The CEO's Contractual Wife

I lifted my hips to help him slide them down, leaving me in just my bra and panties. Alexander took a step back, his eyes raking over me with unmistakable hunger.

I reached for his belt, but his hands caught my wrists, pinning them to the dresser beside my hips. “Patience.”

Alexander dipped his head to my neck, trailing hot kisses down to my collarbone. His teeth grazed my skin, just hard enough to make me gasp. My hands clutched his shoulders, feeling the hard muscle beneath my fingertips.

“God, you’re perfect,” he murmured against my skin. His hands slid from the dresser to my waist, then upward to cup my breasts. Through the lace of my bra, he squeezed firmly, thumbs circling my nipples until they were painfully hard.

I arched into his touch, wanting more. “Alex…”

“Shh,” he silenced me with a kiss, rough and demanding. His tongue invaded my mouth as his hands unclasped my bra with practiced ease. He pulled back just enough to slide the straps down my arms and toss the garment aside.

His hands returned to my chest, cupping and kneading with growing urgency. His palms were slightly rough against my soft skin, creating delicious friction.

“You like that?” he asked, pinching my nipples between his fingers.

“Yes,” I gasped, squirming on the dresser.

Alexander’s mouth replaced his hands, hot and wet around my right nipple. He sucked hard, then used his teeth, making me cry out. One hand held my breast while his mouth worked, the other sliding down my stomach to the edge of my panties.

I was practically panting now, my thighs instinctively widening to grant him access. Alexander took the invitation, pressing his palm against me through the thin fabric.

“Christ, Liv, you’re soaked already. Is this all for me?”

“Who else would it be for?” I challenged, rocking against his hand.

flashed with possessive heat. “Good

my legs wider and pushed my panties

running one finger through my folds. “So wet

up to find my clit. When his finger made contact with that sensitive bundle of nerves, my hips

just the right amount of pressure. My head fell

at me,”

my eyes open, meeting his intense

see your face

and clutching the edge of the dresser. Just as I felt myself

my whimper of protest. “I

his knees in front of me, his broad shoulders pushing my thighs even farther apart. He hooked his fingers in my panties and

warned, a split second before his mouth descended

entrance to my clit before focusing all his attention on that swollen bud. His

gasped, one hand flying to his hair.

adding another layer of sensation. Then I felt his finger circling

me

and sucking through my orgasm until I was pushing his

to his feet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes were dark with hunger

voice

shaky legs, I slid off the dresser and turned to face the mirror. The woman staring back at me looked thoroughly

back. Our eyes met in the mirror as his hands

the dresser,” he

against the polished wood. Alexander’s hands kneaded my ass cheeks roughly, spreading them apart before one hand delivered a sharp