The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 116

Olivia

“Nothing important. Just tired,” I replied, twirling pasta around my fork. “This smells amazing.” I took a bite and closed my eyes in appreciation. “Perfect.”

Alexander leaned against the counter, watching me eat with an intensity that made me self–conscious.

“What?” I asked, dabbing my mouth with a napkin.

“Just admiring my wife,” he said simply.

“While she inhales pasta like she hasn’t eaten in days?”

“Precisely that.”

We fell into comfortable silence as I finished eating.

Alexander cleared my plate when I was done, rinsing it and placing it in the dishwasher with surprising domesticity.

“So,” I said, stifling a yawn, “back to work tomorrow?”

Alexander nodded. “Unfortunately. I’ve got about fifteen meetings that were postponed because of the honeymoon.” He grimaced, leaning against the kitchen counter. “Not to mention the Westwood account needs immediate attention, and there’s the quarterly board meeting on Friday that I need to prepare for.”

“Wow, sounds like you’ve got a full calendar,” I said, watching his face carefully. “Almost like you regret taking time off for our honeymoon.”

Alexander’s head snapped up, his eyes meeting mine. “What? No. That’s not what I meant at all.”

“Really? Because it sounded like you were listing all the inconveniences our honeymoon caused,” I crossed my arms over my chest.

“Liv, come on.” He moved closer, placing his hands on my shoulders. “The honeymoon was amazing. Perfect. Worth postponing a hundred meetings for.” His thumbs traced small circles on my skin. “I’m just thinking out loud about tomorrow’s schedule. Bad habit.”

“You have a lot of those,” I teased, my momentary irritation fading.

“And you love every one of them,” he countered with a smirk.

“Debatable.” I suppressed another yawn. “God, I’m exhausted.”

“Let’s get to bed,” Alexander suggested, taking my hand. “We both have early mornings.”

tank top and sleep shorts while Alexander stripped down to his boxers. The

impossibly soft mattress. Alexander

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made no

dramatically. “Do I need

jet–lagged,” I corrected,

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The bed dipped as Alexander sat beside me. His hand slid under the sheet, finding

you need some encouragement.”

one eye open.

His fingers trailed higher, brushing the

try. You’re all ready for the day. I’m not

down, his lips close to my ear. “I

I do. You look

up in the next thirty seconds, I’m going to make you very, very

or

My body responded instantly, a rush of heat flooding between my legs as his tongue swept into my mouth. I moaned against his

stay in bed?” he murmured, trailing

“Maybe…”

my tank top, fingers skimming over my

hardening against his palm.

gasp. “Get up, or I’ll make you come so hard you won’t be able

straight.”

motivate me to leave the

If you get up now, shower, and dress, I’ll fuck you

slid down my stomach, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of my shorts. “But if you stay in bed,

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