The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 179

Chapter 179

Olivia

His hand slid up to cup my breast through my blouse, thumb circling my nipple until it hardened beneath the fabric. I arched into his touch, my body responding to him with embarrassing eagerness.

His mouth trailed a burning path of kisses along my collarbone, his lips lingering at the sensitive hollow of my throat where my pulse hammered wildly.

“Do you know what I want to do to you right now?” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear.

“Show me,” I challenged, surprising myself with my boldness.

The corner of his mouth quirked up in that devastating half-smile that made my insides melt. “Not here. Not when I want to take my time with you.”

His cock pressed hard against me as he pulled me close for another searing kiss. I rolled my hips against him, drawing a groan from deep in his throat.

“Keep that up, and I’ll forget my good intentions,” he warned.

“Maybe that’s what I want,” I teased, biting his lower lip gently.

“Careful what you wish for,” he growled, pressing me harder against the railing.

We kissed for what felt like hours, his hands exploring my body while mine mapped the hard planes of his chest and back. Eventually, reluctantly, he pulled away, resting his forehead against mine as we both caught our breath.

“We should stop,” he said, not sounding convinced.

“Probably,” I agreed, making no move to release him.

gradually slowing. Alexander

me in his arms so my back

sprawled before us, a sea of twinkling lights under a canopy of stars. With his arms wrapped around my waist, his chin resting on my shoulder, I felt strangely at peace despite the chaos of my

“It’s beautiful,” I whispered.

back, he looked at

neither of us speaking, just absorbing the moment. His arms

he finally asked, his lips brushing my

reluctant to leave this magical spot but

winding path to the restaurant. The building glowed with warm light, looking like something out

you for the late-night dinner,” I said as we approached

to end yet,” he

have in mind?” I asked, sliding

eyes glittering in the moonlight. “I thought we might drive along the coast.

“I’d like that.”

Highway. The windows were down, and cool ocean air whipped through

I asked, watching his profile. “No destination in

getting from

sounds very Alexander Carter of

rich, genuine sound. “And what does

Purposeful. Always

me

I corrected.

“And you think

“Am I wrong?”

on the steering wheel. “No,” he conceded. “But there’s

“I’m counting on it.”

the shoreline filling the car.

amusement

Your car smells like

how do

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