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.

our breathing gradually slowing. Alexander brushed a strand of hair from my

in his arms so

before us, a sea of twinkling lights under a canopy of stars. With his arms wrapped around my waist, his chin resting on

“It’s beautiful,” I whispered.

I glanced back, he looked at me,

minutes, neither of us speaking, just absorbing the moment. His arms tightened around me, and I leaned back

to go?” he finally asked,

this magical spot but curious about what would

hand as we walked back along the winding path to the restaurant. The

for the late-night dinner,” I said as

doesn’t have to end

did you have in mind?” I asked,

might drive along the coast. There’s something

“I’d like that.”

windows were down, and cool ocean air whipped through the car

asked, watching his profile. “No destination in

getting from point A to point B

sounds very Alexander

rich, genuine sound.

Always with

me sound

I

at me, eyebrow raised. “And you think you

“Am I wrong?”

wheel. “No,” he conceded. “But there’s more

“I’m counting on it.”

waves crashing against the shoreline filling

asked, amusement coloring

car smells like

do

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