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.

motion, he spread my legs wider and pushed my panties to the side, exposing me to his

through my folds. “So wet and ready for

bit my lip as he circled my entrance teasingly, gathering moisture before sliding up to find my clit. When

pressure. My head fell back against the mirror behind me as

at me,”

open, meeting his

I want to see

harder, until I was gasping and clutching the edge of the

whimper of protest. “I want to taste

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

a split second before his mouth descended

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 ass, pulling me closer to

gasped, one hand flying to his hair.

of sensation. Then I felt his finger circling my entrance again, teasing for just

dual assault had me spiraling toward orgasm embarrassingly

through my body. Alexander didn’t let up, licking and sucking through my

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

ordered, his voice leaving

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

behind me, his chest pressing against my back. Our eyes met in the mirror as his

the dresser,” he

Alexander’s hands kneaded my ass cheeks roughly, spreading