MadisonMy breath hitched as his lips trailed down my neck. "Mr. Knight, we're still in your office." "Technically, you're my girlfriend now." His teeth grazed my skin. "I can kiss my girlfriend wherever I want." I opened my mouth to protest or make some witty retort, but he captured my lips with his before any words could escape. It was a long, deep kiss that demanded every ounce of attention and breath I had. My head spun like I'd just stepped off a merry-go-round. His lips were insistent, claiming mine with an intensity that left me breathless. My body melted against him, betraying the sensible part of my brain, screaming something about professionalism and boundaries. When his tongue flicked against mine, I nearly forgot how to breathe. Not that breathing seemed all that important right now. His hands found their way to my waist, pulling me closer until there wasn't an inch of space left between us. The warmth of his body seeped into mine, igniting a slow burn in the pit of m
MadisonAlexander stood beside my desk, looking unfairly composed, while I probably resembled a startled cat. "Your mother's medical bills." He placed a business card on my desk. "Send them to this email address. I'll have my team transfer her to Hallmark Hospital." "Oh." I blinked at the card, my brain struggling to shift gears from 'almost sex' to 'serious conversation.' "That's... thank you. Really. I mean, Hallmark Hospital is—" "The best in the city." He cut off my rambling with that amused smirk. "I know." I picked up the card, my fingers brushing against his. The brief contact sent electricity shooting up my arm. "I'll send these over right away." "Good." His eyes darkened as they swept over me, lingering on my still-flushed cheeks. I glanced at my watch, desperate for a distraction from his intense gaze. 7:47 PM. How had it gotten so late? "I should probably head home." My voice came out shakier than intended. "It's getting late." "My driver will take you." "Oh no, th
MadisonHis tongue teased my lower lip, coaxing a gasp from me. A soft moan escaped, betraying how badly I wanted him despite my better judgment. My body arched instinctively, pressing my breasts against his firm chest. "God, I missed this," he murmured against my lips. His hands roamed lower, fingers deftly finding the zipper of my skirt. I barely registered the cool air on my thighs before his hands were on my ass, squeezing possessively. Suddenly, he lifted me, placing me on the edge of his desk. Papers scattered as he shoved them aside, making room for my squirming form. His eyes locked onto mine briefly, dark and stormy with unspoken hunger. "Spread your legs for me." It wasn't a suggestion. My legs fell apart without hesitation, the thin fabric of my panties already damp with anticipation. He tugged them aside, exposing my pussy to the cool air, and licked his lips. His fingers traced a slow, torturous path along my slit. I bit my lip to stifle a moan, my hips jerking invo
MadisonThe break room was mercifully empty. My hands shook slightly as I prepared his coffee, spilling a few drops on the counter. At least no one was around to witness my clumsiness. I balanced the steaming mug carefully as I approached his office, taking deep breaths to steady myself. A quick knock, and then I pushed the door open. I entered his office, my heels clicking softly against the hardwood floor. Alexander sat behind his desk, focused on his computer screen with that intense concentration I'd come to recognize. "Your coffee, Mr. Knight." I placed the mug carefully on his desk, making sure to avoid the scattered papers. He glanced up, his eyes meeting mine. "Thank you, Madison." His fingers brushed against mine as he reached for the mug, sending tingles up my arm. The touch lingered longer than necessary, his warm fingers sending sparks through my entire body. I fought the urge to bite my lip, remembering all too well what those fingers were capable of. "Will th
MadisonI gasped as his fingers continued their relentless assault on my pussy, driving me wild with every stroke. "Fuck, Madison," he whispered against my ear, his voice dark and hungry. "You feel so fucking good. So tight around my fingers. I can't wait to feel you squeezing my cock." My breath hitched at his words. A part of me felt embarrassed by how much they turned me on, but I couldn't deny the heat pooling in my core. "Oh god," I managed to gasp out, my hips moving of their own accord, seeking more of his touch. "That's it," he murmured, adding another finger inside me, stretching me deliciously. "Take it all, baby. Show me how much you want it." My hands clutched at his shoulders for support as he worked me closer and closer to the edge. "I want to hear you say it," he growled, his teeth grazing my earlobe. "Tell me how much you want my cock inside you." I swallowed hard, the words catching in my throat. "I—I want it," I stammered, feeling my cheeks burn with a mi
MadisonI lifted my gaze from the computer screen as the elevator dinged. A woman in a red dress strutted toward me, her heels clicking against the marble floor like a timer counting down to chaos. "I'm here to see Alexander." She planted her manicured hands on my desk, leaning forward with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Do you have an appointment?" "I don't need one. We have... history. Just tell Shim Vanessa's here." "I'm sorry, but Mr. Knight only takes scheduled appointments. I can help you set one up for next week-" "Listen here, little secretary." She interrupted. "I'm Vanessa Caldwell. I spent the night with Alexander last weekend, and I'm not leaving until I see him." "As I mentioned, without an appointment or express permission from Mr. Knight-" "Who do you think you are? Just because you stand next to him all day, fetching his coffee and taking notes, you think you're special?" "Ma'am, I need to ask you to leave-" "You're pathetic. Playing gatekeeper, pretendi
MadisonHis presence was intoxicating. Alexander's cologne wrapped around me, lingering like dark spices and something earthy. My pulse quickened as he leaned in, our faces just inches apart. "You're here," he murmured. "Mr. Knight, what's going on?" My voice trembled. I placed a hand on his chest, meaning to push him back, but all I felt was the chiseled muscles under his shirt. He took my hand, interlacing his fingers with mine and pressing it back against the wall. The heat from his touch was electric, coursing straight to my core. My breathing turned shallow, and my heart thudded in my ears. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. "You're really here." He whispered huskily. His gaze swept my face, lingering on my lips as his breath warmed my cheek. "Are you... okay?" I stammered. His pupils seemed larger than normal, almost swallowing the blue of his irises. Something felt off. Was he on drugs? "I'm more than okay." He nuzzled against my neck, lips brushing my skin. "You're p
MadisonI woke up feeling like I'd been hit by a truck - a very sexy, Alexander Knight-shaped truck. My body ached in places I'd forgotten existed, and my inner thighs bore the telltale bruises of last night's activities. "Get it together, Madison," I muttered to my reflection as I applied concealer under my eyes. Despite my best makeup efforts, the woman staring back looked debauched. The subway ride to work was torture. Every bump and sway reminded me of how Alexander had moved inside me. How his hands had gripped my hips. How he'd called me Katherine. Katherine. The name bounced around my skull like an angry ping-pong ball. I'd spent half the night googling "Katherine Alexander Knight" with zero results. Not that I was jealous or anything. I mean, why would I be jealous of someone whose name my boss moaned while high on God-knows-what? The elevator ride up to the office felt longer than usual. I checked my phone seventeen times in thirty seconds, praying there wouldn't be a me
MadisonI gasped as his fingers continued their relentless assault on my pussy, driving me wild with every stroke. "Fuck, Madison," he whispered against my ear, his voice dark and hungry. "You feel so fucking good. So tight around my fingers. I can't wait to feel you squeezing my cock." My breath hitched at his words. A part of me felt embarrassed by how much they turned me on, but I couldn't deny the heat pooling in my core. "Oh god," I managed to gasp out, my hips moving of their own accord, seeking more of his touch. "That's it," he murmured, adding another finger inside me, stretching me deliciously. "Take it all, baby. Show me how much you want it." My hands clutched at his shoulders for support as he worked me closer and closer to the edge. "I want to hear you say it," he growled, his teeth grazing my earlobe. "Tell me how much you want my cock inside you." I swallowed hard, the words catching in my throat. "I—I want it," I stammered, feeling my cheeks burn with a mi
MadisonThe break room was mercifully empty. My hands shook slightly as I prepared his coffee, spilling a few drops on the counter. At least no one was around to witness my clumsiness. I balanced the steaming mug carefully as I approached his office, taking deep breaths to steady myself. A quick knock, and then I pushed the door open. I entered his office, my heels clicking softly against the hardwood floor. Alexander sat behind his desk, focused on his computer screen with that intense concentration I'd come to recognize. "Your coffee, Mr. Knight." I placed the mug carefully on his desk, making sure to avoid the scattered papers. He glanced up, his eyes meeting mine. "Thank you, Madison." His fingers brushed against mine as he reached for the mug, sending tingles up my arm. The touch lingered longer than necessary, his warm fingers sending sparks through my entire body. I fought the urge to bite my lip, remembering all too well what those fingers were capable of. "Will th
MadisonHis tongue teased my lower lip, coaxing a gasp from me. A soft moan escaped, betraying how badly I wanted him despite my better judgment. My body arched instinctively, pressing my breasts against his firm chest. "God, I missed this," he murmured against my lips. His hands roamed lower, fingers deftly finding the zipper of my skirt. I barely registered the cool air on my thighs before his hands were on my ass, squeezing possessively. Suddenly, he lifted me, placing me on the edge of his desk. Papers scattered as he shoved them aside, making room for my squirming form. His eyes locked onto mine briefly, dark and stormy with unspoken hunger. "Spread your legs for me." It wasn't a suggestion. My legs fell apart without hesitation, the thin fabric of my panties already damp with anticipation. He tugged them aside, exposing my pussy to the cool air, and licked his lips. His fingers traced a slow, torturous path along my slit. I bit my lip to stifle a moan, my hips jerking invo
MadisonAlexander stood beside my desk, looking unfairly composed, while I probably resembled a startled cat. "Your mother's medical bills." He placed a business card on my desk. "Send them to this email address. I'll have my team transfer her to Hallmark Hospital." "Oh." I blinked at the card, my brain struggling to shift gears from 'almost sex' to 'serious conversation.' "That's... thank you. Really. I mean, Hallmark Hospital is—" "The best in the city." He cut off my rambling with that amused smirk. "I know." I picked up the card, my fingers brushing against his. The brief contact sent electricity shooting up my arm. "I'll send these over right away." "Good." His eyes darkened as they swept over me, lingering on my still-flushed cheeks. I glanced at my watch, desperate for a distraction from his intense gaze. 7:47 PM. How had it gotten so late? "I should probably head home." My voice came out shakier than intended. "It's getting late." "My driver will take you." "Oh no, th
MadisonMy breath hitched as his lips trailed down my neck. "Mr. Knight, we're still in your office." "Technically, you're my girlfriend now." His teeth grazed my skin. "I can kiss my girlfriend wherever I want." I opened my mouth to protest or make some witty retort, but he captured my lips with his before any words could escape. It was a long, deep kiss that demanded every ounce of attention and breath I had. My head spun like I'd just stepped off a merry-go-round. His lips were insistent, claiming mine with an intensity that left me breathless. My body melted against him, betraying the sensible part of my brain, screaming something about professionalism and boundaries. When his tongue flicked against mine, I nearly forgot how to breathe. Not that breathing seemed all that important right now. His hands found their way to my waist, pulling me closer until there wasn't an inch of space left between us. The warmth of his body seeped into mine, igniting a slow burn in the pit of m
MadisonTom from Accounting stood there, a stack of papers clutched to his chest like a shield. His round face pinched with concern. "Are you okay? You look flushed." "Fine! Just fine." My voice came out squeaky. "Little warm in here, isn't it?" "Actually, the AC's been blasting all morning." He adjusted his thick-rimmed glasses. "Anyway, I need Mr. Knight's signature on these reports." "Of course." I reached for the papers, willing my hands not to shake. "I'll get these to him right away." "Great!" Tom lingered, shifting from foot to foot. "You sure you're alright? Maybe you should get some water. Your face is really red." "Thanks, Tom, but I'm good." Please go away before I die of embarrassment. "If you say so." He finally shuffled away, leaving me alone with my inappropriate thoughts and a stack of papers that needed my very aroused boss's signature. Perfect. I knocked on his door, clutching the papers like a shield. Alexander held up one finger, still deep in convers
MadisonI trudged down the dimly lit street toward my apartment, my heels clicking against the concrete. My feet ached, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the emotional exhaustion weighing me down. I pulled out my phone and dialed Hazel's number. "Mads, where have you been?" Hazel's voice burst through the speaker. "I've been trying to reach you all day!" "Yeah, about that..." I dodged a guy walking his chihuahua. "Remember those side gigs you helped me get?" "Yeah, what about them?" I winced. "Mr. Knight found out." "WHAT?" Her shriek made me pull the phone away from my ear. "How? Please tell me you didn't use the office computers." "Um..." "Madison Harper, you did not." "Look, I was desperate and short on time!" I kicked a pebble, watching it skitter across the sidewalk. "And in my defense, I thought I'd cleared everything." "Honey, nothing is ever really cleared from a computer. Like, ever." She sighed. "So what happened? Did he fire you?" "My job's safe. For
MadisonI slumped in the back of the cab, watching the city lights blur past. My head still spun from Alexander's insane proposition. The cabbie's choice of radio station - some kind of experimental jazz that sounded like cats fighting - wasn't helping my headache. "Could you maybe..." I gestured at the radio. "Best station in the city," he declared, turning it up instead. Perfect. Just perfect. I sighed and pressed my head against the cool glass, letting the chaos outside distract me. The streets whizzed by in a blur of neon signs and bustling crowds. My mind drifted back to Alexander and his ridiculous proposal. One year as his girlfriend, solving all my problems in exchange for… what? Being his personal plaything? His exclusive arm candy? A year of pretending to be in love with Alexander Knight. I couldn't stop my thoughts from wandering to that night in his penthouse. The feel of his lips on mine, his hands exploring every inch of my body, how he made me cry out with a need
MadisonI stared at Alexander like he'd grown a second head. "One year? As your girlfriend?" "Think about it logically." He loosened his tie, looking far too comfortable for someone who'd just proposed the most insane arrangement I'd ever heard. "Your mother gets the care she needs, and you won't have to work yourself to death with side jobs." "How exactly is this different from your first suggestion of being your personal..." I swallowed hard, "prostitute?" His eyes darkened. "Don't use that word again." "Why not? That's essentially what you're suggesting – trading my body for money." "No." He pushed off from his desk and invaded my personal space. "I'm suggesting we date. Exclusively." I backed up until my legs hit the chair. "Date?" "Yes, Madison. Date. You know, spend time together, go to dinner, attend events." His lips quirked up. "And yes, physical intimacy would be part of it. But only between us – no other partners." "How romantic." I rolled my eyes. "A contractual re