The CEO's Contractual Wife

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I squirmed as his fingers found my already wet pussy. “Alex…”

“So wet already,” he growled, circling my entrance. “Such an eager little wife.”

He pushed one long finger inside me, making me moan. “God…”

“That’s not my name, but close enough.” He added a second finger, stretching me deliciously. “Want more?”

I nodded, unable to form words as he started pumping his fingers in and out of me.

“Look at you,” he said, voice rough with desire. “So fucking beautiful like this.”

His thumb found my clit, pressing hard circles that had me seeing stars. My hips bucked against his hand, chasing the pleasure he was giving me.

“Please,” I gasped, grabbing his wrist to keep his hand in place.

“Tell me what you want.”

“More,” I managed, spreading my legs wider.

Alexander smiled wickedly.

He added a third finger, the stretch bordering on painful in the most delicious way. I cried out, my head thrashing against the pillow as he pumped his fingers faster, deeper.

“Fuck, Alex!”

“That’s it,” he encouraged, curling his fingers to hit that spot inside me that made my vision blur. “You’re going to come on my fingers, aren’t you?”

I nodded desperately, so close to the edge I could taste it.

Then suddenly, cruelly, he withdrew his fingers completely. I whimpered at the loss, my pussy clenching around nothing.

“What the hell?” I panted, glaring up at him.

Alexander sucked his fingers clean, his eyes never leaving mine. “I told you. Get up, or I’ll leave you wanting more.”

“You can’t be serious.”

He stood, adjusting his tie with a smirk. “I’m always serious about orgasms. Yours and mine.”

I sat up, frustrated and aroused. “That’s just mean.”

“Consider it an incentive,” he said, completely unrepentant. “If you’re a good girl today and pack up your apartment, I’ll reward you tonight.” His eyes darkened. “But if you don’t, I’ll have to pack for you. And I’m very thorough. I’ll go through

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every drawer, every box… find all your little secrets.”

“I don’t have secrets,” I protested.

“No?” His eyebrow raised. “No hidden vibrators? No sexy lingerie you’ve been saving for a special occasion?” He leaned closer. “Nothing you wouldn’t want your husband to find?”

My cheeks heated. “I…”

going to be? Are you getting up, or am I packing

the covers, defeated.

see you in the kitchen

I muttered under my

of course. “You love it,” he called over his

hou

the bathroom, still throbbing with unfulfilled need. The

about Alexander’s promise for tonight. What exactly did he have in mind for my

back to the bedroom. I’d need to wear something practical for packing my apartment, but I also wanted to look good for this

that showed just enough cleavage to be interesting without being inappropriate

boots.

me as I entered the kitchen. Alexander

He looked up

approved, sliding a mug of coffee toward me. “Exactly thirteen

aim to please,” I said dryly, accepting the coffee. “Is that bacon I

personal chef.

in

retrieved the plate, marveling at the perfectly poached eggs and

said,

mouth full of

always,”

mouth was

of other ways for your mouth to experience paradise,”

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find all

don’t have secrets,”

you’ve been saving for a special

My cheeks heated. “I…”

what I thought.” He straightened up, checking his watch. “So what’s it going to be? Are you getting up, or am

covers,

“Good choice. I’ll see you in the

I muttered under my

love it,” he called over his shoulder as

the bathroom, still throbbing with unfulfilled need. The hot shower helped calm me down, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Alexander’s

a towel around myself and padded back to the bedroom. I’d need to wear something practical for packing my apartment, but I also wanted to look good for this trip to the

on dark jeans and a soft blue sweater that showed just enough cleavage to be interesting without being inappropriate for a day of moving. I dried my hair quickly, applied minimal makeup,

boots.

entered the kitchen. Alexander was seated at the island, reading something

He looked up when I

he approved, sliding a mug of coffee toward me. “Exactly thirteen minutes.

I said dryly, accepting the coffee.

his personal chef. “Eggs Benedict and

no Tooks

the perfectly poached eggs and

penny,” Alexander said, watching me take my first

mouth full of deliciousness.

always,”

“Sorry, my mouth

mouth to experience paradise,”

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