The CEO's Contractual Wife (Olivia and Alexander) novel Chapter 223

**TITLE: Los Angeles 223**
**Chapter 223**

**Alexander**

Monday morning dawned with a brightness so intense it felt like a personal affront. I stood in the walk-in closet, my fingers gliding along the meticulously arranged row of suits, each one a testament to my daily battle in the corporate arena. There was the N Brioni, exuding sophistication, and the dark gray Armani, a staple in my wardrobe. These were not just clothes; they were armor, crafted for the warfare of the corporate world.

As I stood there, lost in thought, I could hear Olivia stirring in bed behind me. The soft, sleepy sounds she made had become an increasingly cherished part of my mornings. I selected a navy suit and a crisp white shirt, the fabric cool against my skin.

“You’re up early,” her voice floated from the bedroom, thick with sleep yet laced with warmth.

I turned slightly, catching a glimpse of her propped up on one elbow, her hair tousled in a way that made her look effortlessly beautiful. Her eyes were still heavy with the remnants of sleep, and the silk sheet had slipped down, revealing one smooth shoulder that caught the morning light.

“Big day at the office,” I replied, trying to maintain my focus. “Merger talks with Sterling Development.”

“Sounds important,” she said, stretching her arms above her head, arching her back in a way that made the sheet slip even lower.

I forced my gaze back to my tie options, trying to ignore the way her movements pulled my attention. “Multi-million dollar real estate portfolio. Yeah, fairly important.”

“Which tie do you think?” I held up two choices, hoping to divert my thoughts.

Olivia sat up fully now, the sheet pooling around her waist, revealing the way my shirt hung loosely on her smaller frame. It was a sight I could never quite get used to.

“The burgundy one,” she suggested, pointing with a finger that seemed to beckon me closer. “It makes you look powerful but approachable.”

“Approachable isn’t usually my goal,” I replied, a smirk playing on my lips.

“Maybe it should be,” she countered, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and padding barefoot across the soft carpet toward me. “You catch more flies with honey than vinegar.”

“I’m not trying to catch flies. I’m trying to close deals,” I stated matter-of-factly, though I couldn’t help but admire the way she moved.

“Same principle applies,” she said, reaching past me for the burgundy tie. Her breast brushed against my arm, sending a jolt of electricity through me. “Trust me on this.”

I gently grasped her wrist, pulling her closer, feeling the warmth radiating from her body. “You trying to distract me, Mrs. Carter?”

“Would I do that?” Her wide, innocent eyes were a stark contrast to the mischief in her tone, completely undermining her words.

“Yes,” I replied, backing her against the closet wall, effectively caging her in with my arms. “You absolutely would.”

“I was just helping you pick a tie,” she protested, but I could sense her breathing quicken, the tension between us palpable.

“Liar.” I leaned down, my mouth hovering tantalizingly just above hers. “You want attention.”

“Maybe,” she admitted, her hands sliding up my bare chest, her touch igniting a fire within me. “Is that so wrong?”

“Not wrong, just inconvenient,” I said, kissing her neck, tasting the faint sweetness of her skin. “I have a meeting in ninety minutes.”

“Ninety minutes is plenty of time,” she argued, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer.

“Is it?” I murmured, trailing my lips gently where her neck met her shoulder, eliciting a gasp from her.

Her fingers tightened in my hair, and I could see the desire in her eyes. “We could make it work.”

God, I wanted to. The urge to push that shirt up and take her against the closet wall was overwhelming. But I had to remind myself that Sterling Development was waiting, and I couldn’t show up to a merger meeting looking like I had just rolled out of bed with her.

“Tonight,” I promised, pulling back just enough to meet her gaze. “When I get home, I’m going to peel off whatever you’re wearing and fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”

Her breath hitched, and I could see the heat rise in her cheeks. “That’s a hell of a promise.”

“I keep my promises,” I affirmed, grabbing the burgundy tie she’d chosen with a sense of determination. “Now get dressed before I change my mind about this meeting.”

She laughed, a sound that filled the room with warmth, as she pushed past me toward the bathroom. “Such restraint, Mr. Carter. I’m impressed.”

“Don’t be too impressed,” I said, my voice low and teasing. “I’m making a mental list of everything I’m going to do to you later.”

“Oh?” She paused in the bathroom doorway, glancing back with genuine curiosity. “Like what?”

I met her eyes, letting her see the seriousness in my expression. “Like bending you over the desk in my study. Spreading those thighs and tasting that pussy until you’re begging. Then fucking you…”

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