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

on.” His hand moved to my thigh, his thumb tracing small circles through

made no move to push his

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

I managed, trying to sound dismissive

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

to slow down. What the hell was wrong with me? I’d just met his family, was in

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 eyes had darkened,

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

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to ignore the throbbing

long fingers that had brushed against my skin. What would they feel like elsewhere? Inside me, curling against that

thought off abruptly. This was ridiculous. He was my

my thoughts. Thinking

“No,” I lied.

His voice was soft but certain. Your cheeks

“It’s hot in here.”

up the AC, he offered,

“It’s fine.”

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

after what

my voice. The 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.

as we pulled up to the

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