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.”

circles that had

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

god, I moaned as he increased

building toward release, Alexander stopped,

gasped,

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

slap him. Or beg him.

asshole,”

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kissed the

marriage of convenience,” I

mean it can’t be pleasurable.” Alexander’s eyes trailed down my body, lingering

in

lunch,” he said. “Miguel likes to alert

thinking about food right now?”

about eating, but not necessarily food.” His eyes dropped to my bikini bottoms

rushed to my face as

said, needing some distance

help washing

think I can

again, his hand catching my wrist. “One

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

I want you,” he groaned against

flicked over my nipples. I moaned

away,

rough. “Before I

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