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.

eyes flashed with

he spread my legs wider and pushed my panties to

finger through my folds. “So wet and

gathering moisture before sliding up to find my

firm circles, applying just the right amount of pressure. My

at me,”

forced my eyes open, meeting his intense

see your face when

fingers moved faster, harder, until I was gasping and clutching the edge of the dresser. Just as I

my whimper of protest. “I want to taste you

even farther apart. He hooked his

split second before his

tongue had me crying out. He was merciless, licking a broad stripe from my entrance to my clit before focusing all his attention on that swollen bud. His hands gripped my

I gasped, one hand

hummed against me, the vibration adding another layer of sensation. Then I felt his finger circling my entrance again, teasing for just a

me spiraling toward

up, licking and sucking through my orgasm until I was pushing his head away, too sensitive to take

his feet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes were dark with hunger as he looked at me, disheveled and panting on

around,” he ordered, his voice leaving no room

to face the mirror. The woman staring back at me looked thoroughly debauched, her hair wild,

his chest pressing against my back. Our eyes met in the mirror as his hands circled my waist, then slid down to

the dresser,”

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