All Chapters of The CEO's Contractual Wife: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Olivia"Get on the bed," he ordered, his voice rough. I obeyed, crawling onto the mattress. Alexander stripped quickly, his eyes never leaving me. When he joined me on the bed, his body covered mine, his weight pressing me into the mattress. "Been thinking about this all day," he growled against my neck. "About getting you naked and making you scream." His mouth moved down my throat, teeth scraping over my pulse point. One hand cupped my breast through my bra, squeezing hard enough to make me gasp. "These tits," he muttered, unhooking my bra with practiced ease. "So fucking perfect." His mouth closed over my nipple, sucking hard. I arched into him, my fingers tangling in his hair. He lavished attention on both breasts, alternating between gentle licks and sharp bites that had me writhing beneath him. "Alex, please," I gasped. "Touch me. I need you to touch me." His hand slid down my stomach, fingers hooking into my panties. "These are soaked. You've been thinking about my cock

OliviaWe stayed for a few more minutes before Alexander reluctantly checked his watch. "We should head back. I need to shower and change before my two o'clock."At the hotel, Alexander disappeared into the bathroom while I unpacked. The closet was nearly the size of my old apartment's bedroom, with enough hanging space for a small boutique. I arranged my clothes carefully, separating casual from formal, trying not to feel intimidated by the luxury surrounding me.My phone buzzed. A text from Emilia.Emilia: PARIS?!?! You're in PARIS and didn't tell me?? I saw your Instagram story. I'm so jealous I could die.Me: Just got here this morning. It's incredible.Emilia: Details! I need all the details! What's the hotel like? Have you eaten anything amazing yet? Has Alexander swept you off your feet in the city of romance?Me: The Hotel is ridiculous. Had the best croissant of my life. And yes, he's being surprisingly romantic.Emilia: KNEW IT. I knew he had it in him. That man is falling f

OliviaThe room service arrived with a chocolate cake that was so rich it probably violated some kind of health code, along with two glasses of port. We settled onto the enormous sofa, Alexander's arm draped casually over my shoulders. The movie was gloriously awful. The special effects looked like they'd been done on someone's laptop, and the acting was so wooden I suspected the performers might actually be trees in disguise. "Oh my god," I gasped as the lead actress ran from CGI bees in four-inch heels. "Who runs from killer insects in stilettos?" "Someone with commitment to fashion over survival," Alexander replied, feeding me a bite of cake. "She just tripped over nothing. Literally nothing. There was flat pavement, and she fell." "Perhaps she's allergic to competent blocking." I laughed so hard I nearly choked on the cake. Alexander patted my back, grinning. "You okay there?" "Your fault," I managed between coughs. "Making jokes during my dessert consumption." "I'll try

OliviaWe spent an hour there, me examining every window while Alexander watched with amused patience. When we finally left, the afternoon sun was warm on our faces. "Hungry?" Alexander asked. "Starving. Where are we eating tonight?" "There's this tiny bistro near our hotel. Nothing fancy, just really good French food." "Sounds perfect." Dinner was exactly what he'd promised: simple, classic French cuisine in a cozy space filled with locals rather than tourists. We shared escargot, duck confit, and a bottle of wine that Alexander insisted would change my life. "Well?" he asked as I took my first sip. "It's good," I admitted. "But life-changing might be overselling it." "Give it time. The wine needs to breathe, like our marriage." I nearly choked on my next sip. "Did you just compare wine to our marriage?" "Both need time to develop properly. Both improve with age. Both can give you a headache if you're not careful." "You're ridiculous." "You keep saying that." "Because yo

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 think