The CEO's Contractual Wife (Olivia and Alexander) novel Chapter 209

Olivia

"Someone's happy to see me," I teased.

"Someone's been thinking about you all day."

"Oh, really? During your boring meetings?"

"Especially during my boring meetings." His hands gripped my hips. "Kept imagining what I'd do to you once they were over."

"And what did you imagine?"

Instead of answering, Alexander's mouth found mine.

The kiss started slowly, almost teasing. His lips moved against mine with deliberate patience, like we had all the time in the world. But patience had never been his strong suit, and within seconds the kiss deepened, his tongue sliding against mine in a way that made my toes curl.

The warm bathwater lapped at our skin as I shifted in his lap, my hands finding purchase on his shoulders. His fingers dug into my hips, holding me steady as the kiss turned hungry.

"Fuck, you taste good," he muttered against my mouth before nipping at my bottom lip.

"It's the wine," I gasped when he released me.

"No, it's you." His mouth moved to my neck, teeth scraping against my pulse point. "Been wanting to do this since we left the restaurant."

I tilted my head, giving him better access. "You waited a whole hour? Very impressive."

"Smartass." He bit down harder this time, making me yelp. His tongue soothed the sting immediately. "Maybe I should put that mouth to better use."

"What did you have in mind?"

"Get out of the tub."

I stood carefully, water streaming down my body. Alexander followed, not bothering with a towel as he guided me to the enormous marble counter.

"Up," he ordered.

I hoisted myself onto the cool marble, the temperature contrast making me shiver. Alexander stepped between my legs, forcing them wider. His hands gripped my thighs, thumbs stroking the sensitive inner flesh.

"So fucking beautiful," he breathed, his eyes fixed between my legs. "Look how wet you are for me."

"We were just in a bath," I pointed out breathlessly.

"Don't be cute." One finger traced through my folds, gathering wetness that had nothing to do with bathwater. "This is all for me."

He brought his finger to his mouth, sucking it clean while maintaining eye contact. The sight made my breath catch.

"Delicious," he pronounced. "But I want more."

Alexander dropped to his knees, hooking my legs over his shoulders. Before I could prepare myself, his mouth was on me, tongue licking a broad stripe from my entrance to my clit.

"Oh fuck," I gasped, my hands flying to his hair.

"Hold on tight," he warned before diving back in.

His tongue was everywhere at once, circling my clit then plunging inside me. The bathroom's acoustics amplified every wet sound, every groan he made as he ate me like a man starving.

"Alex, god, your mouth..."

"So fucking good," he growled against me.

Two fingers pushed inside me without warning, stretching and filling me. I cried out, my back arching off the mirror behind me. Alexander's free hand pressed down on my stomach, holding me in place as his fingers pumped relentlessly.

"That's it," he encouraged, his tongue returning to my clit. "Take my fingers. Show me how much you want it."

His fingers curved, hitting that spot inside me that made my vision blur. The combination of his talented tongue and those thick fingers working me over had me climbing fast.

"I'm close," I panted. "Fuck, I'm so close."

His hand slid down between my legs, fingers finding my clit. The added stimulation made my inner walls clench around him.

"Fuck, do that again," he groaned. "Squeeze my cock just like that."

I obeyed, clenching rhythmically as he pounded into me. His fingers worked my clit in tight circles, building me toward another orgasm impossibly fast.

"I'm going to come again," I warned breathlessly.

My knees buckled, only Alexander's arm around my waist keeping me upright as I convulsed around him.

"That's it," he growled, his rhythm becoming erratic. "Milk my cock. Fuck, I'm close."

A few more hard thrusts and Alexander buried himself deep, his cock pulsing as he came. His roar of pleasure echoed through the bathroom as he filled me with his release.

We stayed like that for several moments, both gasping for air. Alexander's forehead rested against my shoulder blade, his breath hot against my damp skin.

"Christ," he muttered finally. "You're going to kill me."

"You started it," I pointed out, my voice hoarse.

Alexander pulled out carefully, making me whimper at the loss. His release leaked down my thighs, warm and wet.

"Look at you," he murmured, turning me around. His fingers traced through the mess between my legs. "So fucking perfect like this."

"Dirty," I corrected, but I couldn't deny the primal satisfaction I felt.

"Same thing." He lifted me off the counter, carrying me back to the bathtub. "Let's get cleaned up properly this time."

The water had cooled considerably, but Alexander added more hot water until it was comfortable again. I sank into it gratefully, my muscles already protesting the workout they'd just received.

Alexander climbed in behind me, pulling me back against his chest. His hands moved over my body gently this time, washing away sweat and other evidence of our activities.