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.”

hard. “You’re

my thigh, his thumb

whispered, but made no move

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

sound dismissive despite the heat flooding

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

What the hell was wrong with me? I’d just met his family, was in the middle of a fake

I’d thought he wouldn’t really notice, that it would be quick and impersonal. But the

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to ignore the

brushed against my skin. What would they feel like elsewhere? Inside me, curling against that spot that made

thought off abruptly. This was ridiculous. He was my fake fiancé. A business arrangement.

Alexander observed, breaking into my thoughts. Thinking

“No,” I lied.

voice was soft but certain. Your cheeks

“It’s hot in here.”

can turn up the AC, he

“It’s fine.”

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

after what felt like an

street, approaching his building. In a few minutes, we’d be alone in his penthouse. Just the two

as we pulled up

smart choice would be to go back to my apartment. To put some distance between us before I did something