The CEO's Contractual Wife (Olivia and Alexander) novel Chapter 284

Chapter 284

His tongue explored every inch of my mouth while his hands roamed freely, touching everywhere he could reach. One palm pressed flat against my lower back, holding me in place. The other squeezed my breast, fingers finding my nipple through the layers of fabric.

I grabbed his hair, tugging hard enough to make him groan. The sound vibrated through both of us, making heat pool between my thighs.

His hand left my breast, sliding down to my hip and then lower, cupping me through my shorts. I gasped into his mouth, my hips jerking forward involuntarily.

“So fucking responsive,” he muttered against my lips. “Love watching you fall apart.”

He pressed the heel of his hand against me, the friction making my thighs clench. Even through layers of fabric, the sensation was overwhelming.

“Please,” I heard myself whimper.

He did it again, harder this time. “Tell me what you want.”

“More. I need more.”

His fingers found the button of my shorts, popping it open with practiced ease. The zipper came down slowly, torturously. Then his hand slipped inside, sliding under my panties to cup me directly.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his forehead dropping to my shoulder. “You’re soaking wet already.”

I couldn’t form words, could only grip his shoulders tighter as his fingers explored. One thick digit slid through my folds, gathering wetness before circling my clit with maddening lightness.

“Alex, please.” My hips rocked against his hand, seeking more pressure.

“What do you need?” His teeth scraped my earlobe. “My fingers? My mouth? My cock?”

“Yes,” I gasped, beyond coherent thought. “All of it.”

He pushed one finger inside me, then two, stretching me. I whimpered at the intrusion, my inner walls clenching around

him.

“That’s it,” he praised, his thumb finding my clit. “Take them. Take everything I give you.”

His fingers pumped slowly. His thumb worked my clit in tight circles, building pleasure with each stroke.

“Look at you,” he murmured, watching my face. “So beautiful when you’re desperate for me.”

I was close, so close. The combination of his fingers inside me and his thumb on my clit was too much. My thighs trembled, my breath coming in short gasps.

Then he withdrew completely, his hand leaving my shorts.

“What-” I started to protest.

He brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean while maintaining eye contact. “Delicious. But we’re not finishing

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this against a tree.”

“You bastard.” I breathed, frustration and arousal warring inside me.

‘Later.” He zipped up my shorts, his movements deliberate and slow. “When we get back to the mansion, I’m going to spread you out on that bed and lick every inch of you until you’re begging me to fuck you.

Heat flooded through me at his words. “That’s a hell of a promise.”

“I keep my promises.” He kissed me once more, softer this time. “Now button up before I change my mind about waiting.”

I swatted his chest, laughing despite my body’s protests. “You’re terrible.”

He stepped back, giving me space to fix my clothes. I buttoned my shorts with shaking fingers, still feeling the phantom sensation of his hand between my legs.

“Satisfied?” I asked.

“Not even close.” His eyes traveled slowly down my body. “But I can wait. Anticipation makes it better.”

‘Does it?”

“Absolutely. He grabbed my hand, pulling me away from the tree. “By the time we get back to that mansion, you’re going to be so desperate you won’t even make it to the bedroom.”

‘Confident.”

“Experienced. He tugged me forward. “Now come on. We’re almost at the cliff.”

We continued walking, my legs still unsteady from his earlier ministrations. Alexander seemed completely unbothered, striding along the trail like he hadn’t just fingered me against a tree.

‘You’re evil,” I informed him.

Just strategic.” He squeezed my hand. “Building tension.”

‘Is that what we’re calling it?”

Would you prefer I call it foreplay?”

That’s more accurate.”

He laughed, the sound echoing through the quiet forest.

The trail opened suddenly, vegetation giving way to bare rock. I stopped at the edge, my breath catching.

The ocean stretched endlessly before us, that impossible turquoise fading to deeper blue where it met the horizon. Waves crashed against jagged rocks far below, sending up plumes of white spray. The cliff dropped away sharply, hundreds of feet of sheer rock face.

“Holy shit,” I breathed.

Alexander moved behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist. “Worth the hike?”

“So worth it.” I leaned back against his chest, drinking in the view. “This is incredible.”

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The wind whipped around us, carrying the salt scent of the ocean. Seabirds wheeled overhead, their cries mixing with the crash of waves below.

“Could stay here all day,” Alexander murmured against my ear.

“We could.” I turned my head to look at him. “But you promised me things back at the mansion.”

“I did.” His hands tightened on my waist. “Patient or impatient?”

“Impatient. Definitely impatient.”

He laughed, kissing the side of my neck. “Good. Me too.”

We stood there for a few more minutes, neither of us in a hurry despite my words. The view was too stunning, the moment too perfect to rush.

Eventually, Alexander guided me to a flat rock near the cliff’s edge. We sat together, his arm around my shoulders, while I leaned into his warmth.

He pulled out water bottles and trail mix from his backpack, handing me one of each. “Hydrate.”

“Yes, sir.” I took a long drink, suddenly realizing how thirsty I was.

We shared the trail mix in comfortable silence, passing the bag back and forth. The ocean provided a soothing soundtrack. waves crashing in endless rhythm.

“This is nice,” I said eventually. “Just being here. No expectations, no performance.”

“Performance?”

“You know what I mean. The marriage, the family dinners, the public appearances.” I picked out a chocolate chip from the mix. “Sometimes it feels like we’re always playing roles.”

Alexander was quiet for a moment. “And right now?”

“Right now feels real.” The words came out before I could stop them.

He pulled me closer, his lips finding the top of my head. “It is real.”

I wanted to believe him. Wanted to think this moment meant something beyond physical attraction and mutual convenience. But I’d learned not to trust my instincts when it came to Alexander Carter.

Still, sitting here with the ocean stretching before us, his arm solid and warm around me, it was easy to pretend. Easy to forget about contracts and timelines and all the practical reasons we were together.

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