The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 79

Olivia

“I mean it,” I insisted, crossing my arms. This is just for drinks and sleeping. Don’t expect anything else.”

“I wasn’t expecting anything,” he replied, his eyes fixed on the road. “You’re the one giving me ideas.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. His voice dropped lower. “Standing there in that emerald lingerie earlier, looking at me like you wanted to be devoured.

My face burned. “I did not!”

“Really?” Alexander glanced over, one eyebrow raised. Then why tell me to turn around? Why let me see you in nothing but lace?”

“I was being practical,” I stammered. “It saved time.”

“Practical,” he repeated, his tone dripping with disbelief. The way your nipples hardened when I zipped up your dress? The way you shivered when my fingers brushed your skin? That didn’t feel practical.”

“You’re delusional.”

“Am I?” He kept his eyes on the road, but his voice became rougher. “You have no idea how fucking hard it was not to bend you over right there. Those panties hugging your ass, your tits practically spilling out of that bra…”

“Alexander!” I hissed, my body betraying me with a rush of heat between my legs.

“What?” He shrugged innocently. “Just stating facts. You looked incredible. Any man would have wanted to rip that lingerie off and fuck you senseless.”

swallowed hard. “You’re

his thumb tracing small circles through the fabric of

but made no move to push

thought when I saw you standing there?” he continued, his voice dropping to a husky murmur. “I thought about pushing those panties aside and tasting you. Spreading you open with

trying to sound dismissive despite the heat flooding

thigh as he turned onto a busier street. “Oh, I will. Vividly and in great

look out the window, willing my racing heart to slow down. What the hell was wrong with me? I’d just met

it would be quick and impersonal. But

his words kept replaying in my mind. Spreading you open with

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trying to ignore the throbbing between

darted to his hands on the steering wheel, those long fingers that had brushed against my

He was my fake fiancé.

Alexander observed, breaking into my thoughts. Thinking

“No,” I lied.

but certain. Your cheeks are

“It’s hot in here.”

turn up the AC, he

“It’s fine.”

the passing scenery, the lights of the city blurring past the window, anything but the man beside me and

there,” Alexander said after

familiar street, approaching his building. In a few minutes, we’d be alone in his penthouse. Just the two of us. After everything he’d just

offered as we pulled up to the building. ‘I can still take

to my apartment. To put some distance between us before I