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

circled the sensitive bud before sucking hard, sending waves

to play with the first. I was panting

he said against my skin. “Your pussy’s probably soaking wet right now, isn’t it? And

to feel him inside me after weeks of tension and

to sense my hesitation. He

out,” he said, voice husky with desire. “The water’s getting

swam to the edge of the pool, and Alexander pulled himself out first, water 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

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as I was standing. Alexander pulled me against him, his hands cupping my

so fucking

mouth crashed down on mine, rougher this time, demanding and possessive. I moaned against 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 my ass,

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

“Fuck,” I gasped.

wet hair to tilt my head back.

kisses. “I’ve been wanting to bend you over my desk since

of Alexander taking me from behind on his executive desk made me press my thighs together, seeking some relief from the ache building

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

about them. Wanted to see them bounce while you