MadisonHis eyebrows rose slightly when he encountered no barrier. "Well, well. What have we here?" "I don't know what you're talking about," I said primly, staring straight ahead. "No?" His fingers slipped between my thighs, finding the evidence of my arousal. "You're soaked, Madison. Is this for me?" I bit my lip, refusing to answer. "Did you take them off in the bathroom?" he asked, his voice husky as his fingers explored my wetness. "Yes," I admitted, my breath catching as his fingers slid between my folds. I refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing I'd done it for him. "Don't read too much into it." "No?" His thumb brushed against my clit, making me jerk in the seat. "Your pussy seems to be telling a different story." I bit my lip to keep from moaning. "My pussy doesn't speak for me." "Give them to me." "What?" "Your panties. I know they're in your purse." His fingers continued their maddening exploration. "Hand them over." With trembling hands, I reached into m
MadisonI smoothed down my skirt and took a deep breath, trying to ignore the throbbing between my legs. How was I supposed to focus on work when my body was still humming with unfulfilled needs? John opened the car door, and Alexander stepped out first, buttoning his suit jacket with practiced ease. I followed, grateful for the moment to compose myself. "The project meeting starts in ten minutes," Alexander said, checking his watch. "I need to grab something from my office first. I'll meet you in the conference room." "Yes, Mr. Knight." He strode ahead, leaving me to follow at my own pace. I took the opportunity to duck into the restroom, desperate to make myself presentable. The mirror reflected a woman I barely recognized—flushed cheeks, slightly swollen lips, and eyes still bright with arousal. I splashed cold water on my face, careful not to ruin my makeup, and retrieved my panties from my purse. "This is insane," I muttered as I slipped into a stall to put them back on. Th
MadisonThe room fell silent. I could feel the weight of their stares, a mixture of curiosity and what seemed like disbelief. "Ms. Harper," Victor continued, his tone neutral but with an undercurrent, I couldn't quite place, "perhaps you'd like to share your background in real estate development with the team?" I took a deep breath. "Thank you, Mr. Harmon. While my direct experience in real estate development is limited, I bring strong organizational skills and a fresh perspective to the table. I have worked closely with Mr. Knight on various projects." "Organizational skills?" Lucas Garcia interrupted, not bothering to hide his skepticism. "Ms. Harper, with all due respect, this is a huge development project in one of the most competitive real estate markets in the world. We need more than organizational skills at the helm." The room tensed. I felt heat rise to my cheeks, but I forced myself to maintain eye contact with him. "Mr. Garcia," I began, keeping my voice steady, "I und
MadisonI froze, my hand tightening around my water bottle. The voice belonged to Elizabeth Robinson from Marketing. I'd only interacted with her a handful of times, but she'd always struck me as the office gossip. "I heard Mr. Knight's been calling her into his office after hours for weeks now," another voice added, Hannah Martin from Accounting. "God, can you imagine? A real estate project in Manhattan? She's a personal assistant, for crying out loud." That was Brittany Wilson, one of the junior executives who'd been gunning for a promotion for months. "Well, she must be doing something right," Jessica Brown said with a laugh. "Or should I say, doing someone right." They erupted into muffled giggles, unaware that I stood just a few feet away, partially obscured by a column. I considered my options: slink away to eat alone at my desk or confront them directly. The old Madison would have chosen retreat. But something had shifted in me recently—perhaps it was Alexander's confidenc
MadisonI settled back at my desk, trying to focus on Alexander's schedule for tomorrow. My mind kept drifting back to the cafeteria confrontation with Elizabeth and her crew. At least I'd stood up for myself. The old Madison would have scurried away like a frightened mouse. The intercom on my desk buzzed, making me jump. "Ms. Harper, come to my office." Alexander's voice was crisp and professional. I grabbed my tablet and smoothed my skirt before heading to his door. I knocked once and entered. Alexander sat behind his massive desk, reviewing some files. He didn't look up immediately; his brow furrowed in concentration. When he finally glanced up, his eyes did that thing where they seemed to see straight through my clothes. "Did you have lunch?" he asked, setting the files aside. "Yes, Mr. Knight." I clutched my tablet like a shield. "In the cafeteria." "Anything interesting happened?" He leaned back in his chair, studying me. I shrugged. "Just the usual office gossip. Nothin
MadisonHe stepped back, leaving me bent over his desk, my skirt still bunched around my waist. I turned my head to look at him, my breath catching at the predatory gleam in his eyes. "Stand up," he commanded. I straightened, adjusting my skirt, feeling the sting on my ass from his spanking. The throbbing between my legs was almost unbearable. "You know what I want," he said, walking over to the couch in the corner of his office. He sat down, spreading his legs wide, his erection clearly visible through his tailored pants. "Come here and show me how much you want me to touch you." I walked over to him, my heels clicking against the hardwood floor. When I reached him, he looked up at me with those intense eyes. "On your knees," he said, his voice deep and commanding. I sank down between his legs, my hands resting on his thighs. His cologne surrounded me, that expensive scent that was uniquely him. "I want that pretty mouth of yours wrapped around my cock," he said, running his t
Madison"Jesus fucking Christ," Alexander hissed, his fingers pinching my nipples. "Your pussy feels amazing." I rolled my hips experimentally, adjusting to the feel of him inside me. His hands moved to my waist, guiding my movements. "That's it," he encouraged, his eyes fixed on where our bodies joined. "Ride my cock, Madison." I began to move earnestly, lifting myself up before sinking back down. Each downward motion sent sparks of pleasure shooting through my body. "Fuck, Mr. Knight," I moaned, picking up the pace. "You feel so big inside me." He smirked, clearly pleased with my words. "You take my cock so well. Like your pussy was made for it." His mouth latched onto my breast, sucking my nipple hard enough to make me cry out. The dual sensation of his cock filling me and his mouth on my sensitive flesh was almost too much. "Oh god," I gasped, my hands tangling in his hair. "Don't stop." He switched to my other breast, his teeth grazing my nipple before soothing it with hi
MadisonI could feel Alexander's eyes on me as I leaned against his desk for support, my legs still wobbly. "Look at you," he said, his voice low and appreciative. "Thoroughly fucked and still gorgeous." I brushed my hair out of my face, feeling the flush on my cheeks. "Is that your professional assessment, Mr. Knight?" He laughed, tucking himself back into his pants with practiced ease. "Very professional. I should add it to your performance review." "Please don't," I said, but I couldn't help smiling. Alexander moved toward me, his hand reaching out to cup my face. His thumb traced my lower lip, still swollen from his kisses. "You're something else, Madison Harper," he murmured before leaning in to kiss me. His lips were softer than they had any right to be, moving against mine with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the rough fucking we'd just engaged in. I melted into the kiss, my hands finding their way to his chest. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark with ren
MadisonThe car pulled away from the curb. I sat quietly, watching the city lights blur past the window. Alexander's fingers tapped rapidly against his phone screen, his brow furrowed in concentration. After several minutes of silence, he finally set his phone down. "The Harrington Foundation expects to raise over eight million tonight." "That's impressive," I replied, turning toward him. "What causes do they support?" "Medical research, primarily." His eyes finally took me in properly, lingering on the neckline of my dress. "You look acceptable." I bit back a smile. "Thank you, Mr. Knight." His hand moved to my knee, fingers tracing small circles just above the slit in my dress. "Did you follow all my instructions?" "Yes." I felt my pulse quicken as his hand slid higher. "Show me." I glanced toward the privacy partition separating us from John, confirming it was closed before reaching for the slit in my dress. I parted the fabric, revealing the black lace underneath. Alexand
MadisonI was deep into reconciling the budget projections for the Manhattan project when my desk phone rang. I picked it up while still typing with my free hand. "Madison Harper speaking." "Miss Harper, I have a Herbert Hayes here to see Mr. Knight." The security desk's voice crackled through the line. "One moment, please." I checked Alexander's calendar—11:30 AM meeting—which was right on schedule. "Yes, please send him up." I returned to my spreadsheets, determined to finish before my lunch break. The soft ding of the elevator barely registered until footsteps approached my desk. I looked up to find an older gentleman standing before me. He was impeccably dressed in a charcoal suit that had clearly been tailored to his frame. Silver hair swept back from a distinguished face marked with laugh lines around his eyes. I guessed him to be in his mid-fifties. "Good morning," I said, offering a professional smile. "You must be Mr. Hayes. Mr. Knight is expecting you. Please, go right
MadisonLightning flashed outside, briefly illuminating the room in stark white light before plunging it back into the warm glow of Hazel's lamps."Just promise me you'll be careful," she said, her expression unusually serious. "And if he hurts you, remember that I know people who can make bodies disappear."I snorted. "Your cousin who works at the morgue isn't going to help you dispose of a billionaire's body.""You'd be surprised what Derrick would do for a case of good beer." She grinned, and then her expression turned mischievous. "So, when do I get to officially meet him? As your boyfriend, I mean. Not as your boss who's pretending not to be your boyfriend.""About that," I said, setting my mug down. "I need you to keep this between us. No social media, no telling your coworkers, no 'accidentally' running into us again."Hazel's eyebrows shot up. "Why the secrecy? Is he ashamed of you or something?""No! Of course not," I said quickly. "It's not like that.""Then what is it like?
MadisonSunday evening brought the kind of rain that New Yorkers both love and hate—the dramatic downpour that transforms the city into something straight out of a noir film—beautiful from behind glass but miserable to navigate. I stood under the awning of my apartment building, watching sheets of water cascade from the sky. "Gonna be a while, miss," my doorman said, eyeing the deluge. "Weather app says it's getting worse before it gets better." I nodded, pulling my phone from my purse to check the time. I'd promised Hazel I'd be at her place by seven; it was already quarter till. After our awkward encounter with Alexander at the café, I owed her an explanation – or at least some version of the truth that wouldn't reveal the exact nature of our arrangement. I stepped to the curb and raised my hand, grateful when a yellow cab immediately splashed to a stop. I darted through the rain, my shoes already soaked by the time I slid into the backseat. "Where to?" the driver asked, wiping
MadisonAlexander took screenshots of their faces, his jaw clenched. He emailed the images, then picked up his phone again. "Laura, I need you in my office immediately. I'm sending you images of three employees who need to be identified and brought here. It's regarding a harassment issue." He listened for a moment. "Yes, now. It's urgent." He hung up and turned to me. "Laura Taylor, head of HR, will handle this." I nodded, suddenly feeling nervous. This was escalating quickly, and while I appreciated Alexander standing up for me, I wasn't sure I wanted to face my anonymous bullies. "What exactly are you planning to do?" Alexander's eyes flickered to mine, a hint of amusement cutting through his anger. "Curious to know, Ms. Harper?" "Not curious," I corrected, straightening my posture. "Just wondering what you'll do with them." I gestured toward the frozen images on his screen. "It seems like a lot of trouble for some juvenile notes." "You'll know about it soon enough." Before I
MadisonI took a deep breath and pulled up the meeting agenda, determined to be over-prepared. If they were going to judge me, I'd at least give them something substantial to judge. The distinctive ding of the elevator caught my attention, and I glanced up to see Alexander stepping out. He walked with that confident stride that seemed to part the air around him, heading toward his office. My heart did that stupid little jump it always did when I saw him unexpectedly. He slowed as he approached my desk, his eyes catching something on the floor. Before I could react, he bent down and picked up a folded piece of paper that had fallen beside my trash can. "Playing schoolyard games with notes, Ms. Harper?" he asked with an amused smile, already unfolding it. "Wait, Mr. Knight, don't—" I started, but it was too late. His expression hardened as he read the note. I couldn't see what it said, but from the way his jaw clenched, I knew it was worse than the ones I'd already seen. "Where di
MadisonThe shrill ring of my phone cut through my morning routine like a chainsaw. I glanced at the screen while struggling to zip up my pencil skirt and groaned. Jackson. My thumb hovered over the decline button. I could always claim I was in the shower or cooking. But something about ignoring him felt unnecessarily mean. With a sigh that carried the weight of social obligation, I accepted the call. "Hello?" I wedged the phone between my ear and shoulder while searching for my other heel. "Good morning, Maddie!" Jackson's voice was irritatingly chipper for 7:30 AM. "Hope I didn't wake you." "No, just getting ready for work," I said, triumphantly fishing out the missing shoe. "Perfect timing then. I'm heading to my office downtown and have to pass right by Knight Industries. Thought I could swing by and give you a ride." I rolled my eyes at my reflection in the mirror. Of course, he did. "Oh, that's so nice of you," I said, injecting fake disappointment into my voice, "but the
Madison"You look stressed, Maddie," Mom said, reaching out to touch my hand. "Is that Alexander Knight fellow working you too hard?" I nearly choked. If only she knew how hard he'd worked me over his desk just hours ago. "It's just the usual work stuff," I said, recovering quickly. "Lots of responsibility." Mom sighed, her eyes taking on that distant look I'd come to dread. "If your father were still here, you wouldn't have to push yourself so hard. He would have made sure we were taken care of." "Mom, please—" "I know, I know," she said, squeezing my hand. "It's just... he was so good with money. We never worried when he was alive." I swallowed the lump in my throat. Dad had been gone for years now, but Mom still talked about him like he'd just stepped out for groceries. "We're doing okay now," I assured her. "You focus on getting better." "Have you heard from your brother?" she asked suddenly. I stiffened. "Mom, I don't want to talk about him." "Madison—" "No," I said fi
MadisonI could feel Alexander's eyes on me as I leaned against his desk for support, my legs still wobbly. "Look at you," he said, his voice low and appreciative. "Thoroughly fucked and still gorgeous." I brushed my hair out of my face, feeling the flush on my cheeks. "Is that your professional assessment, Mr. Knight?" He laughed, tucking himself back into his pants with practiced ease. "Very professional. I should add it to your performance review." "Please don't," I said, but I couldn't help smiling. Alexander moved toward me, his hand reaching out to cup my face. His thumb traced my lower lip, still swollen from his kisses. "You're something else, Madison Harper," he murmured before leaning in to kiss me. His lips were softer than they had any right to be, moving against mine with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the rough fucking we'd just engaged in. I melted into the kiss, my hands finding their way to his chest. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark with ren