MadisonThe doors slid open on the next floor. A few people shuffled out, and others squeezed in. Alexander's hand lifted briefly, only to return once the doors closed again. This time, his fingers dug in, kneading gently. What was he doing in this elevator anyway? He had his own private one, for Christ's sake. Yet here he was, playing grab-ass in a crowd of clueless coworkers. I wanted to kill him. Another floor, another shuffle of bodies. Someone stepped back, pushing me further into Alexander. His hard cock slid against me, a steely length that sent sparks dancing up my spine. I gasped, disguising it as a cough. The woman next to me shot me a concerned glance. I managed a weak smile, my face burning. He shifted slightly, cock pressing deeper into the cleft of my ass. I could feel every inch of him, hot and heavy. My breath hitched, my nipples tightening into hard points. They rubbed against my bra, sensitive and aching. I was a mess of sensation, caught between disgust and desi
MadisonHis fingers slid beneath the fabric of my panties, and I gasped, the sound escaping before I could stop it. Heat pooled low in my belly, spreading like wildfire. I wanted to push him away, to tell him this was inappropriate. Instead, I found myself arching into his touch. "What are you doing?" I managed to whisper, though my resolve wavered with each stroke of his fingers. "Making sure you understand your new role," he replied, his voice a dark promise. "My new role?" My breath hitched as his fingers dipped lower, teasing the edge of my most sensitive spot. "I thought we were discussing the schedule." "Oh, we will," he said with a smirk. "But first things first." His fingers brushed against my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I bit my lip to stifle a moan. This was madness. We were in his office, for crying out loud! "Mr. Knight, please—" My protest turned into a moan as he pressed harder. "You're wet," he observed, his tone almost clinical. "And don't
AlexanderThe morning sun beat down as John pulled up to Café Laurent. "I'll call when I'm done." I straightened my tie and stepped onto the sidewalk. The hostess practically tripped over herself, leading me to Leo's table. He sat in the corner booth, already nursing what looked like his second espresso. "You're late." Leo didn't look up from his phone. "Traffic." I slid into the leather booth across from him. "Or maybe I just enjoy making you wait." A waitress materialized at our table, pen poised. "Your usual, Mr. Knight?" "Black coffee." Once she left, I pulled out my tablet and pulled up the footage I'd been reviewing. "Take a look at this." I swiped through the footage, zooming in on a particular sequence. "See this woman here? She keeps showing up." Leo leaned forward, squinting at the screen. "Timestamp?" "First appearance at 7:47 PM." I tapped the screen, pointing to a blonde in a red dress hovering near the bar. "Then again at 7:55 near the restrooms." "Could be a
AlexanderScarlett's smile faltered for a split second. "Fine. Let's talk business." She pulled out a tablet from her designer bag. "I've been looking at expansion opportunities in Europe and Asia. The markets are ripe for-" "No." I turned back to my laptop. "You didn't even look at the projections." "Don't need to. The board's already made their position clear." She huffed, sliding off my desk. "The board is full of old men stuck in their ways. With your support-" "The board," I cut her off, "consists of experienced investors who've been in this game longer than you've been alive. And they're right - your expansion plan is too aggressive." "Our profits are up 300% from last year!" "And instead of paying dividends, you're burning through cash like it's going out of style." I leaned back in my chair. "What happens when one of your gambles doesn't pay off? When a market crashes or a competitor undercuts you?" "That won't happen." "Really? You have a crystal ball I don'
AlexanderI straightened up, pressing my hard cock against her. She gasped, pushing back against me. I chuckled, grinding into her. "You feel that? That's what you do to me." I reached around, sliding my hand between her legs. She was already wet, her pussy slick and ready. "Looks like someone's eager," I murmured, circling her clit with my thumb. Madison squirmed, her breath coming in short gasps. "Mr. Knight, please..." "Please what?" I teased, sliding a finger inside her. She clenched around me, a soft moan escaping her lips. "Please fuck you? Please make you come all over my hand?" She pushed back against me, taking my finger deeper. "Yes," she whispered. "Yes, what?" I pulled out, adding another finger, stretching her. "Yes, please...fuck me." The words were barely audible, but they were all I needed. I grabbed a condom from my wallet, tearing it open with my teeth. Madison watched over her shoulder as I rolled it onto my cock, her eyes wide. "Like what you see?
MadisonMy phone buzzed against my hip as I sorted through expense reports. The hospital's number flashed across the screen, sending my heart racing. "Miss Harper? We've received confirmation from Hallmark Hospital. They're ready to accept your mother's transfer today." I gripped the edge of my desk. "Today? That's wonderful. What time should I be there?" "The ambulance is scheduled for three PM. If you could arrive by two-thirty to handle the paperwork, that would be ideal." I glanced at the clock - one forty-five. "I'll be there. Thank you." After ending the call, I smoothed my skirt and walked to Alexander's office. I knocked softly. "Come in." His deep voice resonated from behind the heavy oak door. "I need to request a few hours off this afternoon." My fingers twisted together. "The hospital called. They're ready to transfer Mom to Hallmark." "Of course. Take the rest of the day." He reached for his phone. "I'll have John drive you." "That's not necessary. I can take a c
Madison"What? No!" I stood up, straightening my skirt. "Why would you think that?" "Because you're doing that thing with your hands." She pointed to where I was fidgeting with my sleeve. "You always do that when you're hiding something." I quickly dropped my hands. "There's no one, Mom. I'm just busy with work and... everything else." "Everything else being...?" "Make sure my mother rests instead of playing matchmaker from her hospital bed." She huffed dramatically. "Fine, fine. But just so you know, I wouldn't mind having a doctor for a son-in-law." "Mom!" "What? I'm just thinking ahead. Plus, imagine the family discount on medical care." I shook my head, trying not to laugh. "First day in a fancy hospital, and you're already trying to set me up with the staff." "Hey, a mother can dream." She adjusted her pillows. "Besides, did you see how gentle his hands were? Imagine those hands making you breakfast in the morning-" "Mom!" I covered my face. "Please stop." "F
AlexanderI lounged back in the plush leather chair, swirling the amber liquid in my crystal tumbler. The bar's dim lighting cast shadows across Leo's face as jazz music played softly. "Found anything interesting?" I knocked back the whiskey, savoring its smoky finish. Leo sprawled in his chair, loosening his tie. "Our mystery bartender's quite the traveler. Bounces between high-end events like a ping-pong ball. Originally from some dusty town in Texas. Gets hired for exclusive events, celebrity parties, that sort of thing." Leo flagged down a waitress. "Another round." "Find him. I want to know exactly what he was doing at the event." "Already on it." "What about our lady in red?" "Ah, your secret admirer?" Leo reached into his briefcase and pulled out a hard drive. "Got everything right here. Every frame, every angle, just like you asked. Give me two days, and I'll have our mystery woman's identity. After that, finding her will be child's play. One day, tops." The waitress se
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