MadisonWe took the private elevator down to the parking garage. A sleek black car waited in his reserved spot. "No John today?" I asked as he opened the passenger door for me. He slid into the driver's seat with practiced grace. "Not today. I thought I'd drive us myself. We're going out for breakfast." "Where to?" I settled into the buttery leather seat, trying not to think about how the soft fabric of my dress had ridden up slightly. "You'll see." His hand found my knee, thumb tracing circles on my skin. "I know a place." The casual intimacy of his touch made my breath catch. Even this simple contact felt charged after our morning activities. His fingers crept higher, pushing the hem of my dress up incrementally. "Mr. Knight," I whispered, but it came out more like a plea than a protest. His hand slid up my thigh, fingers brushing against the fabric of my panties. He rubbed my pussy lightly, making me gasp. The lace felt suddenly too thin, too revealing under his touch. "You
MadisonI ducked into the fitting room, grateful for a moment alone to catch my breath. The midnight blue dress hung elegantly on its hanger, taunting me. I emerged a few minutes later, tugging at the hem. "I think it's too short." His eyes traveled slowly up my legs. "It's perfect." "But—" "Try the next one." I grabbed a conservative black dress with long sleeves and a high neckline. His expression darkened when I showed him. "No." "What's wrong with it?" "You look like you're going to a funeral." He shook his head. "Next." The emerald green wrap dress seemed safe enough. Until I realized how deeply the neckline had plunged. "Mr. Knight!" I crossed my arms over my chest. "This is completely inappropriate for work." "Who said anything about work?" His lips curved into that infuriating smirk. "But you're right – that shade doesn't suit you." I let out a huff of frustration as I returned to the fitting room, discarding the emerald green dress. This whole ordeal felt more lik
MadisonI studied the familiar face before me, recognition dawning. "Nolan! Oh my gosh, I haven't seen you since college!" Nolan beamed. "The one and only! You disappeared after graduation - what have you been up to?" I felt Alexander's presence behind me like a storm cloud. "I've been working at Knight Industries." I gestured to Alexander, whose expression remained unreadable. "This is Mr. Knight, my boss. Mr. Knight, this is Nolan Parker - we were study partners." "Study partners?" Alexander's tone carried a weight I couldn't quite decipher. Nolan laughed. "Yeah, Madison here saved my butt in that class. I was terrible at case studies, but she could analyze them in her sleep." "Really?" Alexander's eyebrow arched with interest. "Madison never mentioned her academic achievements." I shifted uncomfortably between them. "It wasn't anything special-" "Are you kidding?" Nolan interrupted. "She graduated top of our class. Could've had her pick of jobs, but she wanted to start from
MadisonHis mouth moved back to mine, kissing me deeply as his hands worked to unzip his pants. I felt his cock spring free, hot and hard against my thigh. He broke the kiss, reaching into his pocket to pull out a condom. Alexander tore open the condom wrapper with his teeth, his eyes never leaving mine. "You ready for this?" he growled, rolling the latex onto his impressive length. I swallowed hard, nodding. A wicked grin spread across his face. "Good girl." He lifted me slightly, positioning himself at my entrance. "Because I'm about to fuck you like you've never been fucked before." With one swift motion, he thrust into me, filling me completely. I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders as I adjusted to his size. "Fuck, you're tight," he groaned, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks. "Your pussy feels incredible." He started moving, his hips driving up into me with force. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body, his cock hitting all the right spots.
MadisonThe elevator dinged open to our floor, and Alexander strode out first, leaving me to trail behind him like the good assistant I was supposed to be. My legs still felt wobbly, and sitting at my desk proved interesting. The day crawled by in a blur of emails and phone calls. When I walked in, the office cafeteria buzzed with the usual crowd. The coffee machine hummed as I filled my cup with just a splash of cream. I found an empty table near the window, away from the main crowd. Thanks to this morning's activities, my muscles ached in places I didn't know could ache. I shifted in my seat, wincing slightly, and sipped my coffee. "Did you see what she's wearing?" A voice carried from two tables over. I kept my eyes fixed on my phone, pretending to check emails, but my ears perked up. "That dress? Yeah, I noticed." Another voice chimed in. "Looks expensive." "It's totally fake. Have you seen her wardrobe? All knockoffs." I tried to ignore the whispers, focusing on my coffee
MadisonHis hand slipped further up, brushing against the lace of my panties. "I can already imagine it," he said, his voice almost a purr. "You bent over this desk, your ass in the air, begging for my cock." I bit my lip to stifle a moan as his fingers teased along the edge of my panties. "I'd start slow," he continued, sliding one finger along the damp fabric. "Make you beg for it. Make you plead until you're dripping wet and desperate for me." His words painted vivid pictures in my mind, making my breathing hard. "And then I'd fuck you hard and fast," he said, pressing against me so I could feel the hardness straining against his pants. "Pound into you until you're screaming for more." He slipped a finger inside the waistband of my panties, pulling them down just enough to expose me to the cool air. "But I'll wait," he said, pulling back slightly but keeping his grip on me firm. "Tonight." His eyes bore into mine with an intensity that left no room for argument. "I'll make
MadisonThe cab rolled to a stop in front of the towering glass building. I glanced at my phone - 8:02 PM. Alexander had texted earlier about sending his car, but I must have missed his message between visiting Mom and rushing home to change. I handed cash to the driver, stepped out into the cool evening air, and smoothed down my jeans. After a day in that designer dress, the soft cotton t-shirt felt like coming home. Though knowing Mr. Knight, these comfortable clothes wouldn't stay on long. Heat crept up my neck at the thought. Focus, Madison. The doorman nodded as I entered the marble lobby, my sneakers squeaking against the polished floor. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other as I stood before his penthouse door. My finger hovered over the doorbell, and my heart thumped against my ribs. The hallway felt too quiet, too exposed. The chime echoed inside, and I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. My T-shirt suddenly felt too casual, my jeans too plain. But he'd
MadisonI gently placed the photo face-down again. This was just business - an arrangement. Whatever past relationships he had weren't my concern. Still, the image of his tender expression lingered in my mind. "Focus, Madison," I whispered to my reflection. The woman staring back looked like a stranger - all smoky eyes and red lips. The dress left nothing to the imagination, exactly how Alexander liked it. I took a deep breath and stepped out of the closet. The penthouse was eerily quiet except for the faint hum of the city below. My bare feet made no sound on the marble floors as I went to the balcony. The cool evening air hit my exposed skin, raising goosebumps along my arms. The city lights sparkled below, a dazzling carpet of stars brought down to earth. Even after all these visits, the view still took my breath away. Alexander stood at the railing, his back to me. The city wind ruffled his hair, his shirt pulled tight across his shoulders as he leaned forward. He hadn't hear
MadisonI spent Friday night buried in real estate books instead of buried under Alexander Knight. Progress, I suppose."Understanding Commercial Property Development" stared back at me from my coffee table, mocking me with its heft and academic tone. I'd made it through twenty pages before my eyes glazed over. The stack of books Alexander had given me loomed like a paper Tower of Babel."Okay, Madison," I muttered, cracking open the book again. "You can memorize marketing strategies and quarterly projections. You can handle a little real estate jargon."Three hours and one cup of coffee later, I'd filled half a notebook with terms I needed to Google: cap rates, NOI calculations, and tenant improvement allowances. My brain felt like it was trying to learn Mandarin overnight.I fell asleep with "Commercial Real Estate Finance Fundamentals" open on my chest, dreaming of buildings that kept changing shape every time I tried to appraise them.Saturday morning arrived with sunshine streami
MadisonI forced a laugh, hoping it didn't sound as strained as it felt. "Mr. Knight? Are you insane?" "Come on! The way he looks at you during meetings..." "Because I'm his PA. That's literally my job - to anticipate his needs and be available when he needs something." Oh, if she only knew just how available I'd been lately. "Professional needs, sure," Hazel smirked. "But have you seen how he watches you when you leave a room? Trust me, that man is thinking about more than quarterly reports." "You're drunk." I grabbed her wine glass before she could spill it. "And delusional. Mr. Knight is my boss. End of story." "But-" "No buts." I cut her off, setting both our glasses on the coffee table. "Tell me one thing - have you actually seen him up close? Like, really seen him?" Hazel flopped back against the cushions. "Well, no. But I've seen him in magazines, newspapers, all over social media. Plus, that one time I came to meet you for lunch, I saw him walking down the hall." "Exac
MadisonJenny and Audrey sprawled across Hazel's plush carpet, sharing stories about their latest Tinder disasters. I kept quiet, sipping my drink and letting their chatter wash over me. "And then he had the audacity to ask if I wanted to split the check after he ordered the most expensive steak on the menu," Jenny groaned, waving her glass for emphasis. "Like, hello? You invited me!" "At least yours showed up," Audrey countered. "Mine texted five minutes before saying his 'energy wasn't aligned with the universe tonight' and he needed to 'recalibrate his chakras.'" I snorted into my drink. "What does that even mean?" "It means he found someone hotter to hook up with," Hazel said, refilling everyone's glasses except mine. She gave me a questioning look, but I covered my drink with my hand. "One's my limit tonight. I have those project proposals to review tomorrow." Jenny rolled her eyes. "Your boss is a slave driver." If only they knew what kind of "driving" he actually did. "
MadisonThe books on his desk caught my eye again—a reminder of the real work ahead. My arms already ached at the thought of carrying them. At least he was investing in my professional growth, even if his personal demands kept escalating by the day. "I remember everything from the document, Mr. Knight." I reached for the heavy books, stacking them against my chest. "I'll spend Saturday with my mom and be yours on Sunday." The words slipped out before I could catch them. Yours. As if I belonged to him. "But how am I supposed to learn all this material if I'm always at your beck and call?" "Yes, you need to learn these. I'll leave this weekend to you. Come to my penthouse Sunday evening." "Thank you for giving me time to study." The words came out more sarcastic than intended, but I couldn't help it. The nerve of this man. 'Giving me time.' Like he was some benevolent king bestowing favors upon his subjects. Next thing you know, he'd want a parade thrown in his honor for allowing me
Madison"Mr. Knight," I kept my voice steady and professional. "I appreciate the alternative, but I'd prefer to continue as project manager." I met his gaze. "The project won't break ground for weeks, giving me time to study and prepare. Plus..." I allowed a small smile. "I have an excellent mentor to guide me, don't I?" His eyes darkened at my words that familiar heat returning to his expression. "Mentor?" I gestured to the books. "You wouldn't have assigned me if you didn't think I could handle it." "True." He moved closer, his cologne making my head swim. "But handling multiple positions can be challenging." I bit my lip to keep from smirking at his innuendo. "I'm becoming quite skilled at juggling different positions." His sharp intake of breath told me my words had hit their mark. Score one for the PA. "Some positions require extensive practice." "I'm a quick learner, Mr. Knight." I kept my voice steady and professional, even as heat bloomed across my cheeks. My mind race
MadisonThe clock struck six as I finished filing the last contract. My body ached in places that had nothing to do with sitting at a desk all day. The memory of Alexander taking me in his car made my cheeks flush. I needed a hot shower and definitely had to check the damage - my ass still tingled from where he'd spanked me. "Ms. Harper." His voice crackled through the intercom. "Come in here before you leave." I sighed. What now? If he wanted my panties again, he'd have to work for it. I knocked and entered his office. Alexander sat behind his desk, focused on his computer screen. "Close the door." He didn't look up from whatever document held his attention. I did as told, hovering near his desk. "You needed something, Mr. Knight?" His fingers flew across the keyboard. The sound of typing filled the silence. Was this some new game? Make me wait while he finishes work? A knock interrupted my thoughts. "Come in," Alexander called out, still not looking up from his screen. A ta
MadisonI walked toward the restaurant entrance, my legs still trembling from our intense encounter in the car. The feel of Alexander's cock stretching me, filling me so perfectly, lingered with every step. My pussy throbbed, reminding me how thoroughly he'd fucked me. The sound of his car pulling away made me pause. Some "girlfriend" I turned out to be - getting fucked in his car then dropped off alone while he rushed to lunch with his family. Not that I cared. This wasn't a real relationship. Just a business arrangement with incredible sex benefits. I smoothed my skirt, wincing at the delicious soreness between my legs. My panties felt damp against my skin - the ones he'd made me beg to have back after stealing them earlier. Bastard probably got off on that power play. The way he'd commanded me to ride him, his hands gripping my hips as I bounced on his thick cock... Fuck. My nipples hardened at the memory of his mouth on them, how he'd made me come so hard I saw stars. "Focus,"
AlexanderI settled back into my chair, catching Scarlett's predatory smile. Her foot traced up my leg again under the table. "The tiramisu for everyone," Grandfather announced to the waiter. "And bring my grandson a double portion." "Really, I don't-" "Hush," Grandmother interrupted. "You're too thin. A growing boy needs sustenance." "I'm thirty-two," I muttered, but the tiramisu appeared before further protests could be made. Scarlett leaned forward, giving me another calculated view of her cleavage as she "accidentally" dropped her napkin. "Could you get that for me?" I ignored her, focusing on my dessert while Uncle James launched into another story about his golf game. Scarlett's foot continued its journey up my leg, but I shifted away, trapping her ankle between my feet. Her eyes widened at being caught. "More coffee?" the waiter asked. "Please," I said, releasing Scarlett's foot with a warning squeeze. Her cheeks flushed - whether from embarrassment or arousal, I didn't
Alexander"Alexander!" My aunt Patricia waved enthusiastically. "Come sit by us!" I made my way around the table, nodding to various family members. Uncle James and his wife Susan, cousin Michael with his new girlfriend, Grandmother Eleanor looking regal as ever, Grandfather William pretending to study the menu he'd memorized years ago. My stepbrother Henry slouched in his chair, probably nursing a hangover. "You're late," Father stated as I took my seat. "Traffic." I signaled the waiter for a scotch. "Scarlett, what an unexpected surprise." She smiled sweetly. "Georgia invited me. Hope you don't mind." "Of course not," Madelyn chimed in. "Scarlett's practically family." I caught Georgia's smirk behind her water glass. This wasn't a coincidence - they were up to something. "How's business, son?" Father asked, cutting through the tension. "Business is strong as ever. The merger-" "Always business, always money!" Grandfather William dropped his menu with a dramatic flourish. "W