The CEO's Contractual Wife (Olivia and Ryan) novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93

Olivia

“Let’s go inside,” he suggested, picking up our towels. “The sun’s getting strong, and I don’t want you burned anywhere but my handprints on this perfect ass.” He delivered another sharp slap that made me yelp.

Inside the house, the air conditioning raised goosebumps on my wet skin. Alexander wrapped a towel around my shoulders, pulling me close for another searing kiss.

“Mmm,” he murmured against my lips. “I could kiss you all fucking day.”

His hands slid down to cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples through the damp bikini. I arched into his touch, a whimper escaping me.

“You like that?” he asked, voice low. “Wait till I get my mouth on these beautiful tits. I’m going to suck your nipples until you’re begging me to fuck you.”

“You talk a big game,” I said, trying to sound unaffected despite the wetness pooling between my legs.

‘I back it up too, sweetheart. Just say the word.”

He kissed me again, harder this time, one hand sliding down my stomach to the edge of my bikini bottoms. His fingers. teased along the waistband, not quite dipping inside but promising so much more.

‘Alexander,” I breathed, my hips instinctively pushing toward his hand.

‘Yes?” he teased, his fingers tracing patterns on my lower abdomen. “Something you want?”

“Touch me,” I whispered before I could stop myself.

‘Where? Here?” His hand moved to my hip. “Or here?” He squeezed my breast. “Or maybe…” His fingers brushed over the front of my bikini bottoms, applying the lightest pressure to my clit through the fabric.

‘Fuck!” I gasped, any hips bucking against his hand.

Your pussy wants me, even if you’re not ready to admit it.”

He pressed harder against my clit, making slow circles that had me clutching his shoulders for support.

“You’re so responsive,” he murmured, watching my face as pleasure washed over me. “I bet I could make you come just like this, through your swimsuit.”

‘I–oh god, I moaned as he increased the pressure.

Just as the tension was building toward release, Alexander stopped, stepping back with a wicked grin.

“What the fuck?” I gasped, feeling bereft and frustrated.

“Like I said, waiting makes it better.” He adjusted himself in his swim shorts, his erection clearly visible. “When you finally come on my cock, it’s going to be so intense you’ll see stars.”

I wanted to slap him. Or beg him. Maybe both.

“You’re an asshole,” I said instead.

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Chapter 93

“Yes, but I’m your asshole now.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “Husband and wife, remember?”

“A marriage of convenience,” I reminded him.

“Doesn’t mean it can’t be pleasurable.” Alexander’s eyes trailed down my body, lingering on my breasts and the apex of my thighs. “Very, very pleasurable.”

His phone chimed from somewhere in the house, breaking the moment.

“That’s probably lunch,” he said. “Miguel likes to alert me when meals are ready.”

“You’re thinking about food right now?” I asked incredulously.

“I’m thinking about eating, but not necessarily food.” His eyes dropped to my bikini bottoms meaningfully.

Heat rushed to my face as I realized what he meant.

“I’m going to shower and change,” I said, needing some distance to clear my head.

“Need help washing your back?”

“I think I can manage.”

“Shame. I had such plans for that shower.” He stepped closer again, his hand catching my wrist. “One more kiss before you go.”

Before I could respond, his mouth was on mine again, hot and demanding. His tongue pushed past my lips, tasting and teasing as his hands cupped my ass, pulling me tight against his erection.

“Fuck, I want you,” he groaned against my mouth. “Every inch of you.

His hands slid up to my breasts, roughly squeezing them as his thumbs flicked over my nipples. I moaned into his mouth, my body melting against his.

When he finally pulled away, we were both breathing heavily.

“Go shower,” he said, his voice rough. “Before I change my mind about giving you space.”

I practically fled to the bedroom, my legs shaky and my core throbbing with unsatisfied desire. In the bathroom, I peeled off my wet bikini and turned on the shower, stepping under the spray with a groan of frustration.

As the hot water cascaded over me, I closed my eyes, my hand drifting between my legs of its own accord. I was swollen and sensitive, my clit throbbing for attention.

A knock at the bathroom door made me snatch my hand away guiltily.

“Lunch will be ready in thirty minutes,” Alexander called through the door. “Don’t take too long, or I might join you.”

“I’ll be quick, I called back, my voice embarrassingly breathy.

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