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.”

involves the

hand sliding down to

his hand

His voice softened, surprising me

chest at his words. I propped myself up on one

he asked, noticing my

just

“Different how?”

way his usual sharp edges seemed softened

“I am human, you know.

fooled me. Most humans don’t have

compliment, Mrs. Carter?” His hand slid up my side to

warned, trying to ignore the way my

murmured, pressing a

of our passion. This wasn’t

been to Venice?” Alexander asked suddenly, his

“Italy or California?”

“Italy.”

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

have to rectify that. Venice should be our

“Before Milan?”

There’s nothing like waking up to the sound of water lapping against the buildings. No cars, no traffic noise. Just the quiet splash of gondolas and footsteps over little

at him, surprised by the poetic description. “You actually have

you I

it sound like you spent the whole time on conference

he said quietly. “Venice demands your

through narrow Italian streets, perhaps wearing something casual instead

there?” I

dropped lower, his lips brushing my ear. “Make love with the windows open, listening to the water and the distant sounds of

spine at the

Venice is

I admitted.

Not just Venice, but Paris, too. The City

this poetic

“Only when properly inspired.”

what

back, coming to rest on the curve of

I pressed closer to him. “Now you’re just laying it on

tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. The intensity in his eyes took my

“Better at what?”

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