The CEO's Contractual Wife (Olivia and Alexander) novel Chapter 244

Chapter 244

Olivia

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I flopped back against the pillows, my entire body still humming with need. My clit throbbed, demanding attention. My pussy clenched around nothing.

“This isn’t funny,” I muttered.

“I’m not laughing. I’m sleeping. Like old people do.”

I pressed my thighs together, trying to ease the ache. It didn’t help. Nothing would help except finishing what he’d started.

“Alex.”

“Sleeping.”

“I know you’re not sleeping.”

“Trying to. Hard to do with all this talking.”

I grabbed a pillow and smacked him with it. “Wake up

and finish what

you

started!”

He didn’t even flinch. “Too tired. Maybe tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?!”

“If my back holds up.”

I smacked him again, harder this time. He caught the pillow without looking, tossing it aside.

“Violence won’t solve this problem,” he said calmly.

“Neither will being a petty asshole!”

“Name calling. Very mature.”

I lay there fuming, my body betraying me with every pulse of arousal. I could handle this myself. I’d done it plenty of times before Alexander came into my life.

But that wasn’t the point.

The point was he’d gotten me right to the edge, made my body sing, and then just… stopped like turning off a faucet.

“You’re the worst,” I said to his back.

“Heard that before.”

“I mean it.”

“I’m sure you do.”

I turned onto my side, facing away from him.

The room fell silent except for our breathing. Mine was still eleted, body still wound tight. His was maddeningly even and

calm.

Minutes ticked by.

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My clit throbbed with each heartbeat. My thighs were slick. I could still feel where his tongue had been, where his fingers had stretched me open.

I pressed my legs together again. Still didn’t help.

“This is ridiculous,” I muttered.

No response.

“Alex.”

Nothing.

“I know you’re awake.”

Still nothing.

I rolled over to look at him. His eyes were closed, his breathing steady and deep. But his mouth twitched at the corner.

“Faker.”

“Sleeping,” he mumbled.

I huffed out a breath, flopping onto my back again. My body still throbbed with need, every nerve ending alive and demanding attention. The bastard had left me hanging on purpose, and now he was lying there pretending to sleep like nothing happened.

Fine.

I slid out of bed, padding to the bathroom. The cool tile against my bare feet helped clear my head slightly, but did nothing for the ache between my thighs. I turned on the faucet, splashing cold water on my face and neck.

When I looked up at my reflection, my cheeks were still flushed my pupils dilated. I looked thoroughly worked up, and it showed.

Behind me, the door opened. Alexander stepped in, moving to the other sink without a word. He washed his hands and face methodically, like this was any other night.

“Sleep well,” I said sweetly, drying my face with a towel.

“You too.” His expression remained neutral, but I caught the corner of his mouth twitching.

We returned to bed in silence. I climbed under the covers, turning my back to him and curling up on my side. The mattress dipped as he settled beside me, his warmth radiating across the space between us.

Minutes ticked by. I stared at the wall, acutely aware of every sound, every breath, every shift of his body behind me.

“Olivia,” he finally said, his voice low.

“Sleeping,” I muttered.

“No, you’re not.”

“Trying to,”

“Can’t sleep?” His hand found my hip, warm through the thin fabric of my sleep shorts.

I knocked his hand away. “Don’t touch me.”

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He chuckled softly. “Still mad?”

“Not mad. Just tired. Like you said, I need my beauty sleep.”

“Come here.” He tugged me back against him, his chest solid against my back.

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I considered resisting, but his warmth felt too good. I let myself Helax into him, his arm wrapping around my waist.

“Better?” he asked.

“Maybe.”

His hand slid under my tank top, palm flat against my stomach. I am planning to make it up to you.”

“When? When you’re not too old and decrepit?”

He bit my shoulder, hard enough to make me gasp. “Keep talking. See what happens.”

“What’s going to happen? You’ll fall asleep on me?”

His hand moved lower, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of my shorts. “Want to find out?”

My breath caught. “Thought you were conserving energy.”

“Changed my mind.” He pushed my shorts down roughly, kicking them off with his foot. “Spread your legs.”

“No.”

“Olivia, spread your fucking legs.”

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