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.”

today,” he countered, his voice dropping an octave. “Those meetings? Remember? Besides, I’ve been thinking about having you since we

up whatever you chose to wear to bed. Sliding my fingers between your legs to see how wet

his words, heat

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

throughout dinner, remembering

mouth captured mine in a hungry kiss. His tongue traced my lower

chest to his shoulders.

finally broke apart, I was breathless. “You lost the

down to cup my ass. “And I propose we forget

as I arched into his

at my lower lip. “One

softly.

replied, his thumbs tracing circles on my

this means I get an automatic head

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

again, hungrier this time, almost rough in its intensity. I matched his passion, biting his lower lip hard

his mouth that I couldn’t get enough of. I pressed

my lips. His hands slid beneath my sweater, finding bare skin. “Watching you explore London like an excited child was adorable, but all I could think about was

walk?” I teased, grinding my hips against him. I could feel him

wake. “Though I was also