The CEO's Contractual Wife (Olivia and Alexander) novel Chapter 282

Chapter 282

Olivia

I kept silent, letting the moment stretch between us. His thumb drew lazy circles on my hip, and I focused on that instead of the confused mess of feelings tangled in my chest.

“Water’s getting cold,” I said eventually.

“Mm. We should get out.”

He released me reluctantly, and we stepped from the tub. Alexander grabbed towels, wrapping one around my shoulders before seeing to himself.

I dried off quickly, my skin still tingling from his touch. He watched me the entire time, that familiar heat never quite leaving his eyes.

“Bed, he announced, taking my hand.

“Bossy,”

We collapsed into the massive bed, limbs tangling together in the crisp white sheets. Alexander pulled me against him, my back to his chest, his arm draped across my waist.

“Sleep,” he ordered softly. “Long day tomorrow.”

I closed my eyes, letting exhaustion pull me under,

I woke to sunlight streaming through the floor to ceiling windows and Alexander’s arm draped across my waist.

We were tangled together in the massive bed, sheets twisted around our legs. His face was pressed against the back of my neck, his breathing deep and even.

His arm tightened around me, pulling me closer even in sleep. Possessive, even unconscious.

I shifted slightly, testing whether he’d wake. He didn’t, just made a soft sound and buried his face deeper into my hair.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand. I reached for it carefully, trying not to disturb him.

6:47 AM.

Several messages from Emilia, asking how the trip was going. One from Dylan about campaign metrics. Nothing urgent.

Alexander stirred behind me, his hand sliding up my ribs. “Morning.”

“Morning yourself.”

His lips found the back of my neck, pressing soft kisses there. “Sleep okay?”

“Like the dead. You?”

“Better than I have in weeks.” His hand cupped my breast, thumb brushing my nipple. “What time is it?”

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“Almost seven.”

His hand slid higher on my ribs, fingers splaying across my stomach. “We could stay in bed the whole day. Keep fucking until neither of us can walk straight.”

Heat pooled between my thighs at his words, but I shook my head. “No way. We’re not wasting this trip in bed.”

“Wasting?” His breath was hot against my neck. “That’s not the word I’d use.”

“We can go out. Explore. Actually, see the island instead of just the ceiling of this bedroom.”

He groaned, pulling me tighter against him. “You’re killing me.”

“You’ll survive.” I wiggled out of his grip, throwing the covers back. “Come on. Let’s make breakfast”

Alexander watched me pad naked across the room to grab one of his shirts from the chair. I pulled it on, the white cotton hanging to mid–thigh.

“That’s mine,” he said, propping himself up on one elbow.

“So? You’ve got plenty.” I buttoned it halfway, leaving enough skin exposed to make his jaw tighten. “Get up. I’m hungry

“I can see that.” His eyes traveled slowly down my body. “Though food isn’t what I’m thinking about right now.”

I grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. “Shower. Clothes. Kitchen. Move.”

“Bossy this morning.”

“Someone has to be the adult.”

He climbed out of bed, completely unbothered by his nakedness. I tried not to stare at the defined muscles of his back, the way his ass looked as he walked to the bathroom.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he called over his shoulder.

“Like what?”

“Like you want to eat me for breakfast instead of actual food.”

“Presumptuous.”

“Accurate.”

I heard the shower start, steam beginning to billow from the bathroom. Part of me wanted to join him, to press my body against his under the hot water. But if we did that, we’d never leave this mansion.

Instead, I headed downstairs to the kitchen. Sunlight streamed through the floor–to–ceiling windows, making the ocean sparkle like someone had dumped diamonds across the surface.

I pulled out eggs, bacon, and fresh fruit. Found bread for toast and coffee beans for the fancy espresso machine.

Alexander appeared as I was cracking eggs into a bowl, wearing just low–slung shorts and nothing else. Water still dripped

from his hair.

“Smells good,” he said, moving behind me to press a kiss to my neck.

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“Don durart me. I’m cooking”

His hands settled on my hips. “Can’t help it. You’re wearing my shirt and nothing else. It’s distracting”

“Then go put on an actual shirt.”

“Where’s the fun in that?

I elbowed him gently. “Make yourself useful. Start the coffee”

He moved to the espresso machine, his movements practiced and efficient. Soon, the rich smell of coffee filled the kitchen.

I whisked the eggs and added a splash of milk. The bacon sizzled in the pan, filling the space with its smoky scent.

We fell into an easy rhythm. Alexander handled the coffee and toast, while I handled the eggs and bacon. Our movements synchronized without discussion, passing plates and utensils without speaking.

“Butter’s in the fridge,” I said, nodding toward it.

He grabbed it without comment, spreading it across the toast with careful precision.

I plated the eggs, fluffy and perfectly scrambled. The bacon went on a separate dish, crispy and golden.

“Fruit?” Alexander asked, pulling a mango from the counter,

“Please.”

He sliced it with practiced movements, the blade moving smoothly through the flesh. Juice ran down his fingers, and I found myself staring at his hands.

“You’re doing it again,” he said without looking up.

“Doing what?”

“Staring.” He popped a piece of mango into his mouth. “Thinking things.”

“Can’t prove anything.”

He laughed, then finished with the fruit and arranged it on a plate.

We carried everything to the outdoor table, setting it down as the morning breeze ruffled the palm fronds overhead.

“This is perfect,” I said, settling into my chair.

Alexander poured coffee into both our cups. “Better than room service.”

“Way better.” I took a sip, savoring the rich flavor. “Though the company helps.”

We ate in comfortable silence, the sound of waves providing a soothing background. I watched a sailboat drift past in the distance, its white sails stark against the blue water.

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