The CEO's Contractual Wife (Olivia and Ryan) novel Chapter 50

The fantasy playing in my head shifted and evolved. Alexander was above me now, his powerful body caging mine as he thrust into me. I could almost feel the weight of him, the heat of his skin against mine.

“You’re so wet for me, Liv,” Alexander growled in my ear. “So fucking tight around my cock.”

“Yes,” I gasped, adding a fourth finger, stretching myself wider. It wasn’t enough, could never be enough compared to what I imagined he would feel like.

My thumb pressed harder against my clit, circling faster as my fingers pumped in and out. My pussy clenched around them, walls fluttering as I approached the edge.

“Fuck, I’m close,” I panted, pinching my nipple hard between my fingers. The sharp pain mingled with pleasure, pushing me higher.

In my mind, Alexander’s pace increased, his thrusts becoming harder and more demanding. His hand wrapped around my throat, applying just enough pressure to make my head swim.

“Come for me,” Alexander demanded. “Now, Liv. Fucking come on my cock.”

My back bowed off the couch as the orgasm hit me like a freight train. Waves of pleasure crashed through me, my pussy clamping down on my fingers as I cried out.

“Alexander!” His name tore from my throat as I came, my body shaking with the force of it.

For several long moments, I couldn’t move, couldn’t think beyond the pulses of pleasure still rippling through me. My fingers remained buried inside my pussy, aftershocks making my inner walls clench around them.

“Holy shit,” I breathed when I could finally form words again. I slowly withdrew my fingers, wincing slightly at the sensitivity.

I lay there on my couch, half–naked and panting, staring at the ceiling. Had I really just had the most intense orgasm of my life while fantasizing about Alexander Carter? My fake fiancé? My boss?

“This is so fucked up,” I muttered, pushing myself into a sitting position.

My legs felt like jelly as I stood, grabbing my discarded leggings and panties from the floor. I made my way to the bathroom on unsteady feet, tossing the clothes into the hamper.

The woman who stared back at me from the bathroom mirror looked thoroughly debauched: hair wild, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from where I’d bitten them. I barely recognized myself.

“Get a grip, Olivia,” I muttered to my reflection. “It’s just a fantasy. Just an orgasm.”

But it wasn’t just any orgasm. It was the kind that left your legs weak and your mind blank, the kind I’d almost forgotten was possible.

“It doesn’t mean anything,” I told myself firmly, grabbing a washcloth and running it under warm water. “Just because you got off thinking about him doesn’t mean you’re falling for him.”

I cleaned myself up, wincing slightly at the sensitivity between my legs. My body felt both relaxed and wound tight at the same time, like I’d scratched an itch but somehow made it worse.

“This is what happens when you go from a relationship to a contract marriage in a short time,” I reasoned, tossing the

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washcloth in the hamper. “Your hormones are confused. That’s all.”

I stared at my reflection again, wondering what Alexander would think if he could see me now. Would he be smug? Turned

on? Both?

“Not that it matters,” I said, flicking off the bathroom light. “He’s not here, and he’s never going to know.”

But even as I said it, a small voice in my head whispered: Unless you tell him.

“Absolutely not,” I said firmly, padding naked into my bedroom. “That’s never happening.”

My bed looked impossibly inviting, sheets cool and crisp against my overheated skin as I slid between them. I hadn’t bothered putting clothes back on why bother when I lived alone, and the air conditioning kept my apartment at the perfect sleeping temperature?

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“This is nice,” I sighed, stretching out like a cat. There was something decadent about sleeping naked, something I rarely indulged in.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand. I grabbed it, half expecting it to be Alexander, somehow knowing what I’d just done.

But it was just an email notification about a sale at my favorite online store. I tossed the phone back down, oddly disappointed.

“What is wrong with me?” I groaned, flopping onto my back. “I don’t want to hear from him. I don’t.”

I closed my eyes, trying to clear my mind. But all I could see was Alexander’s face, that knowing smirk, those intense eyes that seemed to see right through me.

“Go away,” I mumbled, rolling onto my side. “Let me sleep.”

But sleep seemed determined to elude me. Every time I started to drift off, I’d remember something he said, something he did, and I’d be wide awake again.

“Fine,” I huffed, sitting up and punching my pillow into submission. “Let’s think about this logically.”

I had signed a contract to marry a man I barely knew. A man who happened to be my boss. A man who had just paid me three hundred thousand dollars.

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