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.

he breathed before lowering his head to take my nipple

circled the sensitive bud before sucking

same attention while his hand continued to play with the first. I was panting now, my hips moving of their own accord against

how much you want this,” he said against my skin. “Your pussy’s probably soaking

answer, just bit my lip as heat flooded between my legs. God, I wanted him to take me right there in the water, to feel him inside me after weeks of tension and teasing. But something held me back, the

to sense my hesitation. He pulled back

husky with desire.

out first, water cascading down his chiseled body. He

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I was standing. Alexander pulled me against him,

fucking beautiful,” he

this time, demanding and possessive. I moaned against his lips, my hands sliding up his wet chest to his shoulders. His

my ass a

“Fuck,” I gasped.

to tilt my head back. His other hand continued kneading

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

taking me from behind on his executive desk made me

squeezing as his thumb

dreamed about them. Wanted to see them bounce while you ride