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

my thigh, his thumb tracing small circles through

I whispered, but made no move to

saw you standing there?” he continued, his voice dropping to a husky murmur. “I thought

dreaming,” I managed, trying to sound dismissive despite the heat flooding my

hand from my thigh as he turned onto a busier street. “Oh,

with me? I’d just met his family, was in the middle of a fake relationship arrangement, and here

had been a mistake to stand there in just lingerie. I’d thought he wouldn’t really notice, that it would be quick and impersonal. But the way his

my mind. Spreading you open with my

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together, trying to ignore

had brushed against my

thought off abruptly. This was ridiculous. He was my fake

observed, breaking into my thoughts. Thinking

“No,” I lied.

His voice was soft but certain. Your cheeks are

“It’s hot in here.”

can turn up the AC, he offered, reaching

“It’s fine.”

the passing scenery, the lights of

almost there,” Alexander said after what

nodded, not trusting my voice. The car turned onto a familiar street, approaching his building. In a few minutes, we’d be alone in his

we pulled up to the building. ‘I can still

knowing the smart choice would be to go back to my apartment. To put some distance