All Chapters of The CEO's Contractual Wife: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

VictoriaRain tapped against the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse as I swirled the dark red wine in my glass. The city lights blurred through the droplets, creating a kaleidoscope of colors that matched my turbulent thoughts. I took another sip, savoring the rich cabernet. At least I could count on this thousand-dollar bottle to deliver satisfaction, unlike my current schemes. Behind me, the balcony door slid open. Thomas stepped out, the cool night air following him as he closed the door. He was still in his work clothes, though he'd loosened his tie and unbuttoned his collar. "Drinking alone again?" he asked, settling into the chair beside me. I didn't look at him. "There's another glass inside if you want to join me." Thomas disappeared briefly, returning with a full glass. He sat down and crossed his legs, looking annoyingly relaxed for someone whose wife was plotting a corporate takeover. "What's got you thinking so hard?" he asked after a lengthy silence. "You've b

OliviaWe sat in silence for a few minutes, watching the stars. His proximity was distracting; I could smell his cologne mixed with the saltwater scent still clinging to his skin from our earlier swim. "What's that one?" I asked, pointing to a particularly bright star. Alexander followed my gesture. "That's Venus, actually. A planet, not a star." "The goddess of love," I murmured without thinking. "And beauty," he added, his voice dropping lower. "Appropriate tonight." I turned to find his eyes on me instead of the sky, dark and intent in the dim light. My breath caught in my throat as his gaze dropped to my lips. "Alex," I whispered, not even sure what I was trying to say. He moved closer, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. "Tell me if you want me to stop." I didn't. When his lips touched mine, gentle at first, I felt something inside me unravel. The kiss deepened quickly. His tongue slid against mine as his hand moved to the back of my neck, pulling me closer. I shifted to

OliviaThe days blended together in a haze of sun, sea, and Alexander's touch. Every morning, I woke to either his arms around me or the smell of coffee and breakfast he'd arranged. "Morning, beautiful," Alexander murmured against my ear one morning, his hand trailing down my stomach. I stretched, feeling pleasantly sore from the night before. "What time is it?" "Does it matter?" His fingers dipped lower, making me gasp. "We have nowhere to be." I arched into his touch. "I'm still half asleep." "Let me wake you up properly." His fingers circled my clit with expert precision. "Fuck, you're already wet for me." "What can I say? My body knows what it wants." We spent that morning tangled in the sheets, Alexander bringing me to orgasm twice with just his fingers before finally sliding inside me. The way he watched my face as he thrust into me, like he was memorizing every expression, made something flutter in my chest that I wasn't ready to examine. After we showered (separately,

OliviaHe led me down a path I hadn't noticed before, winding through lush vegetation until we emerged in a small clearing. There, sitting on a landing pad, was a sleek black helicopter. "You're kidding me." Alexander grinned. "Nope. Best way to see the island." "I've never been in a helicopter before." "First time for everything." He guided me toward the aircraft where a pilot was waiting. "Morning, Jackson." "Mr. Carter. Mrs. Carter." The pilot nodded politely. Alexander helped me into the passenger seat and handed me a headset. "Put this on so we can talk. The rotors get loud." Once we were strapped in, the pilot started the engine. The rotors began to spin, slowly at first, then faster until they became a blur above us. My stomach lurched as we lifted off the ground. "Holy shit!" I gripped Alexander's hand tightly. His voice came through the headset, amused. "Relax. Jackson's the best pilot in the Caribbean." As we rose higher, my initial fear gave way to awe. The island

Olivia"Enough," he said suddenly, pulling me up his body. "I want to be inside you when I come." He reached for his discarded shorts, extracting a condom from the pocket. I raised an eyebrow. "You came prepared." "Always." He tore the packet open with his teeth, rolling the condom over his length with practiced ease. I straddled him, positioning myself above his cock. He gripped my hips, holding me just out of reach. "Tell me what you want," he demanded, his voice rough. "I want you inside me," I said, trying to lower myself onto him. His grip tightened, preventing me from moving. "Be specific." I narrowed my eyes at him. "I want your cock inside my pussy. Now." A satisfied smirk crossed his face. "Good girl." He relaxed his grip, allowing me to sink down onto him. I gasped as he filled me completely, stretching me in the most delicious way. "Fuck, you're so big," I breathed, adjusting to his size. "And you're so fucking tight," he growled, his fingers digging into my hip