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.”

me guess, it involves the

other surfaces,” he agreed, his hand sliding down to cup my ass.

laughed, pushing his hand away. “You’re

softened, surprising me with

unexpected warmth bloomed in my chest at his words. I propped myself up on one

asked, noticing my

just

“Different how?”

sharp edges

“I am human, you know. Despite

fooled me. Most humans don’t have

my side to cup

trying to ignore the way my body responded

other things,” he murmured, pressing a

aftermath of our passion. This wasn’t

been to Venice?” Alexander asked suddenly,

“Italy or California?”

“Italy.”

my head. “The closest I’ve gotten

that. Venice should be our first stop

“Before Milan?”

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

by the poetic description. “You

told you I

you spent the whole time on

quietly.

narrow Italian streets, perhaps wearing something casual

would we do there?” I asked, genuinely

his lips brushing

shiver ran down my spine at the image

is romantic. Venice is made for

that,” I admitted.

just Venice, but Paris, too. The City of Light

this poetic after

“Only when properly inspired.”

what I

back, coming to rest

I pressed closer

me to meet his gaze. The intensity in his eyes took my breath away. “You challenge me. Push me. Make me want to

“Better at what?”

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