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 being

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 dress. “Especially when the

I whispered, but made no move to push his

murmur. “I thought about pushing those panties aside and tasting you. Spreading you open with my tongue until you begged me to fuck

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

from my thigh as he turned onto a busier street.

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

in just lingerie. I’d thought he wouldn’t really notice, that it would be quick and impersonal.

mind. Spreading you open with my tongue. Fuck you

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to ignore

against my skin. What would they feel like elsewhere? Inside me, curling

cut the thought off abruptly. This was ridiculous. He

quiet, Alexander observed, breaking into my thoughts. Thinking about what I

“No,” I lied.

was soft but certain. Your cheeks are

“It’s hot in here.”

can turn up the AC, he

“It’s fine.”

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

almost there,” Alexander said after what felt like an

The car turned onto a familiar street, approaching his building. In a few minutes, we’d be alone in his penthouse.

chance to change your mind, he offered as we pulled up to the building.

back to my