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.

with possessive heat.

spread my legs wider and pushed my panties to the

pussy,” he murmured, running one finger through my folds. “So wet and ready for

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

of pressure. My head fell back against the mirror

at me,”

open,

I want to see your face

fingers moved faster, harder, until I was gasping and clutching the edge of the

my whimper of protest. “I want to taste you

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 pulled

split second before his

to my clit before

I gasped, one hand flying to his hair.

against me, the vibration adding another layer of sensation. Then I felt his finger

me spiraling toward orgasm

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

hand. His eyes were dark with hunger as he looked at me, disheveled

voice leaving no

off the dresser and turned to face the mirror. The woman staring back at me looked thoroughly debauched, her hair wild, lips swollen, cheeks flushed with

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

the

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