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.

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

heat spiraling through me.

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

as his fingers traced

He pulled the dress down slightly, exposing the top of my breasts.

thought of him taking me on that elegant

his hand sliding lower to cup my ass. “Were you

1/3

I explained, trying to sound practical despite the

and sexy.” Alexander leaned forward, his lips brushing against my collarbone.

Carter.”

and I shuddered.

my ass firmly. “No

I trailed off as his lips moved lower, approaching the swell

being caught?” He nipped at

to the front of my dress, pulling it down to expose

dress,”

practiced ease, tossing it aside. “And these match perfectly

my nipples. I arched into

repeating the motion and watching my reaction. “I

lowered his head, taking one nipple into his mouth. The wet heat of his tongue made me gasp and grip his

“Alexander…”

you say my name,” he murmured against my skin.

my other breast, lavishing it with the

hand slid between us, pushing my dress higher. “Spread your

sofa on either side of his hips. His fingers found the edge of my thong, tracing the lace before