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.

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I cried out, the sensation overwhelming. His tongue circled the sensitive bud before sucking hard, sending waves of pleasure

moved to my other breast, giving it the same attention while his hand continued to play with the first. I was panting now, my hips

against my skin. “Your pussy’s

him inside me after weeks of tension and teasing. But something held me back, the knowledge that once we crossed this

hesitation. He

out,” he said, voice husky with desire. “The

cascading down his chiseled body. He extended a hand to help me, and I took it, trying not to stare at the obvious bulge in his

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as I was standing. Alexander pulled me against him,

fucking

his lips, my hands sliding up his wet chest to his shoulders. His tongue pushed into my mouth, claiming me completely as his hands moved to

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

“Fuck,” I gasped.

head back. His other hand continued kneading my

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

on his executive desk made me press my thighs together, seeking some relief from

from my ass to my breast, roughly squeezing as his thumb found my

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