Semua Bab The CEO's Contractual Wife: Bab 271 - Bab 280

Alexander"Why are you telling me this now?" I asked carefully. "Because..." Aaron hesitated, choosing his words with obvious care. "Because there might be some information in their files that could be... valuable. To certain parties. Corporate clients who used their services for less than transparent purposes." My interest sharpened. "What kind of purposes?" "The kind that make headlines if they ever see daylight." He met my gaze directly. "Look, I'm not saying anything specific. But Pinnacle handled a lot of sensitive work for high-profile clients. The kind of clients who pay premium rates for discretion." "And you're offering me access to these files as part of the acquisition?" "I'm saying they'll be part of the package either way. What you do with them is your business." Aaron shifted his weight. "Could save you some headaches down the line. Maybe even offset some of the acquisition cost if you know where to look." I studied him for a long moment. This was more than just a

OliviaI grabbed my suitcase and pulled out a red bikini, one of the ones Alexander had picked. The top was barely there, two triangles of fabric held together by thin strings. The bottoms were equally minimal, high cut, and revealing. "This one?" I held it up. His eyes darkened. "Definitely that one." I disappeared into the bathroom and changed quickly. The bikini fit perfectly, clinging to my curves and leaving very little to the imagination. I tied a sheer white cover-up around my waist and grabbed my sunglasses. When I emerged, Alexander had changed into navy swim trunks that hung low on his hips. His chest was bare. "Ready?" he asked, eyes traveling slowly down my body. "Stop staring." "Can't help it. You're fucking beautiful." Heat crept up my neck. "Beach. Now." He grabbed towels and sunscreen, and we headed out. The beach stretched before us, pristine white sand meeting turquoise water. Palm trees provided shade at the far end, and I couldn't see another person anyw

OliviaHe settled between my legs. His breath ghosted over my sensitive flesh, making me squirm. Then his tongue dragged slowly up my slit from entrance to clit, and I cried out, grabbing his hair. "Fuck!" Alexander groaned at my taste. He licked me again, this time circling my clit with the tip of his tongue. He devoured me like a man starving, his tongue fucking into my pussy while his nose ground against my clit. The sensations were too much, too intense. I writhed against the towel, my fingers tightening in his hair. He alternated between broad strokes of his tongue and focused attention on my clit. One moment, he was lapping at me like he couldn't get enough, the next, he was sucking my clit into his mouth hard enough to make me see stars. My thighs tried to close around his head, but his hands gripped them firmly, holding them open. "Stay," he ordered, pulling back just long enough to speak. "Want all of you." He dove back in with renewed hunger. His tongue swirled aroun

OliviaI ate another piece, juice coating my lips. He kissed me hard, his tongue sweeping into my mouth to taste the fruit. One hand tangled in my hair while the other palmed my breast through the bikini top. His thumb brushed my nipple through the fabric, and I gasped against his mouth. "Stop." I pulled back, breathless. "I actually want to eat mango." Alexander's eyes darkened. "Now?" "Yes, now. I'm hungry." I took a slow bite, the fruit exploding across my tongue. More juice ran down my throat, disappearing beneath the bikini top. Alexander's fingers traced the path, following the sticky sweetness down to where it vanished between my breasts. "Messy girl." "Your fault for bringing such juicy fruit." "Everything's my fault apparently." I fed him another piece, my fingers brushing his lips. He caught my wrist, sucking the juice from my fingertips one by one. His tongue swirled around each digit, and heat pooled between my thighs. "That's not eating," I protested weakly. "C

OliviaThe ocean crashed below us, waves providing a rhythmic soundtrack to the moment. His hands cupped my face, tilting my head exactly how he wanted it. When we finally broke apart, both breathing hard, I grabbed his hand. "Come on. These dishes aren't going to clean themselves." We brought everything inside together, loading the dishwasher in comfortable silence. Alexander rinsed while I arranged plates and glasses with careful precision. The domesticity of it felt strange, almost surreal. Alexander Carter, billionaire CEO, was standing in a kitchen helping with dishes like a normal person. "What?" he asked, catching me staring. "Nothing. Just not used to seeing you do manual labor." "I can load a dishwasher. I'm not completely useless." "Debatable." He flicked water at me. I retaliated immediately, splashing him back. Within seconds, we were engaged in a full water fight over the sink, both laughing like idiots. "Truce!" I called, holding up my hands. "Truce before we fl