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 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
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 hig
MadisonHis hands roamed over my exposed skin, caressing and teasing me until I was squirming with need. Then he stood up abruptly and moved to sit on the couch. "Kneel." I turned to face him and saw the fire in his eyes as he watched me lower myself to my knees in front of him. His cock strained against the fabric of his pants, and I licked my lips at the sight. "Take it out." My hands trembled slightly as I reached for his belt buckle. The leather was smooth and cool under my fingers as I unfastened it and then worked on the button and zipper of his pants. He lifted his hips slightly to help me pull them down, along with his boxers. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, and already leaking pre-cum at the tip. My mouth watered at the sight of it. "Suck," he commanded. I leaned forward eagerly, taking him into my mouth. The taste of him was intoxicating, salty, musky, and all-consuming. I hollowed out my cheeks and sucked hard, earning a groan from deep within his chest. "Fuck
MadisonI stepped out of the sleek black car, smoothing down my emerald silk dress, which clung elegantly to my curves. Tilting my head back, I took in the impressive glass and steel structure looming before me—a modern architectural masterpiece that seemed to pierce the evening sky. The building's illuminated facade cast a soft glow across the polished marble steps leading to its entrance. Alexander emerged from the other side, adjusting his perfectly tailored suit with practiced ease. His presence commanded attention without effort, and several heads turned as we approached the entrance. "Remember," he murmured as we walked, maintaining a professional distance. "Andrew likely drugged me that night. Keep your eyes open." "Should I be worried about my drink too?" I kept my voice low, matching his discretion. A ghost of a smile played at his lips. "I've arranged for Leo to watch the bartenders. Just focus on being my capable assistant who's here to take notes." The doorman checked
AlexanderI made my way across the crowded room, catching snippets of conversations about property values and market trends. Marcus Thompson stood near the floor-to-ceiling windows, deep in conversation with someone I recognized from the city planning commission. His animated gestures suggested he was in the middle of pitching another one of his grand ideas. I glanced back and spotted Madison observing the room with practiced discretion. The emerald dress I'd chosen for her drew appreciative glances, but she maintained her professional demeanor. Good girl. The way she carried herself tonight - poised yet reserved - made me want to drag her into one of the private rooms and mess up her perfect composure. Focus, Alexander. Business first. I turned my attention back to Marcus, who was gesturing animatedly about his latest development plans. The champagne in my hand remained untouched as I approached the small group gathered around him. "Mr. Knight!" Marcus's face lit up with enthusia
Alexander"I need to speak with Andrew about the next project." I straightened my tie, eager to change the subject. "Come on, man. These girls could help you forget about her." Leo wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "The blonde one's particularly flexible. She-" "For fuck's sake, Leo." I cut him off with a sharp look. "Focus on finding who drugged me. That's more important than your attempts to get me laid." "Fine, fine. But you're missing out. The redhead can-" "Leo." "Alright, alright." He chuckled, scanning the crowd. "But seriously, when's the last time you had some real fun?" I smirked at Leo. "I'm perfectly capable of entertaining myself without your suggestions. Let's drop this conversation." "Come on, you used to be more adventurous. Remember that time in Dubai with the yacht and those models?" I adjusted my cufflinks, keeping my expression neutral. "That was a different time. Right now, I need to focus on business and finding out who's trying to sabotage me." "Speaki
MadisonHe crossed the marble floor with that predatory grace that quickened my pulse. Several people tried to catch his attention, but he moved past them like they were invisible. His focus was entirely on me, and the intensity of his gaze made my skin tingle. "Enjoying the party, Miss Harper?" His voice carried that hint of amusement that told me he knew exactly what I'd been thinking about. "Yes, Mr. Knight. The view has been particularly entertaining." His eyes darkened at my choice of words. "Has it now?" "Mmhmm." I gestured vaguely toward where Abigail stood, fuming by the bar. "Some people seem to be having trouble reading the room." He leaned against the column beside me, close enough that his cologne teased my senses but not close enough to touch. "Jealousy looks good on you." "I wasn't jealous." The lie slipped out automatically. "No?" His lips curved into that dangerous smile that promised wicked things. "So you weren't imagining pushing her into the fountain o
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