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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
MadisonHe gripped my hips, his cock pressing against my entrance from behind.He thrust into me, his cock filling me completely. I gasped, my fingers gripping the railing, my knuckles turning white. He began to move, his hips slapping against my ass, the sound echoing off the balcony walls."Fuck, you look so good bent over like this," he groaned, his hands sliding up my back, gripping my shoulders for leverage.I moaned, my body rocking back to meet his thrusts. He felt so good, so deep. The city lights blurred below me, the world reduced to the feeling of his cock inside me, his hands on my body, his breath hot on my neck.He leaned down, his chest pressing against my back, his lips brushing against my ear. "You like this, don't you?" he murmured. "You like being fucked like a naughty little girl."I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps. "Yes," I whispered.He chuckled, a dark, delicious sound.He began to move faster, his cock slamming into me, his balls slapping against my cli
MadisonI woke to sunlight streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows, my body deliciously sore in places I'd forgotten existed. The silk sheets whispered against my bare skin as I stretched, wincing at the pleasant ache between my legs. The other side of the bed was empty, the sheets cold. No sign of Alexander. "Ow," I muttered, sitting up carefully. My thighs protested the movement, and I discovered new bruises blooming on my hips - perfect imprints of his fingers. Heat crept up my neck as memories from last night flooded back. The way he'd pinned me against the railing, his mouth trailing down my spine, his commands whispered in my ear... I flopped back onto the pillows, covering my face with my hands. What had gotten into me? The shy, sensible Madison Harper I knew would never have begged a man to-. No. Not going there. The mirror across the room caught my attention, and I couldn't help but gasp at my reflection. My hair was a wild mess, and his kisses kept my lips still swol
AlexanderI stepped back from Madison, her legs still dangling off my kitchen counter, the silk robe barely covering what I'd thoroughly explored last night. The sight of her there, disheveled and marked by my attention, tested my self-control. "Alex! Where are you, man?" Anthony's voice boomed through the speaker. I ran a hand through my hair, pacing toward the living room. "At home. What do you want?" "Home? Since when have you skipped morning meetings?" He laughed. "Listen, we're getting everyone together next Sunday for dinner. The usual crew." My jaw clenched. I knew exactly what 'the usual crew' meant - Anthony's rotating collection of eligible socialites he kept trying to set me up with. "Dinner on Next Sunday? Can't make it." "Come on-" "And while we're at it, stop with the matchmaking attempts. I'm not interested." I caught a glimpse of Madison shifting on the counter, the robe sliding higher. Fuck. "Matchmaking? It's just dinner, you paranoid bastard." Anthony's
AlexanderI strode into my bedroom, drawn by the thought of Madison naked in my shower. The sound of running water grew louder as I approached the bathroom. My hand paused on the door handle - unlocked. A grin spread across my face. "Someone's feeling brave," I muttered, pushing the door open. Steam filled the massive bathroom, fogging the mirrors and glass shower walls. Through the haze, I caught glimpses of Madison's curves as she stood under the rainfall showerhead, water cascading down her body. I pulled my t-shirt over my head, tossing it aside. "Forgot to lock the door, sweetheart?" She spun around, water droplets flying. Her hands flew up to cover herself, which was fucking adorable considering what we'd been doing all night. "Mr. Knight! I-I didn't mean to-" "Didn't mean to what?" I stepped out of my shorts, my cock already hard from the sight of her. "Leave the door unlocked while you're wet and naked in my shower?" Her cheeks flushed pink. "It wasn't intentional." I
AlexanderI stared at the real estate project files spread across my desk, running calculations for the new development in my head. The numbers looked promising, but something about the location nagged at me. My phone buzzed. Leo's name flashed on the screen. "Tell me you found something," I said, leaning back in my chair. "Bad news, man. No one else got drugged that night. I checked hospital records, talked to event staff, and even bribed a few waiters. You were the only target." "Fuck." I pinched the bridge of my nose. "The footage was useless, too. Whoever did this knew exactly where the cameras were." "Smart bastards. Must have cased the place beforehand." "Yeah, but their plan failed," I smirked, remembering how I'd made it straight to my penthouse instead of wherever they'd intended. "They probably wanted me incapacitated somewhere specific. Instead, I went home and..." Madison's face flashed in my mind, making my cock twitch at the memory. "And what?" Leo's voice dripped
Madison"Oh, before I forget!" I straightened up, remembering my upcoming trip. "I'll be heading to Las Vegas for work. But don't worry - Hazel's promised to check on you regularly while I'm gone." "Las Vegas?" Mom's eyes sparkled with interest. "Now that's what I'm talking about! Finally, some excitement in your life." "Mom, it's a business trip." "Business in the day, pleasure at night." She waggled her eyebrows. "What happens in Vegas-" "Don't you dare finish that sentence?" I shot her a warning look. "And please, for the love of everything holy, stop trying to set me up with every breathing male within a ten-mile radius." Hazel snorted. "Including her boss." "Especially my boss!" "Oh, come on." Mom adjusted her pillow, grinning like a teenager with gossip. "A girl can dream, can't she? Besides, what else am I supposed to do all day?" "Read a book? Do your physical therapy exercises? Actually, rest and recover?" "Boring!" She waved dismissively. "Matchmaking keeps me young
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