The CEO's Contractual Wife (Olivia and Alexander) novel Chapter 260

Olivia

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I shifted slightly, Alexander’s arms tightening around me in response. His breathing had evened out, deep and steady. I thought he’d fallen asleep until his hand moved, fingers tracing lazy patterns on my hip.

“Need to use the bathroom, I murmured.

His arms loosened immediately. “Hurry back.”

I extracted myself from his warmth and padded down to the bathroom. The jet’s interior was luxurious, all polished chrome and marble. I washed my hands and checked my reflection, noting the slightly disheveled hair and flushed cheeks.

When I returned, Alexander had closed his laptop and set it aside. Instead of letting me return to my own seat, he pulled me onto his lap again, arranging me so I sat sideways across his thighs.

“Much better,” he said, his hand settling on my waist.

“Comfortable?”

“Very.” He gestured toward the window. “Look.”

I turned to see endless clouds stretched below us, cotton white against impossibly blue sky. The sun glinted off their surfaces, making them shimmer.

“It’s beautiful,” I breathed.

“Wait until you see the water in Grand Cayman.” His thumb stroked small circles on my hip. “Crystal clear. You can see straight to the bottom in most places. The beaches are white sand, soft as powder. Seven Mile Beach is one of the best in the world.” His hand moved higher, resting just below my ribs. “The business meeting shouldn’t take long. A couple of hours, maybe four or five. Then we’ll have time to relax.”

I nodded and settled back against his chest, watching the clouds drift past. His hand shifted again, cupping my breast through my dress and bra. My breath caught.

“Alex…”

“Mm?” His thumb found my nipple through the fabric, brushing across it with deliberate slowness.

“We’re on a plane.”

“Private plane. No one’s watching.” He circled my nipple again, coaxing it to harden. “Relax.”

Heat pooled low in my belly as he continued his lazy exploration, alternating between gentle touches and firmer pressure. My nipple peaked under his attention, sensitive even through layers of fabric.

His other hand slid up my thigh, stopping just below the hem of my dress. “When we land, we’re going straight to the hotel. I’m going to peel this dress off you and fuck you.”

“Is that a promise or a threat?”

“Both.”

I laughed, turning my face toward him. He kissed me slowly, thoroughly, his tongue tracing my lower lip before deepening the kiss. His hand tightened on my breast, thumb still working my nipple.

The flight attendant’s voice crackled over the intercom. “Mr. Carter, we’ll be beginning our descent in approximately twenty

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minutes.”

Alexander pulled back, eyes dark. “Guess we should behave.”

“Probably.”

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He helped me back to my own seat, buckling my seatbelt with careful precision. “Can’t have you getting hurt on landing

The descent was smooth, the plane cutting through clouds until he ocean appeared below. The water was the most vivid. turquoise I’d ever seen, so clear I could make out darker patches of reef beneath the surface.

“That’s gorgeous,” I said, pressing my face to the window.

Alexander smiled at my enthusiasm. “Wait until you’re swimming in it.”

We landed at Owen Roberts International around 2 PM local time. The moment the cabin door opened, heat and humidity rushed in like a wall. I stepped onto the tarmac, tropical air wrapping around me.

“Jesus,” I breathed. “It’s like walking into a sauna.”

“Welcome to the Caribbean.” Alexander took my hand, leading me toward a sleek black SUV waiting nearby.

A driver in a crisp white shirt and dark pants appeared, opening doors and loading our luggage with efficient movements. “Mr. Carter, Mrs. Carter. Welcome to Grand Cayman.”

“Thanks.” Alexander helped me into the air–conditioned interior before sliding in beside me.

The drive was stunning. Palm trees lined the roads, their fronds rustling in the breeze. Between buildings, I caught glimpses of that impossible turquoise water.

I pulled out my phone and snapped photos through the window. White sand beaches. Colorful buildings. Crystal clear water that looked more like a postcard than reality.

“Tourist,” Alexander teased, watching me.

“Shut up. This is beautiful.”

“It is,” he agreed, his hand finding mine. “You’ll love the hotel.”

Twenty minutes later, we pulled up to the Ritz Carlton. The building was massive, elegant in that understated way that screamed luxury. Manicured gardens surrounded the entrance, tropical flowers blooming in vibrant colors.

A valet rushed to open our door. “Mr. and Mrs. Carter, welcome. We’ve been expecting you.”

Inside, the lobby was all marble and mahogany, ceiling fans turning lazily overhead. Cool air washed over us, a relief after the humid exterior.

A woman in a tailored suit approached immediately. “Mr. Carter, Mrs. Carter. I’m Sarah Morrison, the manager. We’re delighted to have you with us.”

“Thank you,” Alexander said smoothly.

Your suite is ready. If you’ll follow me to the reception?”

Check–in was swift, room keys were produced and handed over with practiced efficiency, Sarah personally escorted us to the elevators, making small talk about the weather and island activities.

You’re in our Presidential Suite on the top floor,” she explained as we ascended. “Ocean view, private balcony. I think you’ll find it quite comfortable.”

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