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 presence behin
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 reso
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 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
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