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.”

voice dropping an octave. “Those meetings?

and hiking up whatever you chose to wear to bed. Sliding my fingers between your legs

body reacted instantly to his words,

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 nipples hardened under your dress when

unnervingly accurate. I had been distracted by thoughts of him throughout dinner, remembering

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

chest to his shoulders.

I was breathless. “You lost the

corrected, his hands sliding down to cup my ass. “And I propose we forget about

murmured, even as

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

laughed softly.

his thumbs tracing

I conceded. “Challenge starts tomorrow. But this means

“I’ll make sure it’s

mouth was on mine again, hungrier this time, almost rough in its intensity. I matched his passion, biting his lower lip hard enough

enough of.

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

why you kept checking your watch during our walk?” I teased,

His fingers traced up my spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Though