The CEO's Contractual Wife (Olivia and Alexander) novel Chapter 214

Chapter 214

Olivia

Alexander set down the bottle and moved behind the sofa where I sat, his hands finding my shoulders. His fingers dug into the tight muscles there, working out the knots from hours of staring at my laptop.

“You’re tense,” he observed.

“Crisis management will do that.” I let my head fall forward, giving him better access. “Nothing like your social media team posting the wrong campaign to really get the adrenaline pumping.”

“But you fixed it.”

“I always do.”

His hands moved lower, kneading the space between my shoulder blades. I couldn’t suppress the small moan that escaped

1. 1. me.

“Feel good?” His voice was lower now, closer to my ear.

Amazing. Don’t stop.”

Alexander’s laugh was dark. “Careful what you wish for.”

His fingers traced down my spine, following the curve of my back through my shirt. When he reached my waist, his hands slipped under the fabric, warm palms against bare skin.

“This isn’t a massage anymore,” I pointed out, my breath catching.

“No,” he agreed. “It’s not.”

I twisted to look at him, finding his eyes dark with intent. “We have all of Milan to explore tomorrow.”

“We do.” His hands tightened on my waist. “But right now, I’m more interested in exploring you.”

“You’ve already done plenty of that.”

“Not nearly enough.”

He pulled me up from the sofa, spinning me to face him. His mouth found mine, hungry and demanding. I kissed him back just as fiercely, my hands fisting in his shirt.

“Bedroom,” I managed between kisses. “Or are we doing this here?”

“Here first,” Alexander growled, backing me toward the dining table. “Bedroom later.”

My ass hit the edge of the polished wood, and he lifted me onto it in one smooth motion.

His hands pushed my skirt up my thighs. His fingers found my panties, hooking in the waistband. “These need to go.”

I lifted my hips, letting him pull them down and off. The cool air hit my heated skin, making me shiver.

“Beautiful,” Alexander murmured, his eyes fixed between my legs. “Spread wider.”

I obeyed, my thighs falling open. His hands pushed them even farther apart, rough and impatient.

“Look how wet you are already.” One finger traced through my folds, gathering moisture. “All this from a simple massage?”

“You’re arrogant. I gasped as his finger circled my clit

“And you’re dripping. Who’s more honest?”

Before I could retort, his mouth was on me. No teasing, no buildup, just his tongue flat against my pussy, licking tram entrance to clit in one long stroke.

“Fuck!” My hands flew to his hair, gripping tight.

His tongue worked me ruthlessly, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on my clit.

“Alex, god, right there.”

His answer was to slide two fingers inside me, curling them to hit that perfect spot. The combination of his mouth and fingers had me climbing fast, that familiar tension coiling low in my belly.

“Come on my tongue,” he demanded, pulling back just enough to speak. “Want to taste you.”

more.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the suite. Alexander’s free hand snaked around to find my clit, rubbing tight circles in time with his thrusts.

Alexander’s rhythm faltered. “Going to fill you up. Going to pump you full of my cum

A few more erratic thrusts and he buried himself deep, groaning as he came. 1 felt the warmth spreading inside me, his cock, pulsing.

We stayed like that for a moment, both breathing hard. When Alexander finally pulled out. I felt his release leak down my thighs.

“We should clean up.” I said weakly.

“Shower,” Alexander agreed, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “Then bed.”

The next morning arrived with weak sunlight filtering through the curtains. Alexander was already awake, scrolling through his phone.

“Working already?” I mumbled, stretching.

“Just checking a few things before breakfast.” He set the phone aside.

We ordered room service and ate on the balcony overlooking Milan’s rooftops. The city was waking up, traffic sounds drifting up from below.

“What’s the plan for today?” I asked, stealing a piece of his bacon.

“I have meetings until two. You’re free to explore, or you could work from here.”

“I think I’ll venture out. Maybe do some window shopping.”

Alexander’s meetings took him to a high–rise office building across the city. I spent the morning working on Thompson Hotels materials and video calling with Dylan to coordinate campaign elements.

By noon, I was restless. I grabbed my purse and headed out, wandering Milan’s fashion district. The storefronts were incredible, each more luxurious than the last. I didn’t buy anything but enjoyed the window displays.

Around two thirty, my phone buzzed.

Alexander: Done early. Want to meet for coffee?

Me: Where?

Alexander: Sending address now.