The CEO's Contractual Wife (Olivia and Ryan) novel Chapter 49

Chapter 49

Olivia

My breath caught in my throat. Part of me, a larger part than I wanted to admit, was tempted to say yes, to let his clever fingers slip beneath my leggings and find out just how wet I already was. But another part of me, the part that still had some sense of self–preservation, knew that would be a mistake. Sex with Alexander wouldn’t just be sex; it would be surrendering a kind of power I wasn’t ready to give up.

“No,” I said firmly, placing my hand over his to stop its downward progress. “Not tonight.”

To my surprise, Alexander didn’t push. He simply nodded, his eyes still dark with desire but also showing a flicker of respect.

“Your call,” he said, removing his hands from my body. “I’m a patient man. When it happens, and it will happen, Olivia, it’ll be because you’re begging for it.”

“Pretty confident about that, aren’t you?” I raised an eyebrow, trying to regain some equilibrium.

“I am.” He shifted me off his lap, setting me gently on the couch beside him. “You should get some sleep. It’s late, and you’ve had a long day.”

The abrupt change of subject left me momentarily disoriented. One minute he was talking about making me beg for his cock; the next, he was sending me to bed like a child.

“What about you?” I asked, watching as he stood up and gathered our empty plates, then carried the dishes to the kitchen. “You’re not staying?” The question slipped out before I could stop it, sounding far more disappointed than I intended.

Alexander paused, looking back at me with a knowing smile. “Miss me already?”

“No,” I lied. “I just thought… since you brought dinner…”

“I didn’t want to presume.” He returned to the couch, standing over me with those intense eyes fixed on my face. “Do you want me to stay, Olivia?”

Did I? Part of me wanted him gone so I could process everything that had happened. Another part wanted him to stay, to pick up where we’d left off, to show me exactly what he meant by “really good sex.”

“It’s probably better if you go,” I said finally, choosing the safer option. “Like you said, I need sleep.”

Alexander nodded, his expression unreadable. “As you wish.” He leaned down, his face inches from mine. For a heart- stopping moment, I thought he was going to kiss me.

Instead, he lowered his head slowly, brushing his lips tenderly against my forehead, allowing the warmth of his breath to linger just a moment longer.

“Sweet dreams, Liv,” he murmured against my skin. “I have a feeling they’ll be very interesting tonight.”

And then he was gone, leaving me alone with my racing thoughts and the lingering heat between my legs.

I flopped back on the couch, staring at the ceiling. What the hell was I getting myself into?

The memory of his hardness pressed against me, the casual confidence in his voice when he talked about making me come; it all swirled in my mind, making it impossible to think clearly.

I pressed my thighs together, trying to ignore the persistent ache between them. This was ridiculous. I was not going to masturbate thinking about my fake fiancé just minutes after he left my apartment.

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Chapter 49

Except… maybe that was exactly what I needed to clear my head. Get him out of my system, so to speak.

Before I could talk myself out of it, I slipped my hand beneath the waistband of my leggings, fingers finding the slick heat between my legs. I was embarrassingly wet, my clit swollen and sensitive to the touch.

“Fuck,” I whispered, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with my fingertips.

I closed my eyes, letting my head fall back against the couch cushions. Alexander’s face immediately appeared in my mind: that arrogant smirk, those intense gray eyes that seemed to see right through me. I imagined his hands replacing mine, his long fingers sliding through my wetness.

“Goddamn it,” I muttered, increasing the pressure on my clit. This was pathetic. I was masturbating to the thought of my fake fiancé less than ten minutes after he’d left my apartment.

But I couldn’t stop. The memory of his hardness pressing against me was too vivid, too tempting.

I slipped my fingers lower, gathering moisture before returning to my clit. My other hand pushed under my sweatshirt, finding my breast. I pinched my nipple, gasping at the jolt of pleasure that shot straight between my legs.

“Fuck, that feels good,” I breathed, arching my back.

My leggings were becoming an annoyance, restricting my movements. I lifted my hips, hastily pushing them down my legs and kicking them off. My panties were soaked through, a fact that would have made Alexander unbearably smug if he could

see me now.

“You’re not here,” I said aloud as if that would somehow exorcise him from my thoughts. “This isn’t about you.”

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