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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 mix
AlexanderThe previous night... I swirled whiskey in my glass, lounging on the leather couch in my study. The city lights twinkled beyond floor-to-ceiling windows, but my mind kept drifting to Madison. Those soft lips. That intoxicating scent. The way she trembled beneath my touch. "Fuck." I downed the drink in one gulp, the burn doing nothing to quell my growing arousal. The memory of her body pressed against mine in the office tormented me. Her skin felt like silk, her breasts perfectly fitting my palms. I shifted uncomfortably, my pants growing tight at the thought of taking her right here on this couch. I loosened my tie, images of Madison's curves haunting me. The way she'd looked today in that pencil skirt, all professional on the outside while I knew exactly what lay beneath. The marks I'd left on her neck that she'd tried so hard to hide. My phone buzzed against the desk, Leo's name flashing on the screen. I grabbed my phone, Leo's grinning contact photo lighting up the s
Alexander"Looking a bit tense there, Alex." Leo dropped into the chair across from me, a knowing smirk on his lips. I shot him a warning glare. "The security footage?" "Right here." He pulled out a Hard disk, mercifully switching to business mode. "But seriously, you might want to fix your tie. It's crooked." I snatched the hard drive from Leo's hand, shooting him another warning look while adjusting my tie. "Your timing is impeccable, as always." "Hey, that's why you keep me around." Leo sprawled in the chair, kicking his feet up on my desk. "To interrupt at the worst possible moments." I shoved his feet off. "You're paying for any scuff marks on this desk." "Please, that desk has seen worse." He waggled his eyebrows. "Shut up." I plugged the hard drive into my laptop, grateful for the distraction. The security footage loaded instantly—multiple camera angles split my screen into a grid of black-and-white scenes from that night. I scanned each frame, watching the crowd mill ab
MadisonI pushed open the door to my mother's hospital room, greeted by the familiar beeping of machines and the soft glow of the TV mounted on the wall. Mom lay propped up against a mountain of pillows, completely engrossed in what looked like another one of her trashy romance shows. "Really, Mom? 'Love's Burning Passion' again?" She didn't even look away from the screen. "Shh, Diego is about to tell Isabella he's actually her long-lost twin brother's evil stepson." I dropped into the chair beside her bed, rolling my eyes. "That's ridiculous." "That's what makes it fun, Maddie." She finally tore her gaze away from the drama unfolding on screen. "You look tired." "Thanks, Mom. Just what every daughter wants to hear." "Well, you do." She reached over and patted my hand. "Work keeping you busy?" If she only knew. I forced a smile. "Actually, I have some news. You're being transferred to Hallmark Hospital." Mom's face lit up. "Oh, I know! The nurse told me this morning. Such a fan
AlexanderI strode through the executive floor, Madison following close behind. The cacophony of ringing phones and urgent voices created a backdrop of chaos. My empire was under attack, and every second counted. The conference room door was already open, revealing a gathering of grim faces around the polished table. Our CFO was gesturing frantically at a laptop screen while our head of Legal paced by the windows, phone pressed to his ear. The PR director was furiously typing on her tablet, and two members of our crisis management team huddled over documents, speaking in hushed tones. "Everyone," I announced, not bothering with pleasantries. All heads snapped up, conversations halting mid-sentence. I took my place at the head of the table while Madison slipped into a chair beside me, tablet ready. "Give me the damage report," I demanded, loosening my tie slightly. Our CFO cleared his throat, his usual composed demeanor cracking under pressure. "Futures are indicating we'll open
MadisonI blinked, trying to process his words through my post-orgasmic haze. "What? Financial fraud?" "We don't have time for explanations," Alexander said, tossing his shirt over his head. His muscles flexed as he buttoned it with practiced efficiency. "Get dressed. Now." The urgency in his voice snapped me into action. I scrambled off the bed and headed to the closet, where some of my clothes hung alongside his designer suits. I quickly selected a charcoal pencil skirt and cream blouse, which were professional enough for whatever crisis awaited us. "Faster," he barked, already fully dressed and checking his phone again. His jaw clenched tighter with each swipe of his thumb. I hurried into the bathroom to fix my appearance, wincing at my reflection. My hair was a tangled mess, my lips swollen, and faint red marks dotted my neck where Alexander had gotten carried away. I quickly applied concealer to the most visible marks and pulled my hair into a tight bun. When I emerge
MadisonAlexander reached into his discarded pants and pulled out a condom. He tore the wrapper with his teeth, his eyes never leaving mine as he rolled it over his impressive length. "Fuck, I can't wait to be inside you," he growled, positioning himself between my spread legs. He rubbed the head of his cock against my entrance, coating himself in my wetness. "You're dripping for me." "Please," I begged, beyond caring how desperate I sounded. "I need you inside me." "What do you need inside you?" he teased, continuing to slide his length along my folds without entering me. "Be specific, Madison." I swallowed hard, forcing myself to say the words he wanted to hear. "I need your cock inside me, Mr. Knight. Please fuck me." His eyes darkened at my words. "Good girl." Without further warning, he slammed into me, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust. The sudden fullness made me cry out, my back arching off the marble counter. "Fuck," he hissed, gripping my hips hard en
MadisonHe withdrew his fingers suddenly, leaving me empty and aching. "Turn around." I did as he ordered, my ass stinging pleasantly where he'd spanked me. He looked me over, his eyes lingering on the diamond necklace at my throat, then lower to my breasts and between my legs. "On your knees," he commanded. I sank down, the plush carpet cushioning my knees. He stood over me, still in his boxer briefs, the outline of his cock straining against the fabric. "Take it out," he said. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, already leaking at the tip. My mouth watered at the sight. "Open," he said, his hand tangling in my hair. I parted my lips, and he guided himself into my mouth. The taste of him was intoxicating. I took him as deep as I could, relaxing my throat to accommodate his size. "Fuck," he groaned, his grip tightening in my hair. "Your mouth feels amazing." I hollowed my cheeks, sucking harder, usi
MadisonAs we stepped into the penthouse, the silence wrapped around us like a blanket. The lights of Manhattan twinkled beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, creating a backdrop that belonged in a movie, not my real life. Alexander locked the door behind us with a definitive click that sent a shiver down my spine. I stood in the vast living room, still clutching the boutique bag with the diamond necklace. Its weight seemed to grow heavier as Alexander's eyes remained fixed on me. "Take it out," he commanded, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it onto the nearest chair. I carefully removed the velvet box from the bag, holding it in my palm as if it might bite me. The diamonds inside were worth more than my entire year's salary, likely several years' worth. "Put it on," Alexander said, loosening his tie completely and pulling it free from his collar with a soft hiss of fabric. I opened the box, staring at the necklace. "Right now?" "Yes, right now. I want to see it on you." I
MadisonAs she sashayed away, I couldn't help myself. "'I'll be in touch,'" I mimicked under my breath, pitching my voice higher. "'We should catch up properly. I'll text you.'" I rolled my eyes. Alexander raised an eyebrow. "Jealousy looks good on you, Ms. Harper." "I'm not jealous," I replied automatically, heat rising to my cheeks. He chuckled, then held out the small boutique bag to me. "For you." I took it hesitantly, feeling the weight of the box inside. "The necklace?" "What were you two discussing?" he asked instead of answering, his eyes scanning my face. I sighed, clutching the bag tighter. "Your friend or ex-girlfriend or whatever she is took my number. She wants me to update her on your whereabouts so she can 'accidentally' run into you. Like I'm supposed to be her personal Alexander-tracking device." "Caroline does this with all my personal assistants. She's harmless." "Harmless?" I repeated incredulously. "She practically threatened me." "She's dramatic," he sai
MadisonI felt a small, petty surge of satisfaction watching her forced to engage in small talk when she clearly wanted to be elsewhere, specifically with Alexander. Alexander seemed oblivious to her predicament, his attention still focused on the diamond necklace and, more disturbingly, on my neck. I resisted the urge to cover my throat with my hand. "Shall we look at the other items?" I suggested, desperate to move away before she managed to extricate herself from the silver-haired man. "No need," Alexander replied, his eyes still on the necklace. "I've found what interests me." I glanced back at the mystery woman, who was now nodding politely at whatever the older gentleman was saying while her eyes repeatedly darted in our direction. The tension in her shoulders was visible even from across the room. "Ladies and gentlemen," the announcer's voice boomed through the speakers, startling me. "The silent auction is now closed. Please make your way to the payment area if you've bee
Madison"Something on your mind, Ms. Harper?" Alexander's voice cut through my thoughts. I looked up to find him studying me, his expression unreadable. "No, Mr. Knight." "Liar," he said softly. "You've been fidgeting for the past ten minutes." "I wasn't aware my comfort level was of interest to you in public settings," I replied, surprising myself with my boldness. A flicker of amusement crossed his face. "Everything about you interests me, Ms. Harper. Even your discomfort." "How kind," I muttered. Alexander's eyes narrowed slightly, his lips curving into that infuriating half-smile that meant he was enjoying my discomfort. "You want to know who she is." It wasn't a question. I lifted my chin, meeting his gaze directly. "No, I don't." "Really?" He raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing me. "I was about to tell you, but if you're not interested..." He shrugged one shoulder, the movement elegant beneath his perfectly tailored tuxedo. "Then I don't need to explain." I bit th
MadisonAlexander removed his hands from her waist, but his eyes remained locked on her face. His smile wasn't the polite business smile he gave investors or the professional one I'd seen during meetings. This was something different, something genuine that reached his eyes and made them crinkle at the corners. Who was she? My mind raced through possibilities. Was this the mysterious Katherine he'd called me that night when he was drugged? She didn't even match the blonde woman from the photograph I'd spotted in his penthouse – the one that disappeared so quickly after I noticed it. This woman had chestnut hair that cascaded in perfect waves down her back, not blonde locks. A friend or relative, perhaps? Or, more likely, another ex-girlfriend or hookup from Alexander's extensive past. She carried herself with the confidence of someone who knew exactly what she wanted and had probably gotten Alexander at some point. I shifted my weight, trying not to feel invisible as they continu