The CEO's Contractual Wife

Alexander sat beside me, his arm draped casually over the back of the sofa. “Any thoughts on what you’d like to do tomorrow? I have meetings until three, but after that I’m all yours.”

“The Tower of London,” I decided. “And maybe the British Museum.”

“Both excellent choices,” he approved. “We could have dinner at Rules afterward. It’s the oldest restaurant in London.”

“Look at you, all knowledgeable about tourist attractions,” I teased. “And here I thought you only knew board rooms and hotel bars.”

“I’m full of surprises, Mrs. Carter.”

I leaned closer, drawn by the warmth in his eyes. “Is that so, Mr. Carter? What other surprises do you have for me?”

Alexander’s smile turned predatory. In one swift movement, he grabbed my waist and pulled me onto his lap. I landed with a small gasp, my legs straddling his thighs.

“Well, for starters,” he murmured, his hands finding my hips, “I thought we might enjoy our first night in London properly.”

His fingers squeezed gently, sending a rush of heat through my body. His face hovered inches from mine, those piercing eyes burning with intent. My breath caught in my throat as his lips moved closer.

“Wait,” I whispered, pressing a hand against his chest. “What about our challenge? Six hours without checking. email or trying to get in my pants. Your words, not mine.”

Alexander’s eyes narrowed, his jaw tensing slightly. “The challenge starts tomorrow.”

“That’s convenient,” I teased, running my finger down his chest. “Pretty sure that’s not how challenges work.”

dropping an octave. “Those meetings? Remember? Besides, I’ve been thinking about having you since we

up whatever you chose to

his words,

know you’ve been thinking about it too,” he continued, his lips brushing the sensitive spot just below my ear. “I saw how you looked at me during dinner. How you bit your lip when I reached across the table. How your

him throughout dinner, remembering

could formulate a response, his mouth captured mine in a hungry kiss. His tongue traced my lower lip before pushing into my mouth, demanding and possessive. I melted against him, my hands

chest to his shoulders.

apart, I was breathless. “You

hands sliding down to cup my ass. “And I propose

cheating,” I murmured, even as I arched into his

a pre–challenge celebration,” he suggested, nipping at my lower lip. “One

softly. “You’re

he replied, his thumbs tracing circles

tomorrow. But this means I get an

grinned wickedly. “I’ll make sure it’s

hungrier this time, almost rough in its intensity. I matched his passion, biting his lower lip hard enough to make him

sweet taste on his mouth that I couldn’t get enough of. I pressed closer,

my sweater, finding bare skin. “Watching you explore London like an excited child

that why you kept checking your watch during our walk?” I teased, grinding my hips against him.

my spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Though I was also making sure we wouldn’t