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

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

pushing his hand away.

voice softened, surprising

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

asked,

You just look…

“Different how?”

sharp edges

twitched. “I am human, you know. Despite what the

me. Most humans don’t have your

Carter?” His hand slid up my side

ignore the way my body responded to his

pressing a

oddly content in the aftermath of our passion. This wasn’t just sex anymore; there was an

you ever been to Venice?” Alexander asked suddenly, his fingers tracing abstract patterns on my

“Italy or California?”

“Italy.”

I’ve gotten

rectify that. Venice should be our first

“Before Milan?”

of water lapping against the buildings. No cars, no traffic noise. Just the

the poetic description. “You actually have been on

told you

made it sound like you spent the whole

quietly. “Venice demands your full

through narrow Italian streets, perhaps wearing something casual instead of

would we do there?”

at sunset.” His voice dropped lower, his lips brushing my ear. “Make love with the windows open, listening to the water and the distant sounds of Italian conversations we

down my spine at the

is romantic. Venice is made for

that,” I admitted. “All of

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

you always this

“Only when properly inspired.”

what I

things.” His hand slid down my back, coming to rest

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

tilted my chin 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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