MadisonThe warmth of his body against mine felt impossibly good. Even through the silk pajamas, his heat radiated into my skin. My stomach growled again, and I felt his chest rumble with quiet laughter. "Sounds like someone worked up quite an appetite." His fingers traced circles on my hip through the silk. I buried my face in his chest, hiding my smile. "Well, someone kept me rather busy today." "Mmm. And I plan to keep you even busier later." His hand slid lower, making me shiver. The casual way he ordered ridiculously expensive food for me, the protective arm around my waist, and the gentle teasing felt so natural. It was like we were actually dating, not just fulfilling an arrangement. I had to keep reminding myself that this was business, nothing more. No matter how right it felt when he held me like this or how my heart fluttered when he smiled at me, I couldn't let myself forget the truth. This was a deal we'd made, plain and simple. Even if it was getting harder and hard
MadisonIn the mirror, I watched his eyes darken as he nuzzled my neck. "You look delicious in pajamas." One hand slid up to cup my breast through the silk. "But I think I prefer you without them." The bathroom suddenly felt too small, too hot. I needed air. "I'm going to step out onto the balcony." I ducked under his arm, escaping his heated embrace. The cool night air hit my flushed skin as I stepped outside. Fifty floors up, Las Vegas spread out before me like a glittering carpet of stars. I gripped the railing, trying to steady my racing heart. The sounds of the Strip drifted up - music, laughter, the occasional car horn. Standing here in silk pajamas felt surreal, my body still humming from his touch while normal life continued below. "Planning to jump?" His amused voice came from behind me. "Just enjoying the view." "So am I." His response made it clear he wasn't talking about the cityscape. I kept my eyes fixed on the lights below, painfully aware of his presen
MadisonHe positioned himself behind me, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. But he didn't push in, just held himself there, teasing me with what I so desperately wanted. I couldn't help but push back, desperate for more. "Mr. Knight, please..." "Please what, Madison?" His voice was a low growl. "You need to be specific." "Please fuck me." He chuckled darkly, and then he pushed in, filling me inch by inch. The stretch was exquisite, the fullness overwhelming. I let out a breathy moan as he bottomed out inside me. "Goddamn, you're tight," he groaned. He pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, setting a brutal pace that left me gasping for air. His hands gripped my hips hard enough to leave bruises as he pounded into me from behind. "Fuck, Madison," he growled. "You feel so fucking good." Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body. My fingers dug into the couch cushions for support as he fucked me harder and faster. "You like this cock s
Madison"I should go brush my teeth," I said, trying to break the tension between us. Before I could slip away, his arm snaked around my waist, pulling me onto his lap in one fluid motion. The silk sheets tangled around us as I landed against his chest with a small yelp. "Where do you think you're running off to?" His breath tickled my ear. "We have no schedule today, remember?" I shifted on his lap, very aware of his growing hardness beneath me. "Well, then maybe we should make one. How about exploring Las Vegas? I've never really seen the city." "As tempting as that sounds," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear, "I have a different itinerary in mind." I felt his hands tighten around my waist, pulling me even closer. "I want to stay right here with you," he whispered. "I want to fuck you on every surface of this suite. The bed, the shower, the couch... hell, even the balcony and kitchen." His words were like gasoline on an already roaring fire. I could feel my body res
MadisonHis hands slid down to my ass, gripping the flesh tightly. I yelped as he delivered a sharp slap to one cheek; the sting only heightened my arousal. He did it again, the sound echoing through the room, mixing with our ragged breaths and moans. "Mr. Knight," I breathed, my voice shaky as I continued to ride him. His cock filled me completely, hitting all the right spots, driving me wild. He chuckled, the sound low and wicked. "You like that, don't you? A little bit of pain with your pleasure." I couldn't deny it. Every slap sent a jolt of electricity straight to my clit, pushing me closer to the edge. I leaned forward, my hands on his shoulders, my breasts pressing against his chest as I rode him harder, faster. His mouth found mine, his kiss hungry and demanding. I opened up to him, our tongues clashing, our breaths mingling. He tasted like sin and desire, a heady combination that had me reeling. One of his hands slipped between us, his fingers finding my clit. He rubbed
MadisonI took a bite, the perfectly poached egg bursting in my mouth. Despite my nervousness, I had to admit the food was incredible. Alexander's voice cut through my thoughts. "Enjoying your breakfast?" His eyes glinted with amusement as if he knew exactly what he was doing to me. "Yes, it's delicious," I replied, focusing on my plate. "Good. I like watching you eat." He took a leisurely sip of his coffee, his gaze never leaving me. "Especially when you're trying so hard to concentrate." Heat crept up my neck again. "It's just really good food," I said, steadying my voice. He smirked. "Is that so? Or are you just avoiding looking at me because you remember what we started in the car earlier?" I swallowed hard, refusing to rise to his bait. Instead, I took another bite of my eggs benedict. "We left something unfinished back there." His foot brushed against my leg again under the table. "I'm more than willing to continue now." "Mr. Knight," I warned softly, glancing around the
MadisonThe drive back to the resort was quiet, but Alexander's hand never left my thigh. His fingers traced lazy circles on my skin, inching higher with each pass until I had to cross my legs to maintain my composure. "Las Vegas is beautiful at night," he said, his breath hot against my ear. "The lights, the energy... I want to show you everything." His hand squeezed my thigh. "We could go out this evening and explore the city." I tried to focus on the passing scenery instead of how his touch made my body react. "That sounds nice, Mr. Knight." "The view from the High Roller is spectacular." His fingers dipped between my thighs. "Though not as spectacular as the view I had this morning." Heat flooded my cheeks as memories of our morning activities flashed through my mind. "I should call my mother when we get back," I said, attempting to change the subject. "Check how she's doing." "Of course. Take all the time you need." His hand finally retreated as the car pulled up to the
AlexanderI leaned close to Madison's ear, letting my breath tickle her skin. "Don't keep me waiting too long. You know how impatient I get." The way her body tensed at my words sent a rush of satisfaction through me. I strode toward the elevators, my cock already hardening at the thought of what I'd do to her when she came up. The doors slid shut, leaving me alone with my imagination. Visions of Madison writhing beneath me, her soft moans echoing in my ears, had my blood pumping faster. The elevator doors slid open, and I stepped out, adjusting my suit jacket. My mind still swirled with thoughts of Madison - her soft skin, those little whimpers she made when I touched her just right. The plush carpet muffled my footsteps as I strode down the hallway. I slowed as I approached my suite, noticing the door to 5019 directly across from mine. Abigail's suite. What were the fucking odds? "Coincidence, my ass," I muttered, recalling our encounter at the bar. Abigail had always calculated
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