The CEO's Contractual Wife (Olivia and Alexander) novel Chapter 258

Olivia

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We stayed like that for a moment, both of us breathing hard. Then he gently lifted me off him and pulled me back against his chest, collapsing onto the couch together.

Neither of us spoke for several minutes, just trying to catch our Breath. My body felt boneless, utterly spent.

“You okay?” he finally asked, his hand stroking my hair.

“Mmm.” It was all I could manage.

He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. “That good

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

I turned my head to glare at him, but the effect was probably ruined by my thoroughly fucked appearance. “I can’t move. You broke me.”

“Drama queen.” But his hand was gentle as it traced patterns on my shoulder. “You loved it.”

I couldn’t argue with that.

We lay tangled together on the couch, his cum slowly dripping out of me onto the expensive leather. I should probably care about that, but I was too blissed out to give a damn.

“We should clean up,” I said eventually.

“In a minute.” His arms tightened around me. “Just stay here.”

So I did, letting my eyes drift closed. The desk was a disaster, papers everywhere, and my clothes scattered across the floor. We’d have to deal with all of that eventually.

I woke to sunlight streaming through the bedroom windows, the warmth spreading across my bare skin where the sheets had slipped down during the night. My body ached in the best way possible, muscles pleasantly sore from last night’s activities.

Alexander’s arm was draped across my waist, heavy and possessive even in sleep. Or what I thought was

“Morning,” his voice rumbled against my neck, lips brushing the sensitive skin there.

sleep.

I turned in his arms, finding him already awake, those dark eyes watching me with an intensity that made

“How long have you been awake?”

my

stomach flip.

“Long enough.” His hand slid up my side, cupping my breast with deliberate slowness. “Watching you sleep is surprisingly entertaining.”

“That’s not creepy at all.”

He laughed, the sound vibrating through his chest pressed against mine. “Says the woman who drooled on my shoulder.”

“I did not!”

“Little bit.” He touched the corner of my mouth with his thumb. Right here.”

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I swatted his hand away, heat flooding my face. “You’re making at up”

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“Am I?” His mouth found mine before I could protest further, kissing me slowly, thoroughly. His tongue traced my lower lip. and I opened for him, tasting mint toothpaste.

“You already brushed your teeth,” I said against his lips.

“Couldn’t wait anymore.” His hand slid down my stomach, fingers tracing lazy circles. “Wanted to kiss you properly

“Properly,” I repeated, breathless as his hand moved lower.

“Very properly.” He rolled on top of me, settling between my thighs. His cock pressed against me, already hard. “But we need to get up. Early flight to the Caymans, remember?”

I groaned, tilting my hips up against him. “You’re bringing that up now?”

“Bad timing?” His fingers found my clit, circling with just enough pressure to make me gasp.

“Terrible timing.”

“We could shower.” He pushed two fingers inside me without warning, making me arch off the bed. “Together. Save water.”

“Such an environmentalist,” I managed, my nails digging into his shoulders.

He pumped his fingers slowly, thumb working my clit in maddening circles. “Just being practical.”

I was already wet, my body responding to him instantly. He added another finger, stretching me, curling them to hit that spot that made my vision blur.

“Fuck,” I gasped, my hips moving against his hand.

“Not yet.” He pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean. “Shower first.”

“You’re evil.”

“You like it.” He climbed off me, completely unfazed by his rock hard cock jutting out.

“Come on.”

I followed him into the bathroom, legs still shaky. He turned on the shower, waiting for the water to heat up before pulling me inside.

The hot water felt incredible on my sore muscles. Alexander grabbed the body wash, squirting some into his palm before running his hands over my shoulders, down my back, kneading the tension out.

“That feels good,” I murmured.

“Just getting started.” His hands moved lower, soaping my ass, fingers dipping between my cheeks.

I braced my hands against the tile wall as he worked me over, his touch both soothing and arousing. When his fingers found my pussy again, I was already dripping.

“Still so wet for me,” he said, his voice rough. “Even after last night.”

“Can’t help it.”

He spun me around, pressing me back against the wall. The tile was cool against my heated skin. His mouth found my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks.

“We really need to pack,” I protested weakly.

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