The CEO's Contractual Wife (Olivia and Alexander) novel Chapter 215

The café he’d chosen was tucked down a narrow street, all marble counters and gleaming espresso machines. Alexander was waiting at a corner table, jacket off, sleeves rolled up.

“How were the meetings?” I asked, sliding into the seat across from him.

“Productive.” He pushed a cappuccino toward me. “Ordered for you.”

“Thanks.” I took a sip, savoring the rich flavor. “This is amazing.”

“Wait until you try the pasta tonight.”

I laughed. “Always thinking about the next meal.”

“Can you blame me? Food here is an art form.”

We spent the afternoon exploring Milan properly. Alexander surprised me by actually putting his phone away, fully engaged as we wandered through historic streets.

The Duomo was even more spectacular up close, every surface covered in intricate detail. We climbed to the rooftop terraces, the city spreading out below us.

“This is incredible,” I breathed, leaning against the railing.

Alexander stood behind me, arms wrapped around my waist. “Worth the climb?”

“Definitely.” I twisted to look at him. “Thank you for doing this. I know sightseeing isn’t your thing.”

“It’s growing on me.” His eyes were warm as they met mine. “Especially with you.”

That night, dinner was at another hidden gem Alexander knew. The pasta was, as promised, life–changing. Rich carbonara that melted on my tongue, followed by delicate ravioli in brown butter sauce.

“You’re going to ruin me for all other food,” I said, practically moaning over my plate.

“That’s the plan.”

Back at the hotel, Alexander pulled me onto the balcony. The city lights twinkled below, warm air carrying the scent of jasmine.

“Dance with me,” he said suddenly.

“There’s no music.”

“Don’t need it.” His arms wrapped around me, pulling me close.

We swayed together, moving to a rhythm only we could hear. His hand traced patterns on my lower back, sending shivers through me.

“You’re staring,” I murmured.

“You’re beautiful.”

Before I could respond, his mouth was on mine. The kiss was slower than usual, less urgent but no less intense. When we finally broke apart, we were both breathing hard.

“Bed?” I suggested.

“Bed.” Alexander agreed.

Inside, he undressed me slowly, savoring each revealed inch of skin. His mouth followed his hands, kissing and licking until I was squirming with need.

“Alex, please.”

“Patience.” His teeth grazed my nipple, making me gasp. “We have all night.

He took his time, worshiping my body until I was begging. Only then did he finally push inside me, moving with slow, deep strokes that had me climbing steadily toward release.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his pace never faltering. “Want to see your face when you come.”

I met his eyes, finding them dark with possession and something else I couldn’t name. That intensity, combined with the perfect angle of his thrusts, sent me over the edge.

“That’s it,” Alexander groaned, his rhythm becoming erratic. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“Which one is his?” I asked, scanning the impressive collection.

Jesus, I breathed. “That thing could house a small village”

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