Semua Bab The CEO's Contractual Wife: Bab 281 - Bab 290

OliviaHe added a third finger, stretching me wider. The burn was delicious, making me whimper. His thumb worked my clit in tight circles while his fingers pumped in and out. I tightened my grip on his cock, stroking from root to tip in long, firm pulls. Precum leaked steadily now, coating my palm and making the glide easier. "Just like that," he groaned, his hips thrusting into my fist. "Keep stroking me while I finger fuck this pussy." The wet sounds of his fingers working me mixed with the crash of waves below. My hand tightened on his cock, stroking faster, matching the rhythm of his thumb on my clit. "Alex," I gasped. "I need you inside me." He withdrew his fingers instantly, spinning me to face the railing. His hands gripped my hips as he positioned himself behind me, the head of his cock nudging my entrance. "You want this?" His voice was rough, strained. "Yes. Now." He entered me in one smooth thrust, filling me completely. I cried out, my hands gripping the railing fo

Olivia"We should explore the island," I suggested. Alexander set down his cup, considering. "There's a hiking trail through the Mastic Reserve. Leads to some incredible cliff views overlooking the ocean." "That sounds amazing." "It's about an hour drive from here." "Let's do it." After breakfast, we cleaned up together. Alexander washed while I dried, our movements easy and practiced. When the last plate was put away, he pulled out his phone. "I'll arrange a driver," he said, already dialing. *** The car arrived forty minutes later, a sleek SUV with a driver who greeted us with a warm smile. "Morning, Mr. and Mrs. Carter. Heading to Mastic Reserve?" "That's right," Alexander confirmed, helping me into the back seat. The drive took us away from the resort areas, past colorful houses and local shops. Palm trees lined the roads, their fronds creating dappled shadows across the pavement. We passed pristine beaches where locals walked their dogs, and children played in the shal

Olivia"What are you thinking?" Alexander asked, his voice soft. "Nothing important." I forced a smile, looking up at him. "Just enjoying the view." "Liar." But he didn't press, just held me tighter. The intimacy of the moment hit me unexpectedly. This wasn't about sex or desire or the physical chemistry that constantly simmered between us. This was just two people sitting together, sharing space and silence and the simple comfort of being near each other. I glanced at Alexander, studying his profile as he looked out at the ocean. Strong jaw, straight nose, those dark eyes that missed nothing. Beautiful in a way that still caught me off guard sometimes. And something else. Something that made my chest tighten with an emotion I wasn't ready to name. I wanted this to be real. Wanted these moments to mean something beyond the terms of our arrangement. Wanted to believe that when he looked at me, he saw more than just a solution to his inheritance problem. The thought terrified me.

OliviaThe ocean appeared between buildings, that impossible turquoise stretching endlessly toward the horizon. "What's Rum Point?" I asked. "Beach on the north shore. Less crowded than Seven Mile Beach, but not completely private." His thumb traced circles on my thigh. "Figured we'd have lunch there, maybe swim a bit." "Sounds perfect." The drive took us past colorful houses and local shops, reggae music drifting from open doorways. Kids played in yards, chasing each other with water guns while parents watched from porches. Everything felt relaxed, unhurried in that way island life did. Rum Point appeared suddenly, the road opening onto a stretch of white sand and calm water. A tiki bar sat under thatched roofs, music playing softly. A few boats bobbed offshore, their occupants swimming or sunbathing. "This is beautiful," I said as we pulled into the parking area. Alexander helped me out, his hand warm and solid against mine. We walked down to the beach, sand warm and soft be

OliviaI woke to predawn light filtering through unfamiliar windows, disoriented until memory clicked into place. The Caymans. Our last day. Alexander lay beside me, still deeply asleep. His face was softer in sleep, and the perpetual tension in his jaw finally eased. Hair fell across his forehead, and one arm was thrown over his head in careless abandon. I propped myself on one elbow, studying him. Memorizing the slope of his nose, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath. Back to Los Angeles. Back to board meetings, family dinners, and Victoria's constant scheming. Back to playing our parts for Harold and the shareholders. Here, none of that existed. Here, we were just Alexander and Olivia, two people who'd spent the past few days exploring an island and each other. My chest tightened at the thought of returning. I traced his jawline gently, my fingertip following the strong angle from ear to chin. His skin was warm, familiar now in ways I hadn't expected. His eyes fl