Alexander

    I woke up to sunlight streaming through the windows, feeling more rested than I had in months. The sheets were tangled around my waist, leaving my chest exposed to the cool morning air. I turned my head to find Olivia still fast asleep beside me, her naked body partially covered by the thin white sheet.

    It hit me suddenly. I was married. Actually fucking married. The ring on my finger felt foreign, almost ufortable. But at least I’d secured my future. Once Grandfather was satisfied our marriage wasn’t fake, the controlling stake in Carter Enterprises would be mine. All I had to do was keep up appearances for a year.

    I propped myself up on one elbow, taking the opportunity to really look at my new wife. The sheet had slipped down, exposing one perfect breast, the nipple still slightly red from my rough attentionst night.

    My eyes traveled down her body to where the sheet barely covered her hips. I carefully pulled it back, exposing more of her. She didn’t stir, her breathing remaining deep and even.

    Her pussy was neatly trimmed, fully exposed. I’d felt how smooth she wasst night, but seeing it in the morning light was something else. She looked good enough to eat, and my cock stirred at the memory of how she’d tasted.

    Turning slightly, she shifted in her sleep, the sheet falling awaypletely to reveal her ass. Jesus fuck. Her ass was a work of art: round and firm with a perfect handful of flesh. I could see the faint red marks where I’d spanked her, and my cock hardened instantly at the memory of how she’d moaned when I’d brought my hand down on her.

    I’d fucked more women than I could count over the years. Models, actresses, socialitesb, /bwomen who made a living off their beauty. But none of them had responded to me the way Olivia had. None of them had taken my roughness and begged for

    more.

    I’d never expected to enjoy myself this much with Olivia.

    And it wasn’t just the sex. I’d actually enjoyed our dinner conversations, her quick wit, and sharp intelligence. She didn’t simper or pretend to be impressed by my wealth. She challenged me, called me on my shit.

    Not ithat /iI was attracted to her beyond the physical. That would be ridiculous. This was a business arrangement, nothing more. Marriage was an emotional trap I’d seen destroy too many men. Love was a weakness bI /bcouldn’t afford.

    Still, watching her sleep, her face peaceful and her bodypletely exposed to me, I felt something I hadn’t expected: a sense of possession. Mine. At least for the next year.

    Olivia stirred slightly, murmuring something in her sleep. Her eyelids fluttered but didn’t open.

    I watched as she unconsciously shifted closer to me, her naked body seeking warmth. Her hair was a tangled mess spread across the pillow, and there were faint marks on her neck where I’d sucked too hard,

    Fuck, she looked good like this. Naked, marked, in my bed.

    I trailed a finger lightly down her arm, watching goosebumps rise in its wake. She made a small noise, somewhere between a sigh and a moan, and I felt my cock twitch in response.

    Her eyes finally fluttered open, confusion clouding them for a brief moment before recognition dawned. She gasped softly, pulling the sheet up to cover her breasts in a bted show of modesty that made me want tough. A littlete for shyness after the iway /ishe’d begged me to fuck herst night.

    “Morning,” I said, voice still rough with sleep.

    Olivia blinked rapidly, pushing hair from her face. “Morning.” Her voice was husky, and I could see the moment she realized she waspletely naked. Her cheeks flushed pink. “I need to use the bathroom.”

    “All yours.”

    She hesitated, clutching the sheet. “Could you turn around?”

    Now I didugh. “Seriously? After what we didst night, you’re suddenly shy?”

    Her blush deepened. “It’s different in daylight.”

    “Fine.” I rolled my eyes but turned away. I heard the rustle of sheets bas /bbshe /bslid out of bed, her quick footsteps padding across the floor, then the click of the bathroom door.

    Women. Fucking impossible to understand.

    I got up, pulled on a pair of boxer briefs, and headed to the kitchen. I figured I’d better get coffee started. I filled the machine with water and ground some beans, inhaling the rich aroma as they brewed.

    Olivia appeared in the doorway a few minutester, wearing my t–shirt from yesterday. It hung to mid–thigh, leaving her long legs bare. Her hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, face freshly washed. Without makeup, she looked younger, more vulnerable.

    ‘I borrowed your shirt,” she said unnecessarily. “Hope that’s okay.”

    ‘Looks better on you anyway.” I poured coffee into two mugs. “How do you take it?”

    ‘ck is fine.”

    I handed her a mug, our fingers brushing. “Hungry?”

    ‘Starving, actually.” She took a sip of coffee, closing her eyes briefly in appreciation.

    I’ll make us something.” I moved to the refrigerator and pulled out eggs, bacon, and some vegetables.

    Olivia leaned against the counter, watching me. “Need any help?”

    You can cut the peppers and onions if you want.”

    She nodded, set down her coffee, and moved to the cutting board I’d ced on the counter. I started the bacon frying while she chopped vegetables with surprising efficiency.

    We worked in surprisinglyfortable silence, the sizzle of bacon and rhythmic sound of her knife on the cutting board filling the kitchen. I cracked eggs into a bowl and whisked them while she finished chopping.

    ‘So this is married life,” she said finally, a hint of teasing in her voice. “Cooking breakfast together after a night of mindblowing sex.”

    I nced at her, amused by her bluntness. “Is that what it was? Mindblowing?”

    “Don’t fish forpliments. Your ego is big enough.”

    “Not the only thing that’s big.” I winked at her, enjoying the way her cheeks flushed.

    “Gross.” But she was fighting a smile.

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    I poured the eggs into the pan with the vegetables she’d chopped. “Hand me that spat.”

    She passed it to me, then leaned against the counter again, watching me cook. “You know what you’re doing in a kitchen.”

    “I know what I’m doing everywhere. I flipped the bacon, the smell making my stomach growl.

    “So modest.”

    “False modesty is bullshit.” I stirred the eggs. “I’m good at cooking. I’m good at running mypany. I’m good at fucking. Why pretend otherwise?”

    Olivia rolled her eyes. “Has anyone ever told you you’re insufferable?”

    “Frequently. Usually right before they beg me to make theme again.”

    “You’re unbelievable.”

    “That’s what you saidst night. Right after the second orgasm, I think.”

    “Are you always this crude in the morning?b” /b

    “Are you always this uptight after getting your brains fucked out?”

    To my surprise, Oliviaughed. “Fair point. I’ll try to loosen up.”

    “Good.” I ted the eggs and bacon, adding some sliced avocado I found in the fridge. “Breakfast bis /bserved.”

    b3/3 /b