The CEO's Contractual Wife - Chapter 48: Chapter 48

Olivia
"I'm gonna come," I warned, my voice breaking.
"Not yet," he ordered, yanking my hair harder. "Wait for me."
I bit my lip, trying desperately to hold back the orgasm that threatened to overwhelm me. Alexander's thrusts became harder, faster, his cock somehow growing even thicker inside me.
"Olivia?"
I blinked, suddenly disoriented. Alexander's face was inches from mine, his brow furrowed in concern.
"Olivia? Are you okay?"
I was still on his lap, fully clothed. His hands were on my hips, not my ass. We weren't having sex. We hadn't even kissed.
It had all been in my head.
"What?" I stammered, feeling heat rush to my face.
"You completely zoned out," Alexander said, his lips quirking up at the corners. "Must have been quite the daydream. Your pupils are dilated, and you're breathing like you just ran a marathon."
Mortification washed over me in waves. Had I been making noises? Moving against him? Oh god, had I moaned out loud?
"I wasn't... I didn't..." I tried to form a coherent sentence and failed miserably.
"What were you thinking about?" he asked, his voice dropping to that dangerous purr that had started this whole fantasy in the first place. "It looked... intense."
"Nothing," I said too quickly. "Just tired. Long day."
Alexander's eyebrows rose, clearly not buying my excuse. "Nothing? Really?" His hands tightened slightly on my hips. "Because it looked like you were thinking about something very specific."
I squirmed uncomfortably, which only made me more aware of his hardness beneath me. That part, at least, wasn't my imagination.
"You know," Alexander said, his voice dropping to that dangerously seductive tone, "I've been wondering something about you."
"What?" I asked warily, trying to shift my weight without making the situation worse. Every tiny movement seemed to increase the pressure of his erection against me.
His hands tightened on my hips, holding me firmly in place. "What are you like in bed?"
The question hit me like a bucket of cold water. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me." His thumbs traced small circles just above the waistband of my leggings. "I'm curious about what you like. What gets you off."
"That's... that's none of your business," I stammered, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks.
"It is if we're getting married." His fingers slid slightly higher under my sweatshirt, grazing the bare skin of my lower back. "We'll be sharing a bed. I like to know what I'm working with."
I rolled my eyes, trying to mask my discomfort with attitude. "I don't know what you're expecting. That I'll be begging you to fuck me? That I like spanking and talking dirty?"
Alexander's eyes darkened at my words, his pupils dilating visibly. "Do you?"
"That's not the point!"
"Actually, it is exactly the point." One hand moved to my thigh, fingers splaying wide, his pinky just barely brushing the curve of my ass. "Your past sexual experiences... they've been pretty vanilla, haven't they? Missionary, simple, predictable."
I bristled at his assumption, even as I recognized the truth in it. Ryan had been... adequate. Functional. We'd fallen into a routine early on, and neither of us had pushed for more.
"I never really focused much on sex," I admitted reluctantly. "It wasn't a priority."
Alexander's eyebrows shot up. "Wasn't a priority?" He sounded genuinely shocked. "Or was it just never good enough to become a priority?"
I opened my mouth to defend my sex life, then closed it again. What was there to defend, really?
"I could change that for you, you know."
"Change what?"
"I could make you experience sex that would ruin you for anyone else." His hand on my thigh inched higher, his thumb now definitely grazing my ass. "Sex that would make you understand why people write songs and start wars and lose their minds over it."
His other hand moved up my back, fingers splaying across my ribs, his thumb just barely brushing the side of my breast. Even that slight contact sent electricity shooting through me.
"You're very sure of yourself," I managed to say, my voice embarrassingly breathy.
"I know what I'm good at." He shifted beneath me, his cock pressing more firmly against my ass. "And I'm very, very good at fucking."
The crude word on his lips sent a jolt straight between my legs. I bit my lip to keep from making a sound.
"I can feel how tense you are," he murmured, his hands moving in slow, maddening circles. "When was the last time you came so hard you couldn't remember your own name?"
"I... that's..."
His thumb moved just a fraction, now definitely brushing the underside of my breast. "Has anyone ever made you come multiple times in one night? Made you beg for more even when you thought you couldn't take it?"
Images flashed through my mind: Alexander between my legs, his mouth on me, his fingers inside me, his cock stretching me open. I swallowed hard, trying to push the thoughts away.
"You're crossing a line," I said but made no move to get off his lap.
"We're way past lines, Olivia." His voice was like velvet wrapped around steel. "The moment you signed that contract, you agreed to be mine. In public and in private."
I should have been offended by his presumption. Should have stood up and walked away. Instead, I found myself leaning into his touch, my body responding to him like a plant turning toward the sun.
"What if I'm not interested in the kind of sex you want?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Everyone's interested in the kind of sex I want once they try it." His hand slid from my back to my stomach, fingers splaying wide just below my breasts. "I can read your body, Olivia. I know what you need before you do."
To prove his point, his thumb brushed across my nipple through my sweatshirt. I couldn't suppress the small gasp that escaped me.
"See?" His voice was smug. "Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind is still catching up."
"You're an arrogant ass," I muttered, but there was no heat behind my words.
"True," he agreed easily. "But I back it up."
His hand moved lower, fingers playing with the waistband of my leggings. "I could make you come right now if you wanted. Without even taking off your clothes."