The CEO's Contractual Wife

Olivia

I moaned, my hands finding his wet shoulders for support. Alexander pressed me against the pool’s edge, his hard body flush against mine. I could feel every inch of him, including the unmistakable hardness growing against my stomach.

“Fuck, Liv,” he growled against my mouth. “You taste so good.”

His hands slid down to my waist, then lower to cup my ass, lifting me slightly so his erection pressed against my core. Even through two layers of swimwear, the contact sent sparks of pleasure shooting through me.

“Alexander,” I gasped, breaking the kiss to breathe.

“Tell me to stop,” he said, his voice rough as he kissed his way down my neck. “Tell me, and I will.”

But I didn’t want him to stop. God help me, I wanted more. His kisses were addictive, his touch electric. And it had been so long since I’d been wanted like this.

Instead of answering, I tangled my fingers in his wet hair and pulled his mouth back to mine. Our kisses grew more frantic, tongues battling for dominance as our bodies pressed impossibly closer.

Alexander’s hand found my breast, kneading it through the bikini top. His thumb brushed over my nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. I felt myself growing wet, ridiculous in a pool, but there was no mistaking the distinctive throb. between my legs.

“Christ, your tits are perfect,” he muttered, breaking the kiss to look down at where his hand cupped my breast. “I’ve been dreaming about them since I saw you in that red dress.”

His words should have embarrassed me, but they only fueled my arousal. I arched into his touch, silently begging for more.

Alexander understood the unspoken request. He tugged the bikini top aside, exposing my breast to the air. For a moment, he just looked, his eyes dark with desire.

before lowering his head to take my nipple

His tongue circled the sensitive bud before sucking hard, sending waves of pleasure

to my other breast, giving it the same attention while his hand continued to play with

how much you want this,” he said against my skin. “Your pussy’s probably soaking wet right now, isn’t it? And

feel him inside me after weeks of tension and teasing. But something

seemed to sense my hesitation. He pulled back

get out,” he said, voice husky with

the momentary reprieve. We swam to the edge of the pool, and Alexander pulled himself out first, water cascading down his chiseled body. He

1/3

Alexander pulled me against him,

so fucking

to his shoulders. His tongue

that?” he growled, giving my ass a sharp slap

“Fuck,” I gasped.

again, his hand tangling in my wet hair to tilt my head back. His other

is perfect,” he said between kisses. “I’ve been wanting to bend you over my desk since your

of Alexander taking me from behind on his executive desk made me

hand moved from my ass to my breast, roughly squeezing as his thumb

my lips. “Fuck, I’ve dreamed about