The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 128

Olivia

Alexander’s eyes held mine, his gaze dropping to my lips. “I like the way you look in red,” he murmured, his voice deepening. “But I’d like it even better on my floor.”

I laughed, breaking the tension. “That was terrible. Does that line actually work for you?”

“I don’t need lines,” he said, reaching for me. “Come here.”

Before I could respond, Alexander pulled me onto his lap, my dress riding up slightly as I straddled him. His hands immediately found my waist, holding me steady.

“There,” he said, satisfaction evident in his voice. “Much better.”

I shifted slightly, acutely aware of how intimate our position was. “Is this your idea of a nightcap?”

“Better than scotch,” he murmured, his thumbs tracing small circles against my sides through the silky fabric. “You looked incredible tonight. Did you see how every man in that restaurant couldn’t take their eyes off you?”

“I wasn’t paying attention to other men,” I admitted.

“Good answer.”

Alexander’s hands slid up my bare back, making me shiver. “This dress is a masterpiece. The way it drapes your body…” He traced the edge where fabric met skin. “I could hardly focus on dinner.”

“I noticed,” I teased. “You kept staring.”

“How could I not?” His fingers found the zipper at the side of my dress, toying with it. “May I?”

I nodded, my heart rate picking up.

The zipper made a soft sound as he lowered it, his fingers warm against my skin. “You know what I thought when I saw you in this?”

“Tell me,” I whispered.

how many ways I could take you while you were wearing it.” The dress loosened around me as he continued. “How

crude words sent heat spiraling through

downstairs.” His hands slipped inside the now–open dress, finding my bare skin. “Would you like that, Liv? Being taken on the table where we’ll

fingers traced my spine. “You’re

exposing the top of my breasts. “Because the way your nipples are

thought of him taking me on that elegant dining table was unexpectedly

wearing a thong,” he observed, his hand sliding lower to cup

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the only underwear that works with this dress,” I explained, trying to sound

Alexander leaned forward, his lips brushing against my collarbone. “I like

Carter.”

grazed my skin, and I shuddered. “We

ass

off as his lips moved lower, approaching the swell of

nipped at

front of my dress, pulling it down

matches the dress,”

my bra with practiced ease, tossing

my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples. I arched into his touch, unable to

noted, repeating the motion and watching my reaction. “I love how

The wet heat of his tongue made me gasp

“Alexander…”

you say my name,” he murmured against my

breathed as he switched to my other breast, lavishing it

pushing my dress higher. “Spread your

side of his hips. His fingers found