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 preten
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." "Fine, fine.
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
MadisonI fidgeted with my purse strap as John navigated the evening traffic. Alexander sat beside me, his presence making the back seat feel impossibly small. The leather seats squeaked as I shifted, trying to maintain a professional distance. The city lights blurred past the tinted windows as we drove. I kept my eyes fixed ahead, pretending to be fascinated by the brake lights of the cars in front of us. My mind was elsewhere, tangled in confusion about why Alexander had decided to take me out for dinner. It wasn't like him to suggest such things, especially not in the midst of a busy week. Then I felt his hand on my thigh, warm through the thin fabric of my skirt. My breath caught. "The driver," I whispered, mortified. My eyes darted to John's reflection in the rearview mirror. Alexander's hand stayed put, his thumb tracing small circles that sent shivers up my spine. My face burned hot enough to melt steel. "John's focused on the road." His voice dropped low, meant only for m
MadisonAfter dinner, he took me to a rooftop bar with a view that made me gasp. The entire Strip stretched out before us, a glittering carnival of lights and possibility. "Like it?" he asked, pressing against my back as we stood at the railing. "It's beautiful." "Not as beautiful as you." His lips brushed my ear. I turned slightly to look at him, our faces inches apart. "You always know what to say, don't you?" His grin was positively wicked. "Only when it's true." We left the rooftop bar and strolled down the bustling streets of Las Vegas. The city buzzed with energy, a sensory overload of neon lights, music, and laughter. Alexander's hand found the small of my back, guiding me through the crowd with an ease that spoke of his confidence. We made our way to the front of the Bellagio Hotel, where a crowd had gathered to watch the famous fountain show. As the music started and the water danced in sync with it, I couldn't help but be mesmerized. The jets of water shot high into
MadisonI opened my eyes, half dazed with pleasure and half frustrated at being denied release. But any protest was lost as I watched him tear open a condom packet with his teeth, eyes never leaving mine. "Turn around," he growled, low and rough. I obeyed, heart racing as I got onto all fours. The bedspread felt smooth beneath my hands. I felt him behind me, positioning himself, the blunt head of his cock pressing insistently at my entrance. Without warning, he thrust into me with one smooth stroke, filling me completely. "Oh fuck, yes," I cried out, relishing the delicious stretch. "Goddamn," he muttered, gripping my hips. "You're so tight, Madison." He started to move, setting a blistering pace that had me gripping the bedspread for dear life. His cock stretched me, reaching places inside me that left me breathless and wanting. He spanked my ass, the sharp sting making me gasp and arch back against him. "Again," I pleaded, surprising even myself. He obliged, landing another
MadisonHe broke the kiss just long enough to yank off his shirt, revealing his sculpted chest and abs. "Goddamn," I muttered under my breath before I could stop myself. He chuckled darkly. "Like what you see?" "Yeah," I admitted, running my hands over his smooth skin. "Very much." "Good." He pulled me back into another kiss, one hand tangling in my hair while the other slid between my legs. His fingers found my clit through the thin fabric of the thong and started rubbing slow circles that made me gasp. "You're so wet already," he murmured against my lips. "I can feel it." His words sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. I moaned as his fingers continued their relentless assault on my clit, each touch driving me closer to the edge. "You like that?" he asked, his voice husky. "Yes," I panted. "Oh god, yes." He pushed the thong aside and slid two fingers inside me, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot that made stars explode behind my eyes. "Fuck!" I cried out
MadisonI hung up the phone, rolling my eyes at Alexander's commanding tone. My fingers tightened around the phone as I started walking back to the resort. Trust him to cut my exploring short with his demands. "Ten minutes," I mimicked under my breath, dodging a group of tourists. "Clock's ticking." The man was insatiable. We'd already spent half the morning tangled in his sheets, and here he was, ordering me back like some horny teenager. The memory of his hands on my body made the heat pool low in my belly. "No, stop that," I scolded myself, quickening my pace. "You're supposed to be annoyed with him." I was actually enjoying myself before his call. The fountains had been spectacular, and I'd spotted at least three shops I wanted to explore. But no - Alexander couldn't wait another hour or two. I sighed, watching another spectacular burst from the fountains. The water danced in perfect synchronization, creating shapes I'd never imagined possible. A cool mist drifted over, offer
AlexanderLeo squinted at the footage. "Could be anyone. Friend, maybe?" Rick snorted. "Friend? Please. I've worked security in Vegas long enough to know what's what. That's your classic one-night special right there." He clicked through different camera angles. "You rich folks come here thinking you're being discrete, but trust me - we see everything. The walk of shame is practically a morning ritual around here. Though usually they're gone before sunrise, not..." He checked the timestamp again. "Seven-fifteen." "Fascinating documentary on Vegas dating habits, Rick." I straightened up, my mind already piecing together a different puzzle. "But I think we're barking up the wrong tree here." Leo raised an eyebrow. "You getting that feeling too?" "Come on." I headed for the door, Leo following close behind. Once we were clear of the security room, I stopped. "Maybe we're looking at this all wrong." "What do you mean?" Leo's brow furrowed. "Think about it. We're assuming she's invol
MadisonI flopped back on the couch, my body still humming with unfulfilled desire. "Really?" I muttered to the empty room. "Right in the middle of... that?" I glanced at the money in my hand, counting the crisp bills. Nine hundred dollars. Alexander had handed it over like a pocket change, barely giving it a second thought. "Who just casually hands out hundreds like that?" I shook my head, smoothing out the bills. The gesture touched me, though - he wanted to ensure I'd be safe exploring independently. Despite our arrangement, he showed genuine concern. A small smile crept across my face as I remembered how he'd kissed me before rushing out. Even in his hurry, he'd reminded me to call if anything happened. "It's just business," I reminded myself firmly, though my racing heart suggested otherwise. He was simply being practical, ensuring his "girlfriend" was taken care of while he handled whatever urgent matter Leo had called about. "Focus, Madison," I muttered. "This is just an a
MadisonHe spanked me again, harder this time. The sting was intense, but the pleasure that followed was even more so. "Fuck, Madison," he groaned, his hands gripping my ass tightly. "You should see how red your ass is. It's fucking beautiful." He spanked me again, his hand lingering on my skin. "This ass is mine," he growled. "Mine to touch, mine to spank, mine to fuck." I could feel the heat of his gaze, the intensity of his desire. His hand slid down, cupping my ass cheek, squeezing it hard. I bit my lip, stifling a moan. He leaned over me, his breath hot on my ear. "You feel that, Madison? You feel what you do to me?" He pressed his hips against me, and I could feel his cock, hard and thick, rubbing against my ass through his pants. A shiver ran down my spine, and I nodded, unable to find my voice. "You want this cock, don't you?" His voice was a low rumble, filled with lust and dominance. "You want me to fuck you with it, don't you?" I took a deep breath, my heart pounding
MadisonI stepped further into the suite, my footsteps barely audible on the plush carpet. The murmur of voices grew clearer as I rounded the corner into the living area. There was Alexander, sitting in his usual commanding pose in the armchair, exuding an air of authority that was impossible to ignore. Abigail lounged on the couch as she owned it, her perfectly styled hair cascading over her shoulders and her designer dress hugging her figure flawlessly. My stomach clenched at the sight of her, a mix of jealousy and confusion swirling within me. When did Abigail come to the resort? Did Alexander invite her? I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, though I wasn't entirely sure why. It wasn't like Alexander and I had any romantic relationship, yet seeing Abigail comfortably settled on the couch made me uneasy. Alexander's eyes found mine immediately. "Miss Harper. Sit." He gestured to the empty chair across from him. I perched on the edge of the seat, hyper-aware of Abigail's
AlexanderI kept my expression neutral, though my mind raced through possible ways to get rid of her before Madison returned."I'm waiting for my friend, Leo." I leaned against the doorframe, deliberately blocking the entrance.Abigail's perfectly manicured fingers traced the neckline of her dress. "Really? I could have sworn you were expecting someone else." Her smile widened. "Perhaps me?""No, definitely Leo." I checked my watch, playing up the busy executive act. "He should be here any minute.""Oh, come now, Alexander." She stepped closer, her perfume wafting between us - too strong, too artificial. "Is there someone inside? Don't you want to invite me in for old time's sake?"I weighed my options. Leaving her in the hallway might draw more attention, and the last thing I needed was gossip about me entertaining women."Not like that, Abigail." I stepped aside, gesturing her in with calculated indifference. "But please, come in."She sashayed past me, her hips swaying with practic