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 high into
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
MadisonHe pushed the straps of my dress off my shoulders, letting it pool around my waist. My bra barely contained my breasts, and he wasted no time unclasping it and tossing it aside. "Fuck, look at those tits." He cupped them roughly, his thumbs flicking over my nipples until they were hard peaks. "Such a good girl for me." My breath hitched as he pinched one nipple hard while his other hand slid under my dress and found the thin strip of my thong. He tugged it aside, exposing my wet pussy to the cool air. "You're already so wet," he murmured against my ear, fingers slipping between my folds to find my clit. "You love being punished, don't you?" "Yes," I gasped as he rubbed slow circles over my clit, making pleasure coil tight in my belly. His fingers slid lower, teasing my entrance before plunging inside me. "Fuck, you're tight." He pumped his fingers in and out while his thumb continued to torment my clit. "Mr. Knight," I moaned, rocking against his hand as pleasure built i
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