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 couch in your private

hand sliding down to cup my ass. “My desk is

his hand away.

you.” His voice softened, surprising me with its

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

asked, noticing my

You just

“Different how?”

edges seemed softened

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

humans don’t have

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

to your head,” I warned, trying to ignore the way my body responded

things,” he murmured, pressing

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

Venice?” Alexander asked suddenly, his fingers tracing abstract

“Italy or California?”

“Italy.”

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

Venice should be our first stop in

“Before Milan?”

There’s nothing like waking up to the sound of water lapping against the buildings. No cars, no

the poetic description. “You actually have been on

told you

it sound like you spent the whole time on

said quietly.

tried to picture Alexander strolling through narrow Italian streets, perhaps wearing something casual

do there?” I asked,

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 distant sounds of Italian conversations we

down my spine at the image

Venice

I

His arms tightened around me. “We’ll make it happen. Not just Venice, but Paris, too. The City of Light deserves to see you

you always this poetic after

“Only when properly inspired.”

what

down my back, coming to rest on the curve

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

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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