The CEO's Contractual Wife (Olivia and Alexander) novel Chapter 280

Olivia

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Heat bloomed in my chest, spreading outward. He was drunk. Had to be. The whiskey talking, making promises he’d regret in the morning.

“You’re drunk,” I said against his mouth.

“I’m not.” He pulled back, eyes searching mine. “I’ve never been more sober.”

“You’re definitely drunk.”

“Liv.”

“Don’t.” I pressed my fingers to his lips. “Let’s just enjoy tonight. Talk about this when you’re thinking clearly.”

He caught my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm. “I am thinking clearly.”

“Later,” I insisted. “When we’re back in LA. When you’ve had time to actually consider what you’re saying.”

“Fine.” His jaw tightened, but he didn’t push. “Later.”

He backed me against the railing, his body pressing into mine against the smooth wood. The hard length of him ground into my stomach, making my breath catch.

His hands slid down to my ass, gripping firmly. Then he lifted me, setting me on the wide railing.

I gasped at the precarious position, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist. “Alex!”

“I’ve got you.” His arms banded around me, holding me steady. “Not letting you fall.”

“This is insane.”

“Yeah.” He kissed my neck, teeth scraping skin. “But you love it.”

I did. God help me, I absolutely did.

His mouth moved lower, kissing along my collarbone. One hand slid up my thigh under the dress, fingers brushing the edge of my panties.

“We’re outside,” I breathed.

“Nobody can see. His thumb pressed against my clit through the thin fabric. “Relax.”

“How am I supposed to relax when you’re doing that?”

He added more pressure, circling slowly. “Stop relaxing then. Just Teel”

I gripped his shoulders tighter, my head falling back. The position made me acutely aware of how high up we were, how easily I could fall if he let go.

But he wouldn’t let go. I knew that with absolute certainty.

His other hand found my breast through the dress, squeezing. My nipple peaked against his palm, begging for attention

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even through the layers of fabric.

“Alex, I gasped, gripping the railing tighter.

His fingers found the straps of my dress, sliding them down my shoulders slowly.

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The fabric pooled at my waist, leaving me exposed in just my black lace bra. The ocean breeze kissed my skin, making me shiver despite the tropical heat.

Alexander’s mouth was on my breast immediately, sucking my nipple through the lace. The wet fabric clung to my skin, the sensation making me arch against him. His teeth scraped the sensitive peak while his hand kneaded my other breast roughly.

“Fuck,” I breathed, my head falling back.

He switched sides, giving my neglected nipple the same treatment. His tongue circled it through the bra, then he bit down hard enough to make me whimper.

“Getting you down,” he growled, lifting me off the railing.

My feet hit the deck, legs shaky. Before I could steady myself, he spun me to face him, his mouth crashing against mine in a bruising kiss.

His hands went to my bra straps, pulling them down roughly. The cups fell away, exposing my breasts completely to the warm evening air.

Then his mouth was on my breast directly, no barrier between us. His tongue circled my nipple, flicking the hardened peak before sucking it deep into his mouth. The sensation shot straight to my core, making my pussy throb with need.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him against me. “Don’t stop.”

He had no intention of stopping. His hand found my other breast, pinching and rolling my nipple between his fingers while he sucked harder on the one in his mouth. The dual stimulation was almost too much.

He released my nipple with a wet pop, his eyes dark and hungry when they met mine.

“Touch me. I need you to touch me.”

“Where? His hand slid down my stomach to the hem of my dress. “Here?”

‘Lower

His fingers traced the edge of my panties through the fabric. “Here?”

“Stop teasing”

“Make me

I grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him into another kiss. This one was messy, desperate, all teeth and tongue and barely controlled need.

While we kissed, his hands found the zipper of my dress. He pulled it down in one smooth motion, and the fabric fell aw completely, leaving me standing on the balcony in just my bra and panties

‘Christ, look at you,‘ he breathed, his eyes raking over every exposed inch

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I reached for his shirt, fumbling with the buttons. My fingers were clumsy with need, but I finally got it open, shoving it off his shoulders.

His pants were next. I worked his belt buckle with shaking hands, yanking it free and popping the button of his trousers. The zipper came down easily, and I shoved the fabric down his hips.

His cock sprang free, already hard and leaking precum. I wrapped my hand around it, stroking slowly from base to tip.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his hips jerking forward into my grip.

“Like that?” I stroked again, my thumb circling the head and spreading the wetness there.

“Just like that.”

His hand found my panties, pushing the fabric aside roughly. His fingers slid through my folds, finding me soaking wet and ready.

“Goddamn,” he groaned. “This pussy is fucking drenched.”

Two thick fingers pushed inside me without warning, filling me, stretching me. I gasped at the intrusion, my inner walls clenching around him.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, pumping his fingers slowly. “Take them. Take everything I give you.”

I stroked his cock in rhythm with his fingers inside me. Every time he thrust deep, I squeezed him harder, matching his pace stroke for stroke.

His thumb found my clit, circling the swollen bundle of nerves with just the right pressure. I moaned, my hips rocking against his hand.

“You like that?” he asked, his voice rough. “Like having my fingers buried in this tight cunt while you stroke my cock?”

“Yes,” I gasped, my hand working him faster. “Don’t stop.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.”

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