The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 169

Chapter 169

Olivia

His weight collapsed on top of me, his breath coming in harsh pants against my neck. The room smelled of sex and sweat, our bodies slick where they pressed together.

I ran my fingers through his damp hair, enjoying the heavy weight of him on me. There was something primal and satisfying about feeling his body completely spent on mine.

“Jesus,” he mumbled against my skin, pressing lazy kisses to my shoulder. “That was incredible.”

“Mmm,” I agreed, too blissed out to form proper words.

Alexander rolled off me, disposing of the condom before pulling me against his chest. His heartbeat thundered under my ear, gradually slowing as we both caught our breath.

“Your ass is going to have my handprints on it tomorrow,” he said with unmistakable pride.

I shifted, feeling the pleasant sting on my backside. “I’ll have to wear pants to the office.”

“Or you could just stay naked all day here with me.”

“Some of us have actual work to do,” I teased, poking his ribs. “Not everyone can delegate their entire job to underlings.”

“Underlings? Is that what you think I do all day? Sit at my desk while ‘underlings‘ do all the work?”

“Isn’t that the CEO handbook? Chapter one: How to look important while doing nothing?”

His fingers danced along my spine. “Maybe I should give you a proper tour of my office sometime. Show you exactly what the CEO does all day.”

it involves the couch

sliding down to cup my ass. “My

pushing his

softened, surprising

words. I propped myself up on one elbow to look at him, taking in his relaxed features and

he asked,

You just

“Different how?”

studying the way his usual sharp edges seemed

you know. Despite

Most humans don’t have your

His hand slid up my side to cup my breast, his thumb brushing lazily over

I warned, trying to ignore the way my

murmured, pressing

passion. This wasn’t just sex

ever been to Venice?” Alexander asked suddenly, his fingers tracing abstract

“Italy or California?”

“Italy.”

I’ve

should be our first stop

“Before Milan?”

up to the sound of water lapping against the buildings. No cars, no traffic noise. Just the quiet splash of gondolas and footsteps over

up at him, surprised by the poetic description. “You

told you

sound like you spent the whole time on conference

said quietly. “Venice demands your

through narrow Italian streets, perhaps wearing

we do there?” I asked,

Take a gondola at sunset.” His voice dropped lower, his lips brushing my ear. “Make love with the windows open, listening to the water and

ran down my spine at the

Venice is made for

I admitted. “All of

“We’ll make it happen. Not just Venice, but Paris, too. The City of Light deserves

this poetic

“Only when properly inspired.”

that what I

coming to rest on the curve of my ass. “My very beautiful,

I pressed closer to him. “Now you’re just laying

He tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. The intensity in his eyes took my breath away.

“Better at what?”

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