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.”

involves the couch in

down to cup my ass. “My desk

pushing his hand

His voice softened, surprising me with

myself up on one elbow to look at him,

asked,

just

“Different how?”

edges seemed softened

am human, you know.

Most humans don’t

my side to cup my breast, his thumb brushing lazily over my

to ignore the way

he murmured, pressing a kiss to my

the aftermath of our passion. This wasn’t just sex anymore;

suddenly, his fingers tracing

“Italy or California?”

“Italy.”

I’ve gotten to Italy

have to rectify that. Venice should be our

“Before Milan?”

is magical. There’s nothing like waking up to the sound of water lapping against the buildings. No cars, no traffic

surprised by the

told you I

like you spent the whole time on

said quietly.

Alexander strolling through narrow Italian streets, perhaps wearing something casual instead of

would we do there?” I asked,

at sunset.” His voice dropped lower, his lips brushing my ear.

ran down my spine at the image he painted. “You make

Venice is made

I admitted. “All

Not just Venice, but Paris, too. The City of Light deserves to see you bathed in

you always this

“Only when properly inspired.”

what I am?

rest on

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

The intensity in his eyes took my breath away. “You challenge me. Push me.

“Better at what?”

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