The CEO's Contractual Wife

Lunch was a seafood feast, featuring fresh grilled fish, shrimp skewers, and an array of tropical fruits and vegetables. We ate in companionable silence for a few minutes before Alexander spoke.

“So, what would you like to do this afternoon? We could explore the island, go snorkeling, or…” he paused meaningfully, “stay

in.”

“Exploring sounds nice,” I said quickly, not trusting myself to be alone in the house with him.

“Exploring it is.” He didn’t look disappointed. If anything, his smile suggested he was enjoying the chase.

After lunch, Alexander gave me a tour of the island, showing me hidden coves and pristine beaches accessible only on foot. The property was massive, with trails winding through lush tropical forest and along dramatic cliffs.

By late afternoon, we’d made our way back to the main house, where Miguel had prepared dinner to be served at sunset. The meal was spectacular, lobster and filet mignon, paired with expensive wines that Alexander insisted I try.

“To us,” he said, raising his glass. “And our unconventional marriage.”

I clinked my glass against his. “Unconventional indeed.”

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in brilliant oranges and pinks, Alexander suggested we move to the outdoor lounge area where plush couches surrounded a fire pit.

“This is ridiculous,” I said as we settled onto a couch. “Who needs a fire pit on a tropical island?”

“It gets cooler at night than you’d expect,” he replied, pouring us each a glass of aged scotch. “Besides, there’s something primal about fire. It brings people together.”

I took a sip of the scotch, wincing slightly at the burn. “This is expensive, isn’t it?”

“Very. Twenty–five–year–old Macallan.”

is.” I took another sip, appreciating the complex flavors more this time. “So what’s the plan

along the back of the couch behind me. “We get back to our lives as husband and wife.

I contemplated what he’d said. If I could just stay like this for a while, play the perfect wife until he got his

asked, his fingers brushing against my shoulder where his arm rested behind

burned, but it was nothing compared to the fire his touch ignited under my

little crease right here when you’re thinking hard.” His finger traced a line between my eyebrows, and I had to resist the urge to lean into his

I’m just enjoying the expensive scotch,” I said,

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couch back to cup my cheek. “Or maybe you’re thinking about what happened in the

“I don’t know

you moaned when I touched your tits. The way your pussy got wet when I kissed you.” His thumb traced my lower

I whispered, but my voice came

leaned closer, his lips just inches from mine. “Then why are your nipples

responding to his proximity like

fire’s warm,” I

claimed mine

mouth, tasting of expensive scotch and something uniquely

against

hand slid down to cup my breast through the sundress, his thumb brushing over my peaked nipple.

he said, squeezing my breast harder. “I love

pinched my nipple through