The CEO's Contractual Wife (Olivia and Alexander) novel Chapter 256

Chapter 256

Olivia

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We ate in comfortable silence for a while, the clinking of silverware the only sound. I watched Alexander over the rim of my wine glass, noting the tension in his shoulders that hadn’t eased despite being home.

“Something bothering you?” I asked finally.

He set down his fork. “Just work stuff. Nothing important.”

“You sure? You seem tense.”

“I’m fine.” His hand found mine across the table. “Just thinking about the Caymans trip. Making sure everything’s in order.

“What time do we leave?”

“Early. Seven, maybe eight.”

I groaned. “That’s too early.”

“Says the woman who’s sometimes up by six for her morning run.”

“That’s different. That’s voluntary torture.”

He laughed, actually laughed, and some of the tension finally left his shoulders. “Fair point.”

After dinner, we moved to the sitting room, Alexander pouring us each a scotch while I curled up on the sofa with my book again.

“You really into that thing?” he asked, settling beside me.

“It’s good. Very twisty.”

“Read me the plot.”

I gave him a skeptical look. “You want me to summarize a corporate thriller?”

“Why not? I like hearing you talk.”

So I did, explaining the convoluted plot involving embezzlement, corporate espionage, and secret identities. Alexander listened with surprising attention, occasionally asking questions that showed he was actually following along.

“That’s ridiculous,” he said when I finished. “No CFO would be stupid enough to embezzle using such obvious methods.”

“It’s fiction, Alex.”

“Still. There are many smarter ways to steal from a corporation.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Speaking from experience?”

“Observation,” he corrected with a small smile. “I’ve seen plenty of people try. They all get caught eventually.”

“Reassuring,” I said dryly.

He pulled me closer, his hand sliding up my thigh. “You planning to embezzle from Carter Enterprises?”

“Why would I need to?”

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Chapter 236

“Good answer. His mouth found my neck, kissing slowly. Very wed shower?

I tilted my head, giving him better access. Thought you were tired

“I am.” His teeth grazed my pulse point. “Doesn’t mean I can’t matitask

“Multitask, Trepeated, laughing. “That’s what we’re calling it now

Would you prefer a different term?”

Td prefer you stop talking and do something about that hand of my thigh

He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark. ‘Demanding tonight.”

“You promised me something carlier. Remember? The whole desk, spreading my thighs, tasting thing

His jaw tightened. “You’ve been thinking about that all day?

“Maybe.”

“Good.” He stood abruptly, pulling me up with him. “Study. Now

I followed him down the hallway, anticipation building with each step. The study door clicked shut behind us, and then Alexander’s mouth was on mine, demanding and possessive.

His hands gripped my hips, pushing me backward until my ass hit the edge of his desk. Papers scattered, the sound distant against the blood rushing in my ears.

I gasped, fingers tangling in his hair as he kissed me like he wanted to consume me whole. His hands slid under my sweater, shoving it up and over my head in one smooth motion. The cool air hit my skin before his palms covered my breasts, rough and impatient.

“Fuck,” he muttered, breaking the kiss to stare at me. “You drive me crazy.”

“Good.”

His hand moved to my back, finding the clasp of my bra with practiced ease. One flick of his fingers and it came undone, and he tossed it somewhere across the room without looking.

His thumbs brushed over my nipples, making them peak instantly.

I arched into his touch, my breath coming faster now. His mouth descended on my breast, hot and wet, sucking hard enough to make me cry out.

His teeth grazed my nipple, then bit down, sharp enough to sting. I moaned, my nails digging into his scalp as he worked me over with his mouth. He moved to the other breast, giving it the same treatment, sucking and biting until I was squirming against him.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my leggings, yanking them down along with my panties in one motion.

I kicked the fabric away, suddenly aware that I was completely naked while he remained fully dressed, his suit still immaculate despite my attempts to dishevel him.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded, pushing my thighs apart.

I obeyed, perched on the edge of his desk with my legs open, exposed and vulnerable under his hungry gaze.

“Wider.”

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