The CEO's Contractual Wife (Olivia and Alex) novel Chapter 210

Olivia

"You're being awfully tender," I murmured, leaning into his touch as his fingers traced lazy patterns across my stomach.

"I can be tender." His lips brushed my shoulder. "When the situation calls for it."

"And this situation calls for it?"

"After fucking you senseless? Yes, I'd say some aftercare is appropriate."

I tilted my head back to look at him. "Aftercare. Listen to you using proper terminology."

"I'm not a complete caveman."

"Could've fooled me with how hard you just railed me."

Alexander's hands stilled on my stomach. "Did I hurt you?"

"No," I assured him quickly, covering his hands with mine. "God, no. That was incredible. I'm just giving you shit."

"Good." His fingers resumed their gentle exploration, skimming up to cup my breasts. "Because I plan to do it again. Multiple times. We're in Paris, after all."

"Paris, the city of love and aggressive sex."

"Exactly." His thumbs brushed over my nipples, making them harden despite the warm water. "Though I'm thinking the bed might be nice for round two."

"Round two already? You're insatiable."

"When it comes to you? Absolutely."

"Keep touching me like that and round two is going to happen right here in this tub," I warned breathlessly.

Alexander's hands slid lower, one palm splaying across my stomach while the other dipped between my thighs. His fingers parted my folds, finding my clit still sensitive from earlier.

"Would that be so terrible?" he murmured against my ear.

"The water would go everywhere."

"We'll clean it up later."

His fingers began moving in slow circles, building pleasure gradually this time instead of the frantic urgency from before. I squirmed in his lap, my back arching.

"Spread your legs wider," he commanded softly.

I obeyed, bracing my feet against the sides of the tub. The position left me completely open to his touch, vulnerable in a way that should have made me uncomfortable but instead sent arousal flooding through me.

"That's perfect," Alexander praised, his fingers increasing their pressure. "Look how wet you are for me. Even after I just filled that pussy with my cum."

"Alex," I gasped, my hips rolling against his hand.

"Tell me what you want."

"More. Please, more."

Two fingers slid inside me, stretching me open while his thumb continued working my clit. Water sloshed over the edge of the tub as I moved against him, chasing the pleasure building inside me.

"You're so fucking greedy," Alexander growled, his free hand coming up to grip my throat gently. Not cutting off air, just holding me in place. "Already hungry for more cock."

"Your fault," I panted. "You made me this way."

The combination of his fingers inside me, his thumb on my clit, and his hand wrapped around my throat pushed me over the edge. My orgasm crashed through me, back arching as I cried out his name. Alexander worked me through it, his fingers gentling as the aftershocks rippled through my body.

"Beautiful," he murmured, withdrawing his hand. "Watching you come never gets old."

I sagged against him, boneless and satisfied.

We stayed in the tub until the water cooled. Alexander told me about his meetings earlier, the tedious negotiations, and corporate politics. I shared stories about my afternoon exploring Paris, the tiny bookshop, and the cheese vendor who'd tried to convince me that blue cheese was superior to all others.

"He wasn't wrong," Alexander said. "French cheese is unmatched."

"You would say that. You probably have an entire cave dedicated to aging cheese somewhere."

"Not a cave. A climate-controlled room in one of my properties."

I twisted to stare at him. "You're joking."

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