Olivia

    We sat in silence for a few minutes, watching the stars. His proximity was distracting; I could smell his cologne mixed with the saltwater scent still clinging to his skin from our earlier swim.

    “What’s that one?” I asked, pointing to a particrly bright star.

    Alexander followed my gesture. That’s Venus, actually. A, not a star.”

    The goddess of love,” I murmured without thinking.

    “And beauty,” he added, his voice dropping lower. “Appropriate tonight.”

    I turned to find his eyes on me instead of the sky, dark and intent in the dim light. My breath caught in my throat as his gaze dropped to my lips.

    “Alex,” I whispered, not even sure what I was trying to say.

    He moved closer, his handing up to cup my cheek. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

    I didn’t. When his lips touched mine, gentle at first, I felt something inside me unravel.

    The kiss deepened quickly. His tongue slid against mine as his hand moved to the back of my neck, pulling me closer. I shifted to face him better, my hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt.

    He tasted like the wine we’d had with dinner, rich and intoxicating. The passion that had been simmering between us all day ignited, and I found myself melting into him, my body responding with an urgency that surprised me.

    His hands slid down my back, pulling me closer until I was practically in hisp. I gasped against his mouth as his fingers dug into my hips, the pressure just on the edge of pain.

    Alexander broke the kiss, trailing his lips down my neck. “Watching you in that bikini was torture.”

    “You weren’t exactly subtle about staring,” I said, tilting my head to give him better ess.

    “Why would I be? You’re my wife.” His teeth grazed my pulse point. “Even if it’s just on paper.”

    I should have been annoyed by the reminder of our arrangement, but his mouth was making it hard to think straight. When his hand slid up to cup my breast through my dress, I arched into his touch, a small moan escaping my lips.

    “Someone’s responsive,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over my nipple. Even through the fabric, the contact sent jolts. of pleasure straight to my core.

    “Shut up, I managed, but there was no heat behind it.

    “Make me,” he challenged, squeezing my breast more firmly.

    I grabbed his face and crushed my lips to his, sliding my tongue into his mouth. He groaned, the sound vibrating against my lips. His hands moved to the thin straps of my dress, sliding them down my shoulders until the top of my dress pooled iat /i

    my waist.

    The cool night air hit my bare skin, and I realized I hadn’t worn a bra. Alexander pulled back slightly, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of my exposed breasts.

    “Fucking perfect.”

    Before I could respond, he dipped his head and took one nipple into his mouth, circling it with his tongue before sucking hard. I cried out, threading my fingers through his hair to hold him against me.

    “You like that?” he asked, switching to my other breast.

    “Yes, I breathed, unable to deny the obvious. “God, yes.”

    His teeth scraped lightly over the sensitive peak, making me gasp. “You’re so responsive, Liv. So fucking sexy.”

    One hand slid up my thigh, pushing my dress higher until his fingers brushed against the edge of my panties. I tensed slightly, suddenly aware that we were outside on the terrace.

    “Rx,” Alexander said, reading my hesitation. “No one can see us. It’s just you and me.”

    His fingers traced the outline of my panties, teasing but not dipping beneath the fabric. “Tell me what you want, Olivia.”

    My breath hitched. “I want…”

    “Say it.” His voice wasmanding, leaving no room for shyness.

    “Touch me,” I whispered.

    “Where?” He was going to make me spell it out.

    “Between my legs,” I said, heat flooding my face. “Please.”

    A satisfied smirk crossed his lips. “Good girl.”

    His fingers slid beneath my panties, and I gasped at the touch on my most intimate ce. Alexander’s eyes widened slightly.

    ‘Fuck, you’re soaking wet,” he said, his finger sliding easily through my folds. “Is this all for me?”

    I nodded, unable to form words as he began to circle my clit with maddening precision.

    ‘Answer me,” he demanded, slowing his movements.

    “Yes,” I gasped. “It’s for you.”

    “That’s more like it.” He increased the pressure, making my hips buck against his hand. “You want more?”

    “Yes,” I moaned. “More, Alex, please.”

    He slid one finger inside me while his thumb continued to work my clit. The dual sensation was overwhelming, and I clutched at his shoulders, my nails digging into the fabric of his shirt.

    He added a second finger, curling them inside me. “I can’t wait to feel this pussy around my cock again.”

    I arched my back, feeling his touch reaching ces that made stars burst behind my eyelids.

    “Fuck, Alex,” I gasped, my hips rolling against his hand.

    “You like that? Like my fingers fucking your tight little pussy?”

    I couldn’t form words, just nodded frantically as he increased his pace. His thumb circled my clit with deliberate pressure

    that had me clutching at his shoulders.

    “Use your words, Olivia,” hemanded, slowing his movements. “Tell me how much you like it.”

    “I love it, I panted, desperation making me bold. “Please don’t stop.”

    “Good girl.” Alexander rewarded me by curling his fingers against that sensitive spot inside me, making my thighs tremble. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”

    His free hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head back to expose my neck. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin there.

    “I want to taste you,” he growled against my throat. “Every. Fucking. Inch.”

    Before I could respond, he withdrew his fingers from me, bringing them to his mouth. My eyes widened as he sucked them clean, his gaze locked with mine.

    “Delicious,” he murmured. “But I need more.”

    In one fluid motion, he lifted me into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist instinctively, my dress bunched up around my hips, the thin fabric of my panties the only barrier between us.

    “Inside. Now,” I demanded, surprising myself with my boldness.

    His eyes darkened with desire. “Patience, Mrs. Carter.”

    Alexander carried me through the terrace doors, his hands gripping my ass firmly as he navigated through the house. My breasts pressed against his chest, nipples hardening against the fabric of his shirt.

    “Too many clothes,” Iined, tugging at his cor.

    “That can be arranged,” he replied, setting me down in the bedroom.

    I stood before him, my dress still hanging around my waist, breasts exposed to his hungry gaze. Without breaking eye contact, I pushed the dress down over my hips until it pooled at my feet, leaving me in just my panties.

    Alexander’s breath audibly caught. “Fuck, look at you.”

    I reached for him, fingers working at the buttons of his shirt. “Your turn.”

    He let me undress him. When I pushed his shirt off his shoulders, I couldn’t help but run my hands over his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath my palm.

    “Like what you see?” he asked.

    “You’re not bad,” I teased, even as my fingers traced the defined ridges of his abs.

    He caught my wrist, his grip firm but not painful. “Not bad? I think you can do better than that.”

    I tilted my chin up, meeting his challenging gaze. “You’re fucking gorgeous, and you know it. Is that what you wanted to

    hear?”

    “It’s a start,” he said, his free hand sliding around to cup the back of my neck. “But I’d rather hear you screaming my name.”