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
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
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
MadisonThe Manhattan skyline twinkled behind us, an audience of millions of lights witnessing our private show. "Fuck, you feel amazing," he growled against my neck, his teeth grazing my pulse point. My legs tightened around his waist as he adjusted his grip on my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to leave marks. "Mr. Knight," I moaned, my head falling back as he hit that perfect spot inside me. "You like that?" His voice was rough with desire. "You like getting fucked on my yacht where anyone could see you?" The thought sent a thrill through me, though I knew we were far enough from shore that we were just silhouettes against the night. "Yes," I admitted, my inner walls clenching around him. "Yes, what?" He punctuated the question with a particularly deep thrust that made me cry out. "Yes, Mr. Knight," I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders. He smirked against my skin. "That's my good girl." Without warning, he pulled out of me completely. I whimpered
MadisonAlexander's thrusts became more erratic, his breathing harsh in my ear. He was close. "Touch yourself," he commanded. "Make yourself come on my cock." I reached between my legs, finding my clit swollen and sensitive. The lightest touch made me gasp, and I began to rub in tight circles. "That's it," he encouraged, his voice strained. "Show me how much you want it." The dual sensation of his cock filling me and my fingers on my clit quickly pushed me to the edge. My muscles tensed, my breath catching as the pressure built. "Mr. Knight, I'm going to come," I warned, my voice breaking. "Look at me when you come," he ordered, pulling me up so my back was against his chest, his cock still buried deep inside me. I turned my head, meeting his intense gaze as he reached around to replace my fingers with his own. His expert touch sent me flying over the edge, my orgasm crashing through me with unexpected force. "Fuck!" I screamed, my body convulsing around his cock as wave after
MadisonAfter we dried off, Alexander disappeared into his closet, returning with a neatly pressed navy blue pencil skirt and a cream silk blouse. "Wear this today," he said, laying the outfit on the bed. I dressed quickly, adding a pair of nude heels from the collection in his closet. When I emerged from the walk-in closet fully dressed, Alexander was already in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit, looking every inch the powerful CEO. His eyes raked over me appreciatively. "You look professional." "Thank you, Mr. Knight," I replied, smoothing down the skirt. "Ready to go?" He nodded, grabbing his phone from the nightstand. "Car's waiting downstairs." I followed him to the elevator, trying not to walk funny despite the delicious soreness between my legs. The evidence of last night's activities lingered in my muscles, a secret reminder with every step. John held the car door open with his usual stoic expression. "Good morning, Mr. Knight," John said, his face impressively neutra
MadisonMy heart skipped a beat as I tried to maintain my composure. Alexander noticed my reaction, his eyes narrowing slightly as he followed my gaze. I turned around to see Hazel standing there, looking polished in her work outfit—a gray pencil skirt with a burgundy blouse. Her hair was pulled back in a neat bun, and she was beaming at me. "Hazel! Hi," I said, my voice a bit higher than normal. "What are you doing here?" "My boss is over there with a client," she gestured toward the far corner of the café. I spotted you and had to come say hello. I didn't mean to interrupt your date." Alexander straightened in his chair, his expression shifting to that practiced charm he used in business meetings. He extended his hand. "Alexander Knight." Hazel's mouth opened slightly before she collected herself and shook his hand. "Hazel Foster. I've seen you in Forbes. And Time. And basically everywhere." She laughed nervously. "You're Madison's boss." "Among other things," Alexander replie
Madison"So, Mr. Knight," Hazel said, leaning forward with a conspiratorial gleam in her eye. "Do you like Madison? As more than an employee, I mean." I wanted to slide under the table. Or maybe just disappear entirely. "Madison is a great personal assistant," he replied smoothly. "And now a promising project manager. I appreciate her professional contributions to Knight Industries." "That's not what I asked," Hazel pressed, undeterred. "Hazel!" I hissed, kicking her under the table. "What?" She gave me an innocent look. "I'm just making conversation." Alexander's lips curved into that infuriating half-smile. "I value Madison greatly as my assistant. She anticipates my needs before I even realize I have them." The double entendre wasn't lost on any of us. Hazel's eyebrows shot up, and I felt my face flame. "Well," Hazel said, standing up and straightening her skirt, "it was nice meeting you, Mr. Knight. Madison, can I talk to you for a second?" "I'll be right back," I
AlexanderI left the conference room, my mind racing with contingency plans. The team would handle the immediate crisis response, but I needed a moment to strategize beyond the next few hours. This attack was too coordinated, too precise. Someone knew exactly where to hit us. As I entered my office, my phone vibrated. The screen displayed a name I wasn't surprised to see: Edward Knight. Perfect timing, as always. I accepted the call and put it on speaker as I loosened my tie completely. "Alexander." His voice carried that familiar mix of authority and concern. "I just got off the phone with Harold from the board. What the hell is happening?" "Hello to you too, Dad," I said, dropping into my chair. "I'm handling it." "Handling it? The company's losing billions in market cap over fraud allegations!" I pinched the bridge of my nose. "I'm aware of the situation." "Are these allegations true?" he demanded, cutting straight to his primary concern. "Of course not," I snapped. "You kn
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