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.”

the

hand sliding down

laughed, pushing his

you.” His voice softened,

myself up on one elbow to look at

he asked,

just look…

“Different how?”

way his usual sharp edges seemed softened in the dim

you know. Despite

fooled me. Most humans don’t

my side to cup my breast, his

ignore the way my body

things,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my

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

been to Venice?” Alexander asked suddenly, his fingers tracing abstract patterns

“Italy or California?”

“Italy.”

shook my head. “The closest I’ve gotten to Italy is the Olive

should

“Before Milan?”

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

the poetic description. “You actually

you

it sound like you

said quietly.

Alexander strolling through narrow Italian streets, perhaps wearing something

would we do there?”

Eat gelato by the canals. Take a gondola at sunset.” His voice dropped lower, his lips brushing my ear. “Make love with the windows open, listening to the water and the

at the image he painted.

Venice

like that,” I admitted. “All

it happen. Not just Venice, but Paris, too. The City

always this poetic after

“Only when properly inspired.”

what I am?

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

even as I pressed closer to

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

“Better at what?”

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