bChapter /bb121 /b

    Olivia

    Alexander’s phone rang, interrupting whate

    he

    about to say next. He nced at the screen and frowned.

    “I need to take this,” he said, already walki

    “Ward the door.

    $b59/bb% /b

    I turned back to the drawer and continued to sort through my underwear. Alexander’s voice drifted from the living room, his tone shifting from casual tomanding in an instant.

    After a few minutes, he returned, looking agitated. “I have to go. There’s an emergency meeting with the board that I can’t miss.”

    “Now? But we just started packing.”

    “I know, and I’m sorry. Corporate bullshit waits for no man, not even on his honeymoonedown.”

    “It’s fine,” I said, trying not to sound disappointed. “I can handle this.”

    Alexander checked his watch. “I’ll send

    “I can call Emilia to help,” I sugg Ome movers tomorrow. Just focus on packing your personal items today.”

    “Good idea.” He leaned down and kissed me quickly. “I’ll make it up to you tonight.”

    “Is that a promise or a threat?” I teased.

    His eyes darkened. “Both. Definitely both.”

    After Alexander left, I called Emilia, who arrived forty minutester with wine and pizza.

    With Emilia’s help, we did quick

    on my bedroom. She was ruthless, creating a “donate” pile that grew rminglyrge.

    By evening, we’d packed most of my apartment. I’d decided to send some of my older furniture and books to my parents‘ house rather than try to integrate them into Alexander’s sleek, designer home.

    “No offense,” Emilia said, eyeing my IKEA coffee table, “but this would look like trash next to whatever custom furniture Alexander has.”

    “None taken,” Iughed. “bIt /bpractically is trash.”

    When my phone buzzed with a text from Alexander saying he was on his way home, Emilia waggled her eyebrows suggestively.

    “That’s my cue to leave,” she said, gathering her purse. “Don’t want bto /bbe a third wheel for whatever makeup sex you two have nned.”

    “We’re not having makeup sex,” protested, my cheeks heating. “We didn’t even fight.”

    “Honey, the way byou /btalk about him, I’m pretty sure iyou /itwo fuck if he so much as brings you coffee.” She hugged me goodbye. “Text me tomorrow about

    the rnove.”

    After Emilia left, I surveyed my partially dismantled apartment with a twinge of nostalgia. This had been my first ce on my own, my sanctuary after college. Leaving it felt like closing a chapter of my life.

    Alexander arrived just as I finished taping up thest box iof /ikitchen items.

    “Productive day?” he asked, loosening his btie/b.

    “Very. Emilia helped me pack most of it.” gestured to the stacks of boxes. “I’m sending some stuff to my parents‘ bhouse/b.”

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    He nodded approvingly.

    The drive back to the estate was quiet. My mind was whirling with the reality of my new life. By this time tomorrow, I’d be officially moved in with my

    husband.

    When we arrived, Alfred greeted us at the door with his usual formality.

    “Mrs. Carter, I’ve prepared the master suite for your arrival,” he said with a slight bow. “Chef has left dinner in the warming drawer if you’re hungry

    “Thank you, Alfred,” I replied, still ufortable with being waited on.

    Alexander dismissed the butler with a nod and led me

    “Starving, actually. Packing works up an appetite.”

    e looke

    In the kitchen, Alexander pulled out containers of what looked like gourmet pasta and some kind of roasted chicken.

    “Not bad for leftovers,” I said, inhaling the heavenly aroma.

    “Chef Marcelo doesn’t do leftovers. He leaves fresh meals.”

    “Of course he does,” I rolled my eyes. “Silly me.”

    After we enjoyed the surprisingly delicious meal of perfectly seasoned chicken and creamy pasta, our small talk about the move made time slip away, an hour passed unnoticed as the versation flowed more easily than usual.

    He reached across the granite countertop and took my hand, his fingers warm against mine.

    “Let me run you a bath,” he said, his thumb tracing gentle circles across my knuckles. “You must be exhausted after all that packing and lifting boxes today.”

    I raised an eyebrow. “That’s surprisingly thoughtful.”

    “I can be thoughtful,” he said, looking mildly offended.

    “When you want something,” I teased.

    His eyes darkened. “And what if I do want something?”

    Twenty minutester, I was sinking into the most luxurious bathtub I’d ever began soothing my aching muscles.

    experienced, filled with scented bubbles and hot water that immediately

    “Better?” Alexander asked, leaning against the doorframe, watching ollime. /li/ol

    “Mmm,” I murmured, letting my head fall back. “Almost perfectb./bb” /b

    “Almost?”

    I opened one eye. b“/bIt would be perfect if you joined me.”

    I didn’t have to ask twice. Alexander stripped with impressive speed, his clothes falling bto /bthe floor as he revealed his muscr body inch by inch. My breath caught bat /bthe sight of his hardening icock/i, already impressive even before fully erect.

    “Like what you see?” he asked, stepping into the tub behind me.

    “It’ll do,” I said airily, even as my body sparked with anticipation.

    Alexander settled behind me, pulling me against his chest. “Just ‘dob‘/bb?/bb” /bHis hands slid around to cup my breastsb, /bbthumbs /bbbrushing /bbover /bbmy /bbnipples/bb. /b1 think I can do better than that.”

    His fingers worked magic, teasing my nipptes into hard peaks while his mouth found the sensitive spot where my werk met my thoulder

    “Tuck,” i gasped as one hand slid down my stomach and between my thighs. “Alexi” /i

    “Yes, baby?” His fingers parted my folds, finding my clit with unerring uracy.

    “Don’t tease,” I breathe

    arching into his touch.

    “But I love teasing you,” he murmured, his fingers circling my clit with maddening lightness. “Love watching you squirm”

    Water sloshed over the sides of the tub as I writhed against him, his hardness pressing against my lower back. His skilled fingers worked made was my clit, drawing circles that had me gasping for breath.

    “Alex,” 1 moaned, reaching behind to grasp his thigh. “Fuck, don’t stop.”

    “I love how responsive you are,” he murmured against my ear, his teeth grazing the sensitive lobe. “So wet for me already, and we’re not even in bad yet

    I turned my head to capture his lips, the kiss deep and hungry. His tongue invaded my mouth as his fingers increased their pressure on my cit bucked involuntarily, sending more water sshing to the marble floor.

    “Alfred will think we flooded the bathroom,” I gasped as Alexander’s free hand moved to cup my breast, squeezing firmly.

    “Alfred is paid very well not to think about what we do in our private time,” he replied, pinching my nipple and making me cry out. “Besides, he’s gone home for the night. It’s just us.”

    His fingers slid lower, teasing my entrance. “Just us and this perfect pussy of mine.”

    “Yours?” I challenged, even as I spread my legs wider to give him better ess.

    “Mine,” he confirmed, sliding two fingers inside me with a delicious stretch. “At least for a year.”

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