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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
AlexanderI guided Madison through the elegant restaurant, my hand resting on the small of her back. The lunch crowd buzzed with quiet conversation and clinking silverware. Our private booth awaited in a secluded corner - perfect for the meeting ahead with Andrew. Madison slid into the curved booth first, and I settled beside her rather than across. The leather upholstery creaked as I shifted closer, our thighs touching beneath the crisp white tablecloth. Her vanilla perfume teased my senses. I traced my fingers along Madison's thigh under the tablecloth, enjoying how her breath caught. The restaurant's ambient noise provided the perfect cover for more intimate activities, but business had to come first for now. "Looks like Andrew's running late again." I checked my Rolex. "I specifically told him noon sharp." Madison smoothed her napkin across her lap. "Maybe he's stuck in traffic, Mr. Knight." I suppressed a smirk, letting my thoughts wander to a more likely scenario. Andrew pr
AlexanderHer chin lifted slightly - there was that spark I loved to ignite. "I can handle anything you throw at me." "Anything?" I raised an eyebrow, letting the word hang between us. The air in the car grew thick with tension. "The project, Mr. Knight. I meant the project." "Of course you did." I pulled out my phone, pretending to check my emails while watching her from the corner of my eye. "You'll need to familiarize yourself with commercial real estate regulations, zoning laws, and construction timelines. Think you're up for it?" "Yes." Her answer came without hesitation. "Good," I said, setting my phone aside. "Because I need someone I can trust running this project, someone who won't be distracted by other activities." A flush crept up her neck. "I'm very good at compartmentalizing." "Oh, I know exactly how good you are at compartmentalizing." I let my gaze drift over her body, remembering last night's activities. "The question is, can you keep it up while managing a mul
MadisonI watched Alexander disappear into the suite. The phone continued buzzing in my hand as I walked down the hallway, putting some distance between me and the room. The Vegas afternoon sun streamed through the windows, making the gold-trimmed walls gleam. "Hello?" "Hey, is this Madison?" A familiar voice came through the line. "Jackson? Yeah, it's me." I leaned against the wall, grateful for the cool surface against my heated skin. "Thank god. I was wondering if this was still your number. It's been forever." "Where did you disappear to? You basically dropped off the face of the earth." "Just got back from the UK yesterday, actually. Been there for work." "Three years without a single text or call?" I raised an eyebrow, even though he couldn't see it. "What, they don't have phones across the pond?" He laughed. "Come on, Mads. You know how it is. Work was insane. Barely had time to breathe, let alone socialize." "Right, because hitting the 'send' button on a text
MadisonHe tossed his jacket over a barstool. "Worried about being stranded with me?" His eyes raked over my body, making my skin tingle. "The helicopter returns whenever I want it to. One call is all it takes." "And when would that be?" "Tomorrow." He prowled closer, backing me against the kitchen island. "We're staying the night." "Just one night?" The counter's edge pressed into my lower back as he caged me in with his arms. His eyes darkened with amusement. "Not sufficient for you? We can always extend our stay another day." His thumb traced my bottom lip, and I fought the urge to bite it. "Not like that." I tilted my chin up, meeting his gaze. "I was just asking." "Mhmm." He leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear. "Because it sounded like you were hoping for more time alone with me in this very private, very secluded cabin." "You wish, Mr. Knight." I placed my palm against his chest, though I wasn't sure if I meant to push him away or pull him closer. "I do w
Madison"I'll take you to dinner at hidden gems where no one knows us," he continued, his voice dropping lower. "Show you places that'll take your breath away. But afterward?" His grip tightened. "I'm going to fuck you senseless in ways you've never imagined." My breath caught. "You sound very sure of yourself." "I am." He pressed me against the balcony railing. "I'll wine and dine you properly. Take you to art galleries, private concerts, and secluded beaches. But don't think for a second that I won't bend you over my desk the next day." "Mr. Knight!" I tried to sound scandalized, but my body betrayed me, pressing closer to his. "What? Too crude for you?" His laugh rumbled through his chest. "Should I use more romantic terms? Make love to you?" I rolled my eyes at his mocking tone. "Romantic terms are boring. They sound like something from those cheesy romance novels." "Is that so?" His fingers traced up my spine. "That's why I prefer to be direct. Tell you exactly how I'm goin
MadisonHe unzipped his fly with deliberate slowness, making me wait. Finally, he freed himself from the confines of his pants, and my mouth watered at the sight of him: thick and hard and ready for me. "Suck it," he ordered, stepping closer so that his cock was right in front of my face. I wrapped my hand around the base, feeling his heat against my palm. My tongue flicked out to taste him, savoring the salty tang of pre-cum on the tip. "Good girl," he groaned as I took him into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks to create a tight seal around him. His hand tangled in my hair, guiding me as I bobbed up and down on his cock. "Fuck," he hissed through clenched teeth. "Your mouth feels so fucking good." I took him deeper, letting him hit the back of my throat with each thrust. His grip tightened in my hair as he started to fuck my face in earnest, each movement sending waves of heat through me. I moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him groan. Just when I thought he was going
MadisonThe private flight back to New York passed in a blur of champagne and Alexander's wandering hands. I sank into my plush couch, finally home after the whirlwind Vegas trip. My body still tingled from Alexander's touch, and I couldn't wipe the stupid grin off my face. "Get it together, Madison," I muttered, but my reflection in the mirror just smirked back. I stripped off my clothes, leaving a trail to the bathroom. The hot shower felt divine against my muscles, sore in all the right places. Steam filled the room as I hummed some cheesy love song I'd normally roll my eyes at. I wrapped myself in a fluffy towel and caught sight of the dark marks scattered across my collarbone. "Really, Alexander?" I traced one with my finger, torn between annoyance and a secret thrill. My phone buzzed from somewhere in the pile of discarded clothes. Probably Hazel, ready to grill me about Vegas. I'd promised to meet her at the hospital to visit Mom today. I blow-dried my hair, trying and fa
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