LOGINOliviaWe padded downstairs to the kitchen, the marble floor cool beneath my bare feet. Alexander opened the fridge while I hopped onto the counter, legs swinging. "Wine? Beer? Water?" he asked, surveying the options. "Wine sounds good." He pulled out a bottle of white and opened it efficiently. Two glasses appeared, and he poured generous amounts into each. "Here." He handed me a glass, then positioned himself between my thighs. "Better?" I took a long sip, and the cool liquid was exactly what I needed. "Much better." His free hand rested on my bare thigh, warm and solid. We drank in comfortable silence, his thumb drawing lazy patterns on my skin. "I wanted to satisfy my wife well," he said after a moment, his voice dropping lower. "Can't have you thinking I'm slacking." "You've been satisfying me very well since our first time together." I set my glass down, pulling him closer with my legs. "Trust me, I have zero complaints in that department." "Good." His lips found my nec
OliviaMy legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his ass to pull him deeper. He groaned, his thrusts becoming slightly harder while maintaining that same steady pace. "You're squeezing me so tight." "Can't help it," I gasped. "You feel too good." His lips found my neck, kissing and sucking the sensitive skin there. Not hard enough to leave marks, but enough to make me shiver with pleasure. "Love watching you like this," he murmured against my throat. "All flushed and needy." "Your fault." "Damn right it is." He nipped at my earlobe. "All mine. Every inch of you." My pussy clenched around him, drawing a curse from his lips. "Do that again," he demanded. I squeezed my inner muscles deliberately, feeling him throb inside me. His hips stuttered, the steady rhythm faltering for a moment. "Fuck," he growled, his hand tightening in my hair. "You're playing dirty." "Learned from the best." He kissed me hard, his tongue dominating my mouth while his cock dominated my pus
OliviaI pulled his pants and boxer briefs down together, freeing his cock. It sprang up, thick and hard, the head already glistening. I wrapped my hand around him again. Alexander propped himself up on his elbows, watching me with those intense eyes. "What are you doing?" "What does it look like?" I stroked him slowly, maintaining eye contact the entire time. "A beautiful, sexy wife playing with her husband's cock," he breathed. I paused my movements, raising an eyebrow. "You got it wrong." "Wrong?" His breathing hitched. "A beautiful, sexy wife playing with her handsome husband's cock." I squeezed him gently, watching his eyes darken. "Give credit where it's due, Mr. Carter." A laugh rumbled through his chest. "My apologies, Mrs. Carter. Let me rephrase. A beautiful, sexy wife playing with her extremely handsome husband's cock." "Better." I leaned down, my breath ghosting over his tip. "Much better." His hips jerked involuntarily. I wrapped my hand around him properly now
Olivia"No backing out now," Alexander said, his hands sliding down to my waist. "You just agreed to forever with me." "I know what I agreed to." My fingers traced the collar of his shirt. "So what happens with the paperwork? Do we burn it? Frame it?" "We forget about it. Put it in a drawer somewhere and never look at it again." "Just like that?" "Just like that." He brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. "We start the real marriage. No contracts, no arrangements, no exit strategies. Just you and me figuring this out as we go." I bit my lip, considering. "Sounds terrifying." "Terrifying," he agreed. "Also, the best decision I've made in years." He kissed me softly, then deeper, his tongue teasing mine as his hands tightened on my waist. I melted into him, a soft sound escaping my throat as my arms wrapped around his neck. "So we're really doing this? Real marriage, real feelings, real everything?" "Real everything," he confirmed against my lips. "What about Victoria? She's
Olivia"Because it's in my head." I crossed my arms, suddenly feeling defensive. "Because if I want to walk out, I have to pay that amount. It's not like I can just forget about it." "But you don't want to walk out." "That's not the point." "It's exactly the point. You keep bringing it up like it's some weapon I'm holding over you. But you're not leaving. We both know it." I opened my mouth to argue, then closed it. He was right, and we both knew it. The clause only mattered if I actually wanted to leave. "Fine," I said finally. "But knowing it exists doesn't exactly make me feel warm and fuzzy about this whole situation." "It doesn't exist anymore. Consider it void. You don't owe me anything if you decide to leave." Alexander's expression was serious now, all trace of his earlier smirk gone. "I mean it. No payment required." "You can't just decide that." "I absolutely can. It's my contract." I shook my head slowly. "This is because you think I won't leave. You're only saying
OliviaI stepped into the bedroom, my mind still spinning from everything that had just happened on the balcony. The conversation, the unspoken questions, this whole bizarre situation where I was apparently starting a company to prove something to myself. Alexander followed me inside, closing the balcony doors behind us. The bedroom felt suddenly smaller with both of us in it, the air charged with something I couldn't quite name. "So what do you want to start?" he asked, leaning against the dresser with his arms crossed. "What kind of company?" I kicked off my shoes, buying myself time to think. "I don't know. Marketing, probably? It's what I know." "Marketing's got a lot of competition." "Thanks for the vote of confidence." I pulled the clip from my hair, letting it fall loose around my shoulders. "I'm being realistic." He moved closer, his expression serious but not unkind. "LA's saturated with boutique marketing firms. Breaking in requires capital, connections, and clients wi
OliviaWe sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the only sound the gentle lapping of water against the pool's edge. The moonlight cast a silvery glow across Alexander's damp hair, and his skin almost glowed in the dim lighting. I pulled my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around them. "So,"
AlexanderWhen we finally arrived at the estate, Alfred was waiting to greet us, despite the late hour. "Good evening, Mr. Carter, Mrs. Carter," he said with a slight bow. "I trust the gala was enjoyable?" "It was, thank you, Alfred," I replied. "You didn't need to wait up." "No trouble at all,
OliviaI watched his profile, the way his jaw clenched and his fingers tightened on the steering wheel. The perfect weekend bubble had officially burst. "So..." I ventured after a moment of tense silence. "Penelope Langford." His eyes remained fixed on the road. "My ex." "I gathered that much,"
AlexanderOur bodies pressed together, skin to skin, and I groaned at the contact. Her nipples brushed against my chest, sending sparks of electricity through me. I kissed my way down her neck, across her collarbone, back to her breasts. "Your tits are fucking perfect," I murmured, my fingers expe







