The CEO's Contractual Wife (Olivia and Alexander) novel Chapter 279

Chapter 279

Chapter 279

Olivia

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The ocean crashed below us, waves providing a rhythmic soundtrack to the moment. His hands cupped my face, tilting my head exactly how he wanted it.

When we finally broke apart, both breathing hard, I grabbed his hand. “Come on. These dishes aren’t going to clean themselves.”

We brought everything inside together, loading the dishwasher in comfortable silence.

Alexander rinsed while I arranged plates and glasses with careful precision. The domesticity of it felt strange, almost surreal. Alexander Carter, billionaire CEO, was standing in a kitchen helping with dishes like a normal person.

“What?” he asked, catching me staring.

“Nothing. Just not used to seeing you do manual labor.”

“I can load a dishwasher. I’m not completely useless.”

“Debatable.”

He flicked water at me. I retaliated immediately, splashing him back. Within seconds, we were engaged in a full water fight over the sink, both laughing like idiots.

“Truce!” I called, holding up my hands. “Truce before we flood the kitchen.”

Alexander wiped his face with a dish towel, grinning. “You started it.”

“Liar. You flicked water first.”

“That was barely a drop. You escalated.”

I grabbed the towel from him and dried my hands. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

He finished loading the last plate and closed the dishwasher, starting the cycle. The machine hummed to life, water rushing

inside.

“Want to take our drinks to the private deck?” he suggested, moving to the bar. “The one with the infinity pool?”

“Sure. Sounds perfect

He poured two fingers of expensive whiskey into crystal glasses while I headed upstairs to change.

I opened my suitcase, pulling out one of the dresses Alexander had bought earlier. The red one, short and fitted, with a plunging neckline that left very little to the imagination. Perfect for tempting him.

I stripped off my sundress and underwear, then selected a matching set from the lingerie shopping spree. Black lace with strategic cutouts, the kind that had made Alexander’s eyes darken in the boutique. The bra pushed my breasts up and together, creating cleavage that bordered on obscene. The panties were barely there, a scrap of lace that covered almost nothing.

I slipped the red dress over my head, adjusting the fabric. It clung to every curve, the hem riding high on my thighs

I checked my reflection in the bathroom mirror. The red dress clung to every curve, the fabric smooth against my skin. The

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plunging neckline revealed the black lace bra beneath, the cutouts visible at strategic points. My hair fell in loose waves over my shoulders.

The hem rode high on my thighs, leaving very little to the imagination.

Perfect.

I slipped on the strappy heels Alexander had bought me last week and grabbed my phone, checking the time. Seven thirty. The sun had already set, leaving the sky painted in deep purples and blues visible through the bathroom window.

I found Alexander on the private deck, leaning against the railing and looking out at the ocean. He’d changed into one of the new linen shirts I’d picked out, the pale blue one that made his eyes look even darker. The sleeves were rolled to his elbows, showing off his forearms.

He looked good. Relaxed. Different from the corporate CEO I was used to seeing in Los Angeles.

The sound of my heels on the deck made him turn.

His eyes widened slightly when he saw me, that familiar heat flashing across his face. His gaze traveled slowly down my body, lingering on the plunging neckline, the curves of my hips, the length of my legs. “You’re trying to kill me.”

“Just wearing a dress.” I moved closer, enjoying the way his jaw tightened.

“That’s not just a dress. That’s a weapon.” He reached out, his hand finding my waist and pulling me against him. “You look incredible.”

“You picked it out, remember?”

‘Best decision I made all week.” His thumb traced the edge of the neckline, brushing against the exposed lace of my bra.

My breath caught at the simple touch, heat blooming under my skin. “You’re biased.”

‘Doesn’t make it less true.” He pulled me closer, his other hand settling on my hip. “Red’s definitely your color.”

I grabbed his wrist before he could get any more ideas. “Drink first. Seduction later.”

“That’s a promise?”

“Maybe.”

He released me with obvious reluctance, moving to the bar cart in the corner. Crystal decanters caught the fading light, amber liquid glowing. He poured two generous measures, the whiskey making soft splashing sounds against the glass.

I watched him move, the way his shirt pulled across his shoulders, how his fingers wrapped around the tumbler. Everything about him was confident, controlled,

He handed me the whiskey, and I settled beside him on the deck railing, the evening air warm on my bare legs. The ocean stretched endlessly below, waves crashing in a steady rhythm.

We sipped our drinks in comfortable silence, watching the waves crash below.

Alexander’s hand found my lower back, his thumb drawing lazy circles on my exposed skin. The touch was casual, possessive, sending shivers down my spine despite the tropical heat.

I felt heat pooling between my legs despite our earlier activities. Apparently, my body had decided it wanted more of him.

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I shifted closer, my breast pressing against his arm. His muscles tensed in response, the tumbler pausing halfway to his lips.

“Careful,” he murmured.

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll bend you over this railing and fuck you senseless until you can’t walk straight tomorrow.”

Empty threats.”

“Try me.” He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. “See what happens.”

I took another sip of whiskey, the burn warming my throat. “You talk a lot.”

“And you’re getting mouthy.” He drained his glass, setting it on the railing with a soft clink. “Guess I need to do something about that.”

Alexander turned to face me fully, taking my glass and setting it aside too. Before I could protest, his hands cupped my face, pulling me into a deep kiss.

I tasted whiskey and desire on his tongue as it swept into my mouth, claiming me completely. My hands slid up his chest to his shoulders, pulling him closer.

The kiss turned heated quickly, tongues fighting for dominance. I won briefly, nipping his lower lip, but he retaliated by gripping my hair and angling my head exactly how he wanted.

He broke the kiss suddenly, his forehead resting against mine. “I’ve been thinking.”

“Dangerous activity for you.”

“Shut up.” But he was smiling. “I’m serious.”

“About what?”

His thumbs stroked my cheeks. “About us. This arrangement.”

“What about it?”

“We could forget about the contract. Continue as a married couple. For real.”

The words hung between us, impossible and tempting.

“Alex…”

“Just think about it.” He kissed me again, softer this time. “No deadlines, no clauses. Just us.”

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