The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 93

Olivia

“Let’s go inside,” he suggested, picking up our towels. “The sun’s getting strong, and I don’t want you burned anywhere but my handprints on this perfect ass.” He delivered another sharp slap that made me yelp.

Inside the house, the air conditioning raised goosebumps on my wet skin. Alexander wrapped a towel around my shoulders, pulling me close for another searing kiss.

“Mmm,” he murmured against my lips. “I could kiss you all fucking day.”

His hands slid down to cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples through the damp bikini. I arched into his touch, a whimper escaping me.

“You like that?” he asked, voice low. “Wait till I get my mouth on these beautiful tits. I’m going to suck your nipples until you’re begging me to fuck you.”

“You talk a big game,” I said, trying to sound unaffected despite the wetness pooling between my legs.

‘I back it up too, sweetheart. Just say the word.”

He kissed me again, harder this time, one hand sliding down my stomach to the edge of my bikini bottoms. His fingers. teased along the waistband, not quite dipping inside but promising so much more.

‘Alexander,” I breathed, my hips instinctively pushing toward his hand.

‘Yes?” he teased, his fingers tracing patterns on my lower abdomen. “Something you want?”

“Touch me,” I whispered before I could stop myself.

‘Where? Here?” His hand moved to my hip. “Or here?” He squeezed my breast. “Or maybe…” His fingers brushed over the front of my bikini bottoms, applying the lightest pressure to my clit through the fabric.

‘Fuck!” I gasped, any hips bucking against his hand.

Your pussy wants me, even if you’re not ready to admit it.”

slow circles that had me clutching his

face as pleasure washed over me. “I bet I could make you come just

I moaned as

release, Alexander stopped, stepping back with a wicked

gasped, feeling bereft

himself in his swim shorts, his erection clearly visible. “When you finally come on my cock, it’s going to be so intense

him.

asshole,”

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Chapter 93

I’m your asshole now.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “Husband

convenience,” I reminded

mean it can’t be pleasurable.” Alexander’s eyes trailed down my body, lingering on my breasts and the apex

in the

likes to alert me when

thinking about food right now?”

necessarily food.” His eyes dropped to

to my face as I realized

to shower and change,” I said, needing some distance to

help washing your

think I

plans for that shower.” He stepped closer again,

hot and demanding. His tongue pushed past my lips, tasting and teasing as his hands cupped my ass, pulling me

want you,” he groaned against my mouth. “Every inch of

his thumbs flicked over my nipples. I moaned into his mouth,

pulled away, we were both breathing

he said, his voice rough. “Before I change my mind

throbbing with unsatisfied desire. In the bathroom, I peeled off my wet bikini and turned on the shower, stepping under the spray with a