Chapter b93 /b

    Olivia

    “Let’s go inside,” he suggested, picking up our towels. “The sun’s getting strong, and I don’t want you burned anywhere but my handprints on this perfect ass.” He delivered another sharp p that made me yelp.

    Inside the house, the air conditioning raised goosebumps on my wet skin. Alexander wrapped a towel around my shoulders, pulling me close for another searing kiss.

    “Mmm,” he murmured against my lips. “I could kiss you all fucking day.”

    His hands slid down to cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples through the damp bikini. I arched into his touch, a whimper escaping me.

    “You like that?” he asked, voice low. “Wait till I get my mouth on these beautiful tits. I’m going to suck your nipples until you’re begging me to fuck you.”

    “You talk a big game,” I said, trying to sound unaffected despite the wetness pooling between my legs.

    ‘I back it up too, sweetheart. Just say the word.”

    He kissed me again, harder this time, one hand sliding down my stomach to the edge of my bikini bottoms. His fingers. teased along the waistband, not quite dipping inside but promising so much more.

    ‘Alexander,” I breathed, my hips instinctively pushing toward his hand.

    ‘Yes?” he teased, his fingers tracing patterns on my lower abdomen. “Something you want?”

    “Touch me,” I whispered before I could stop myself.

    ‘Where? Here?” His hand moved to my hip. “Or here?” He squeezed my breast. “Or maybe…” His fingers brushed over the front of my bikini bottoms, applying the lightest pressure to my clit through the fabric.

    ‘Fuck!” I gasped, any hips bucking against his hand.

    Your pussy wants me, even if you’re not ready to admit it.”

    He pressed harder against my clit, making slow circles that had me clutching his shoulders for support.

    “You’re so responsive,” he murmured, watching my face as pleasure washed over me. “I bet I could make youe just like this, through your swimsuit.”

    ‘I–oh god, I moaned as he increased the pressure.

    Just as the tension was building toward release, Alexander stopped, stepping back with a wicked grin.

    “What the fuck?” I gasped, feeling bereft and frustrated.

    “Like I said, waiting makes it better.” He adjusted himself in his swim shorts, his erection clearly visible. “When you finallye on my cock, it’s going to be so intense you’ll see stars.”

    I wanted to p him. Or beg him. Maybe both.

    “You’re an asshole,” I said instead.

    “Yes, but I’m your asshole now.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “Husband and wife, remember?”

    “A marriage of convenience,” I reminded him.

    “Doesn’t mean it can’t be pleasurable.” Alexander’s eyes trailed down my body, lingering on my breasts and the apex of my thighs. “Very, very pleasurable.”

    His phone chimed from somewhere in the house, breaking the moment.

    “That’s probably lunch,” he said. “Miguel likes to alert me when meals are ready.”

    “You’re thinking about food right now?” bI /basked incredulously.

    “I’m thinking about eating, but not necessarily food.” His eyes dropped to my bikini bottoms meaningfully.

    Heat rushed to my bface /bas I realized what he meant.

    “I’m going to shower and change,” I said, needing some distance to clear my head.

    “Need help washing your back?”

    “I think I can manage.”

    “Shame. I had such ns for that shower.” He stepped closer again, his hand catching my wrist. “One more kiss before you go.”

    Before I could respond, his mouth was on mine again, hot and demanding. His tongue pushed past my lips, tasting and teasing as his hands cupped my ass, pulling me tight against his erection.

    “Fuck, I want you,” he groaned against my mouth. “Every inch of you.

    His hands slid up to my breasts, roughly squeezing them as his thumbs flicked over my nipples. I moaned into his mouth, my body melting against his.

    When he finally pulled away, we were both breathing heavily.

    “Go shower,” he said, his voice rough. “Before I change my mind about giving you space.”

    I practically fled to the bedroom, my legs shaky and my core throbbing with unsatisfied desire. In the bathroom, I peeled off my wet bikini and turned on the shower, stepping under the spray with a groan of frustration.

    As the hot water cascaded over me, I closed my eyes, my hand drifting between my legs of its own ord. I was swollen and sensitive, my clit throbbing for attention.

    A knock at the bathroom door made me snatch my hand away guiltily.

    “Lunch will be ready in thirty minutes,” Alexander called through the door. “Don’t take too long, or I might join you.”

    “I’ll be quick, I called back, my voice embarrassingly breathy.

    I heard his low chuckle before his footsteps retreated. Leaning against the shower wall, I let the hot water cascade over me, washing away the chlorine but doing nothing to cool the fire raging beneath my skin.

    “Damn him,” I muttered, grabbing the shampoo.

    After a quick but thorough shower, I wrapped myself in a plush towel and stepped into the bedroom. Thankfully, the room

    bwas /bempty, giving me a moment to collect myself.

    I rummaged through the closet, finding mostly revealing outfits: short sundresses, tight shorts, and low–cut tops. It was clear Alexander Carter had a type.

    “Fucking predictable,” I mumbled, selecting a simple sundress that at least covered my asspletely.

    After drying my hair and applying minimal makeup, I headed to the dining terrace where lunch awaited. Alexander was already seated, dressed in linen shorts and a loose button–up shirt with several buttons undone, revealing his chest.

    “There she is,” he said, standing as I approached. “Feeling refreshed?”

    “Very,” I replied, taking the seat across from him.

    “Shame you showered alone.” His eyes traveled down my body. “I could have helped with those hard–to–reach ces.”

    “I managed just fine.”

    “I’m sure you did.” His knowing smirk suggested he had a good idea of exactly what I’d been doing in that shower.