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.

wake. She made a small noise, somewhere between a sigh and a moan, and I felt my cock twitch

recognition dawned. She gasped softly, pulling the sheet up to cover her breasts in a belated show of modesty that made

I said, voice still

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rapidly, pushing hair from her face. “Morning.” Her voice was husky, and I could see the moment she realized she was completely naked. Her cheeks flushed pink. “I need

“All yours.”

hesitated, clutching the sheet.

laugh. “Seriously? After what we did last

“It’s different in

my eyes but turned away. I heard the rustle of sheets as she slid out of bed, her

impossible to

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

to mid–thigh, leaving her long legs bare. Her hair was pulled

your shirt,” she said

on you anyway.” I poured coffee into two mugs. “How

‘Black is fine.”

her a mug, our fingers

took a sip of coffee, closing

I moved to the refrigerator and pulled

counter, watching

the peppers and onions if you

placed on the counter. I started the

worked in surprisingly comfortable silence, the sizzle of bacon and rhythmic sound of her knife on the cutting board filling the

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

her, amused by her bluntness. “Is that