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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
Madison"Maybe? I don't know." I shrugged, suddenly feeling exposed, standing nearly naked while he remained fully dressed. "You had drinks with Leo earlier, right?" His face remained impassive for a moment before breaking into a grin. "Actually, yes. Someone did slip something in my drink." My stomach dropped. "Shit, are you serious? We need to—" "I'm kidding," he cut me off, laughing at my expression. "Jesus, you're easy to mess with. I'm not high, Madison. I'm fully awake and completely in control." He stepped closer, running his hand down my bare back. "Why so concerned? Afraid something might happen to your boyfriend?" I jerked away from his touch. "You're not my boyfriend, Mr. Knight." "Yes, I am." His voice was firm, brooking no argument as his hands returned to my body, this time gripping my ass possessively. "For all intents and purposes, I am your boyfriend." "A business arrangement," I corrected, even as my body betrayed me by pressing against his touch. His mouth fo
Madison"Fuck!" I gasped when he finally let me breathe, my lips tingling from the assault. "You're not going anywhere," he growled against my mouth. "Not until I'm done with you." My heart hammered against my ribs as his hands roamed over my body, no longer teasing but possessive. He cupped my breasts through the thin fabric of my dress, thumbs circling my hardened nipples until I whimpered. "You think you can walk away from me?" he asked, his voice dark with desire. "When your pussy is so wet, I can practically smell it?" I should have been offended by his crudeness, but instead, it sent a fresh flood of arousal between my legs. God, what was wrong with me? "Mr. Knight," I started, but he cut me off with another bruising kiss. "Shut up, Madison," he commanded against my lips. "The only sounds I want to hear from you are moans." His hands slid down to grab my ass, fingers digging into the flesh as he pulled me against him. The hard ridge of his cock pressed into my stomach, im
MadisonThe red dress felt even more revealing without the coat's protection, the fabric clinging to every curve of my body. Alexander stepped back, his eyes darkening as he drank me in. His gaze was almost physical, like fingers tracing every inch of exposed skin. The intensity in his eyes made my nipples harden against the thin fabric of my bra. "Fuck," he breathed, circling me slowly. "That dress is criminal on you, Madison. But it would look even better crumpled on the floor." I glanced nervously at the water surrounding us. "Someone could see us. There are other boats out here." "No one can see shit," he said, his voice rough with desire. "We're far enough out, and the lighting up here only illuminates you for me. I made sure of it." I watched as he finished his champagne in one long swallow, his throat working in a way that made my mouth dry. Not wanting to be outdone, I tipped back my glass, the expensive bubbles sliding down my throat. Alexander took my empty glass, sett
MadisonTwenty minutes later, we pulled into a marina. Boats of various sizes bobbed gently in the water, their lights reflecting off the dark surface."A boat?" I asked, following him down the dock."Not just any boat." Alexander gestured ahead to a sleek yacht that looked like something out of a luxury magazine. It wasn't as massive as the one from the fundraiser event, but it was still impressive – gleaming white with elegant lines and soft lights illuminating the deck."Whose is it?" I asked, accepting his hand as I stepped aboard."Mine." He said it casually, as if owning a yacht was as common as owning a bicycle."Of course it is," I muttered. "You probably have a submarine, too, just for weekend excursions."Alexander's laugh was rich and genuine as he guided me onto the yacht. "Not yet, but that's not a bad idea. I'll have to look into that."The deck was polished teak, gleaming under the soft lighting. Everything about the vessel screamed money—from the plush seating area to
MadisonI was deep in the throes of research, surrounded by open tabs of Manhattan real estate developments, when my phone buzzed. Alexander's name flashed on the screen. I hesitated for a split second before answering. "Hello, Mr. Knight." "Madison." His voice was like warm honey over gravel. "What are you doing right now?" I glanced at my laptop screen, where I'd been compiling data on projects similar to our Manhattan development. "I'm working, actually. I'm just putting together some research for the project." "Such a dedicated employee," he said, amusement coloring his tone. "Or should I say girlfriend? Working this late without being asked." I checked the time in the corner of my screen—10:14 PM. "I'm just trying to be thorough." "How about we go out?" I blinked, caught off guard. "Now? It's after ten." "Is your research so urgent it can't wait until tomorrow?" His voice dropped lower. "I'm bored, and I'd much rather be looking at you than these contracts." "I..." I loo
AlexanderI stepped out of the car, taking in the sleek façade of Noir, one of Manhattan's most exclusive lounges. John had parked right out front, a privilege only money and influence could buy in this city. "I'll text when I'm ready," I told him, adjusting my cufflinks as I closed the door. The bouncer straightened when he saw me approach, nodding respectfully as he unhooked the velvet rope. Inside, the bar hummed with the quiet energy of people who could afford to drink here on a Tuesday night. Dim lighting cast everything in amber and shadow, giving even the most ordinary conversations an air of conspiracy. I spotted Leo immediately. He was seated at our usual corner table, nursing what looked like a neat whiskey. His eyes tracked me across the room, his face giving away nothing. "You're late," he said as I slid into the seat across from him. "Traffic," I replied, flagging down a server with just a glance. "Scotch. The Macallan 25." The server nodded and disappeared. I
Madison"You can wipe that look off your face," I told her. "Jackson could look like Chris Hemsworth's better-looking brother, but I still wouldn't be interested.""So you admit he's hot," Hazel said, pointing an accusing finger at me."I have eyes, don't I? But acknowledging someone's attractiveness doesn't mean I want to date them." I gathered my purse and stood up. "Besides, we have history as friends. It would be weird.""Friends make the best lovers," Hazel singsonged as she collected her things. "They already know all your weird habits and like you anyway.""You've been reading too many romance novels," I said, leading toward the door."I've been reading exactly the right amount, thank you very much." She pushed the door open, and we stepped out onto the sidewalk.The night air hit my face with a refreshing coolness after the warmth of the coffee shop."Well, this was surprisingly not terrible," Hazel said, wrapping her scarf tighter around her neck. "Jackson turning out to be h
MadisonWe spent the next hour catching up. Jackson told us about London—the tiny apartment he'd shared with four other guys, the constant rain, and the surprising quality of British fast food. He'd worked for a small financial firm that had been acquired by a larger company, which led to his transfer back to New York. "What about you, Madison?" Jackson asked. "What's it like working for Alexander Knight? He's practically a celebrity." I shifted in my seat, suddenly uncomfortable. "It's just a job. Busy, demanding. You know how it is." "She's being modest," Hazel interjected. "I already told you that she just got promoted to project manager for some fancy new building development. While still being his assistant." "Seriously?" Jackson looked impressed. "That's a lot of responsibility. I thought promotions usually meant moving up, not piling on more work. Juggling both jobs is going to be tough, isn't it?" "It's fine," I said, waving my hand dismissively. "I like staying busy." "
MadisonJackson spotted us and smiled, that same crooked smile that used to appear when he'd finally solved a difficult math problem. He weaved between tables toward us."Madison! Hazel!" He spread his arms wide. "You both look amazing!"Hazel, who had been ready to verbally destroy him moments ago, stood up and accepted his hug like they were long-lost relatives. "Jackson! What a surprise! We were just saying how it's been forever!"I caught her eye over his shoulder and mouthed, "Traitor." She responded with a subtle shrug that clearly meant, "But he's hot now."Jackson turned to hug me next, and I caught a whiff of expensive cologne. "Mads, so good to see you in person. Thanks for meeting me.""Sure thing," I replied, patting his back awkwardly before pulling away. "It's been a while.""Three years, two months, and approximately sixteen days," Hazel said sweetly, then added, "Not that I was counting."We all sat down, and an uncomfortable silence fell over the table until Jackson c