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.”

making slow circles

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

moaned as he

the tension was building toward release, Alexander stopped, stepping

the fuck?” I gasped, feeling

shorts, his erection clearly visible. “When you finally come on my cock, it’s

to slap him. Or beg him. Maybe

an asshole,” I

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Chapter 93

your asshole now.” He kissed the tip of

of convenience,”

my body, lingering on my breasts

in the house, breaking the

likes to alert me

thinking about food right now?”

not necessarily food.” His eyes dropped

to my face as I

I said, needing some distance to

washing your

I

He stepped closer again, his hand catching

could respond, his mouth was on mine again, hot and demanding. His tongue pushed past my

he groaned against my mouth.

slid up to my breasts, roughly squeezing them as his thumbs flicked over my nipples. I moaned into his mouth, my

finally pulled away, we were

“Before I change my mind about giving

core throbbing with unsatisfied desire. In the bathroom, I