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

breath warm against my ear. “I’ve been imagining bending you over and hiking up whatever you chose to wear to bed. Sliding my fingers between your legs to see how wet

words,

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.

been distracted by thoughts of him throughout dinner, remembering our previous encounters, anticipating what might happen when we

mine in a hungry kiss. His tongue traced my lower lip before pushing into my mouth, demanding and possessive. I melted against

chest to his shoulders.

finally broke apart, I was

my ass. “And I propose we forget about the challenge for tonight and

murmured, even as I arched

at my lower lip.

laughed softly.

his thumbs tracing

starts tomorrow. But this means

make sure

in its intensity. I matched his passion, biting his lower lip hard enough to make

his mouth that I couldn’t get enough of. I pressed closer, my hands sliding up his chest to grip

finding bare skin. “Watching you explore London like an excited child was adorable, but all I could think about was getting

walk?” I teased, grinding my hips against

wake. “Though I was also making sure we wouldn’t be late for