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.”

his voice dropping an octave. “Those meetings? Remember? Besides, I’ve been

closer, his 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 his words,

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 I whispered

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

my lower lip before pushing into my mouth, demanding and possessive. I melted against him, my hands

chest to his shoulders.

broke apart, I was breathless. “You lost

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

I murmured, even as I arched into his

he suggested, nipping at my lower

laughed softly. “You’re

replied, his thumbs tracing

“Challenge starts tomorrow. But this means I get an automatic head

“I’ll make sure it’s worth your

time, almost rough in its intensity. I matched

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

Alexander growled against my lips. His hands slid beneath my sweater, finding bare skin. “Watching you explore London

teased, grinding my hips against him. I could

my spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake.