The CEO's Contractual Wife

Alexander

I woke up to sunlight streaming through the windows, feeling more rested than I had in months. The sheets were tangled around my waist, leaving my chest exposed to the cool morning air. I turned my head to find Olivia still fast asleep beside me, her naked body partially covered by the thin white sheet.

It hit me suddenly. I was married. Actually fucking married. The ring on my finger felt foreign, almost uncomfortable. But at least I’d secured my future. Once Grandfather was satisfied our marriage wasn’t fake, the controlling stake in Carter Enterprises would be mine. All I had to do was keep up appearances for a year.

I propped myself up on one elbow, taking the opportunity to really look at my new wife. The sheet had slipped down, exposing one perfect breast, the nipple still slightly red from my rough attention last night.

My eyes traveled down her body to where the sheet barely covered her hips. I carefully pulled it back, exposing more of her. She didn’t stir, her breathing remaining deep and even.

Her pussy was neatly trimmed, fully exposed. I’d felt how smooth she was last night, but seeing it in the morning light was something else. She looked good enough to eat, and my cock stirred at the memory of how she’d tasted.

Turning slightly, she shifted in her sleep, the sheet falling away completely to reveal her ass. Jesus fuck. Her ass was a work of art: round and firm with a perfect handful of flesh. I could see the faint red marks where I’d spanked her, and my cock hardened instantly at the memory of how she’d moaned when I’d brought my hand down on her.

I’d fucked more women than I could count over the years. Models, actresses, socialites, women who made a living off their beauty. But none of them had responded to me the way Olivia had. None of them had taken my roughness and begged for

more.

I’d never expected to enjoy myself this much with Olivia.

And it wasn’t just the sex. I’d actually enjoyed our dinner conversations, her quick wit, and sharp intelligence. She didn’t simper or pretend to be impressed by my wealth. She challenged me, called me on my shit.

Not that I was attracted to her beyond the physical. That would be ridiculous. This was a business arrangement, nothing more. Marriage was an emotional trap I’d seen destroy too many men. Love was a weakness I couldn’t afford.

Still, watching her sleep, her face peaceful and her body completely exposed to me, I felt something I hadn’t expected: a sense of possession. Mine. At least for the next year.

Olivia stirred slightly, murmuring something in her sleep. Her eyelids fluttered but didn’t open.

I watched as she unconsciously shifted closer to me, her naked body seeking warmth. Her hair was a tangled mess spread across the pillow, and there were faint marks on her neck where I’d sucked too hard,

Fuck, she looked good like this. Naked, marked, in my bed.

lightly down her arm, watching goosebumps rise in its wake. She made a small noise,

in a

voice still rough with

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her face. “Morning.” Her voice was husky, and I could see the moment she realized she was completely naked. Her cheeks flushed

“All yours.”

hesitated, clutching the sheet. “Could you

“Seriously? After what we did last night,

deepened. “It’s different

rolled my eyes but turned away. I heard the rustle of sheets as she slid out of bed, her quick footsteps padding across the floor, then the click

impossible

up, pulled on a pair of boxer briefs, and headed to the kitchen. I figured I’d better get coffee started. I filled the machine with water and ground

her long legs bare. Her hair was pulled back

borrowed your shirt,” she said

I poured coffee into two mugs. “How do

‘Black is fine.”

her a mug, our fingers brushing.

sip of coffee, closing her

the refrigerator and pulled out

against the counter, watching

the peppers and

I’d placed on the counter. I

comfortable silence, the sizzle of bacon and rhythmic sound of her knife on the cutting board filling the kitchen. I cracked eggs into a

married life,” she said finally, a hint of teasing in her voice. “Cooking breakfast

amused by her bluntness. “Is that what