The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 128

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.

The dress loosened around me as he continued. “How I could hike it

heat spiraling

dining table 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 have

fingers traced my spine. “You’re

down slightly, exposing the top of my breasts. “Because the way your nipples are hardening tells me you

right. The thought of him taking me on that elegant

observed, his hand sliding lower to

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that works with this dress,” I explained, trying to sound practical despite

forward, his lips brushing against

Carter.”

I shuddered. “We should go upstairs,”

ass firmly. “No one’s here but

off as his lips moved lower,

about being caught?” He nipped at

dress, pulling it down to expose my

matches the dress,” I protested

bra with practiced ease, tossing it aside. “And these match

thumbs brushing over my nipples. I arched

and watching my reaction. “I love how

his mouth. The wet heat of his tongue made me gasp and grip his

“Alexander…”

say my name,”

switched to my other breast, lavishing

dress higher.

side of his hips. His fingers found

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