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

who told me to turn around without the dress on.” His hand moved to my thigh, his thumb tracing small circles through the fabric of my

it,” I whispered, but made no move to push his hand

voice dropping to a husky murmur. “I thought about pushing

managed, trying to sound dismissive

his hand from my thigh as he turned onto a

to look out the window, willing my racing heart to slow down. What the hell was wrong with me? I’d just met his family, was in the middle of a fake relationship arrangement, and here I was

just lingerie. I’d thought he wouldn’t really notice, that it would be quick and impersonal. But the way his eyes had darkened, how they’d traveled slowly over every inch of

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

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to ignore the

the steering wheel, those long fingers that had brushed against my skin. What would they feel like

was ridiculous. He was my fake

into my thoughts. Thinking

“No,” I lied.

was soft but

“It’s hot in here.”

AC, he offered,

“It’s fine.”

enough to cut with a knife. I tried to focus on the passing scenery, the lights of the city blurring past the window, anything but the man beside me and the

after what felt

car turned onto a familiar street, approaching his building. In a few minutes, we’d be alone in his penthouse. Just the two of us.

he offered as we pulled up to the building. ‘I

to my apartment. To put some distance between us