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.”

guess, it involves the couch in

agreed, his hand sliding down to cup my ass. “My

his hand away.

voice softened, surprising me

in my chest at his words. I propped myself up on one elbow to

he asked, noticing my

You just look…

“Different how?”

his usual sharp edges seemed softened in

am human, you know. Despite what

fooled me. Most humans don’t have your

my side

go to your head,” I warned, trying to ignore the

pressing a kiss to

passion. This wasn’t just sex anymore; there was an intimacy developing between

been to Venice?” Alexander asked suddenly, his

“Italy or California?”

“Italy.”

I’ve gotten to Italy is the Olive

have to rectify that. Venice should be our first stop

“Before Milan?”

to the sound of water lapping against the buildings. No cars,

surprised by the poetic description. “You actually

told you I

made it sound like you spent the

quietly.

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

would we do there?”

lips brushing my ear. “Make love with

at the image he painted. “You make it sound

romantic. Venice is made for

I

Venice, but Paris, too. The City of Light deserves to

you always this

“Only when properly inspired.”

that what I

rest on the

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

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

“Better at what?”

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