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 in your private

other surfaces,” he agreed, his hand sliding down

his hand

His voice softened, surprising

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

he asked, noticing my

just look…

“Different how?”

the way his usual sharp edges

“I am human, you know. Despite what the

humans don’t

side to cup my breast, his thumb

I warned, trying to ignore the way my

other things,” he murmured, pressing a

settled back against his chest, oddly content in the aftermath of our passion. This wasn’t just sex anymore; there was an intimacy developing between us that I

suddenly,

“Italy or California?”

“Italy.”

“The closest I’ve gotten to Italy is the Olive

that. Venice should be our first stop in

“Before Milan?”

of water lapping against the buildings.

surprised by the poetic description. “You actually have

told you

you

said quietly. “Venice

tried to picture Alexander strolling through narrow Italian streets, perhaps wearing something casual instead of his usual power

there?” I asked,

dropped lower, his lips brushing my ear. “Make love with

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

is romantic. Venice is made for

like that,” I

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

you always this

“Only when properly inspired.”

what I

things.” His hand slid down my back, coming to rest on the curve of my ass.

even as I pressed closer

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

“Better at what?”

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