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

over me. “I bet I could make you come just

as he

release, Alexander

gasped, feeling bereft

better.” He adjusted himself in his swim shorts, his erection clearly visible. “When you

wanted to slap him. Or beg him.

an asshole,” I said

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

convenience,”

eyes trailed down my body, lingering on my breasts and

somewhere in

probably lunch,” he said. “Miguel likes

thinking about food right now?” I

necessarily food.” His eyes dropped to my

face as I realized what

and change,” I said, needing some distance to clear my

help washing

think I can

had such plans for that shower.” He stepped closer again, his hand catching my wrist. “One more kiss before you

and demanding. His tongue pushed past my lips, tasting and teasing as his

groaned against my

breasts, roughly squeezing them as his thumbs flicked

away, we were

voice rough. “Before I change my mind about

the bedroom, my legs shaky and my core throbbing with unsatisfied desire. In the bathroom, I peeled off my wet bikini