The CEO's Contractual Wife (Olivia and Ryan) novel Chapter 100

Chapter 100

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We ate at a table on the terrace, the ocean spread out before us, brilliant blue under the morning sun. Olivia seemed more relaxed now, her initial shyness fading as we ate.

“This is good,” she admitted, taking another bite of eggs.

“Told you. I’m good at everything.”

“Except humility.”

“Overrated virtue.” I sipped my coffee. “So, what’s on your agenda today, Mrs. Carter?”

The title made her pause, fork halfway to her mouth. “That’s going to take some getting used to.”

“You’ll have a year to practice.”

“Right.” She set down her fork. “Well, since we’re on our honeymoon, I suppose my agenda is whatever you’ve planned.”

“I have a few ideas.” I let my gaze wander over her, lingering on where my t–shirt had ridden up her thighs. “None of them. involves leaving this property.”

Olivia shifted in her seat. “I was thinking maybe we could explore the island a bit more. It’s beautiful here.”

“We can do that. After.”

“After what?”

I gave her a look that made her swallow hard. “After I bend you over this table and fuck you until you scream my name again.”

Her eyes widened, pupils dilating. “We just finished breakfast.”

“So?”

“So… the dishes…”

I laughed. “Are you seriously worried about dishes right now?”

“No, I just…” She bit her lip. “I’m a little sore from last night.”

That

gave me pause. I hadn’t considered that. “Bad sore or good sore?”

“Both? It’s been a while, and you’re…”

“Huge?” I supplied helpfully.

“I was going to say larger than I’m used to.”

“So no morning sex on the breakfast table. Got it.” I stood and started gathering our plates. “We’ll explore the island instead.”

Olivia looked surprised by my easy acquiescence. “Really?”

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“Yes, really. Contrary to popular belief, I’m not actually an asshole.” I carried our plates to the kitchen sink. “We’ve got two

weeks. No rush.”

She followed me inside, bringing our coffee mugs. “That’s surprisingly considerate of you.”

“I’m full of surprises.” I rinsed the plates and loaded them into the dishwasher. “Why don’t you get dressed? We can take one of the ATVs around the south side of the island. There’s a waterfall about twenty minutes from here.”

“That sounds perfect.” She hesitated, then stood on tiptoes to press a quick kiss to my cheek before scurrying away toward the bedroom.

The gesture caught me completely off guard. It was so domestic. Ordinary. The kind of thing a real wife might do. I shook my head, dismissing the strange tightness in my chest. This was business, not pleasure. Well, okay, there was definitely pleasure involved, but the marriage itself was just business.

I finished cleaning up the kitchen and headed to the bedroom to change. Olivia was in the bathroom, the door closed. I pulled on swim trunks and a t–shirt, then grabbed a backpack and filled it with water bottles, sunscreen, and towels.

Olivia stepped out of the bathroom in a red bikini. The top barely contained her breasts, and the bottoms rode high on her hips, showcasing her ass perfectly.

“Jesus Christ,” I muttered, my cock immediately hardening at the sight. “Are you trying to kill me?”

She glanced down at herself. “What? This is what you bought me.”

“I know what I bought you. I just didn’t realize how fucking amazing you’d look in it.”

A pleased smile curved her lips. “I clean up okay, I guess.”

“Understatement of the fucking century.” I tossed her a loose cover–up. “Put that on before I change my mind about exploring the island.”

She caught it with a laugh. “So easily distracted.”

“By tits like yours? Absolutely.”

Olivia slipped the cover–up over her head. It did little to hide her curves, the thin fabric clinging to all the right places. “Better?”

“Not even slightly.” I handed her a pair of hiking sandals. “Put these on. The trail can be rocky in places.”

She sat on the edge of the bed to strap on the sandals, and I found myself staring at her legs, remembering how they’d felt wrapped around my waist last night. Fuck, I needed to get a grip.

“Ready?” she asked, standing up.

I nodded, grabbing the backpack. “Let’s go.”

Outside, I led her to the garage where several ATVs were parked alongside a Jeep. I grabbed two helmets and handed one to

her.

“Ever driven one of these before?” I asked, gesturing to the ATV.

She shook her head. “No, but I’m a quick learner.”

“You’ll ride with me this time. I’ll teach you tomorrow if you want.”

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She strapped on the helmet. “Sounds good.”

I climbed onto the ATV and started it up, feeling the engine rumble beneath me. Olivia hesitated only briefly before climbing on behind me.

“Hold on tight,” I instructed. “It gets bumpy.”

Her arms wrapped around my waist, her front pressed against my back. Even through our clothes, I could feel the heat of her body, the softness of her breasts against me.

I maneuvered the ATV out of the garage and onto the trail that wound around the property. Olivia’s grip tightened as we picked up speed, her thighs squeezing my hips.

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