The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 106

Olivia

The days blended together in a haze of sun, sea, and Alexander’s touch. Every morning, I woke to either his arms around me or the smell of coffee and breakfast he’d arranged.

“Morning, beautiful,” Alexander murmured against my ear one morning, his hand trailing down my stomach.

I stretched, feeling pleasantly sore from the night before. “What time is it?”

“Does it matter?” His fingers dipped lower, making me gasp. “We have nowhere to be.”

Larched into his touch. “I’m still half asleep.”

“Let me wake you up properly.” His fingers circled my clit with expert precision. “Fuck, you’re already wet for me.”

“What can I say? My body knows what it wants.”

We spent that morning tangled in the sheets, Alexander bringing me to orgasm twice with just his fingers before finally sliding inside me. The way he watched my face as he thrust into me, like he was memorizing every expression, made something flutter in my chest that I wasn’t ready to examine.

After we showered (separately, since showering together always led to activities that made us late for breakfast), we joined Miguel on the terrace.

“Any plans for today, Mr. Carter?” Miguel asked as he poured fresh orange juice.

Alexander looked at me, one eyebrow raised. “What do you think, Mrs. Carter? Beach? Pool? Or something more adventurous?”

I sipped my coffee. “What counts as adventurous around here?”

“Scuba diving, parasailing, deep sea fishing. Or…” He paused, a wicked gleam in his eye. “I could show you my private cove. Very secluded. Clothing optional.”

choked on my

“Is that a mo?”

a ‘let me finish

be a small stretch of pristine beach accessible only by a narrow path through the lush vegetation. True to Alexander’s word, it was completely secluded, the crystalline water lapping

I breathed,

wrapped his arms

were right.

once?” He nipped at

his arms. “Your ego

pressed his growing

We just got

help it.” He tugged at the strap of my bikini. “This tiny excuse for a swimsuit has been

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my back on the soft sand, his mouth on my neck. The sun

his head to take one nipple in his

through his

us,” he assured me, his hand sliding down to pull at my bikini bottoms. “I want to taste you under

pausing to dip his tongue into my navel before settling between my thighs. The first touch of

“Fuck, Alex!”

he murmured against my flesh, his tongue circling my clit before

worked magic between my legs, his fingers joining the assault on my senses as he slid two inside me, curling upward to hit that spot that made me

stars.

he asked, his breath hot against my sensitive flesh. “Right here on the beach? Let me

I gasped, my hips bucking against

as waves of pleasure crashed over me. Before I could recover, Alexander was positioning himself between my legs, his cock

he growled, pushing forward in one powerful thrust that had me gasping. “So fucking

Alex,” I moaned as he began to move, his