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.

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

crude words sent heat spiraling through

over that fancy dining table downstairs.” His hands slipped inside the now–open dress, finding my bare skin. “Would you like that, Liv?

gasped as his fingers traced my spine.

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

The thought of him taking me

a thong,” he observed, his hand sliding lower to cup my ass. “Were you planning

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underwear that works with this dress,” I explained, trying to sound practical despite the growing heat

against my collarbone. “I like the way you think,

Carter.”

teeth grazed my skin, and I shuddered. “We should go upstairs,”

squeezed my ass firmly. “No

trailed off as his lips moved lower, approaching the

worried about being caught?” He nipped at my

hands moved to the front of my dress, pulling it down to expose my strapless bra. “Red lace. You really did plan

the dress,”

bra with practiced ease, tossing it aside.

over my nipples. I arched into his touch,

watching my reaction. “I

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

“Alexander…”

name,” he murmured against my

breathed as he switched to my other breast, lavishing it with the

us, pushing my dress higher. “Spread your legs wider

hips. His fingers found the edge of my thong,