MadisonI trudged down the dimly lit street toward my apartment, my heels clicking against the concrete. My feet ached, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the emotional exhaustion weighing me down. I pulled out my phone and dialed Hazel's number. "Mads, where have you been?" Hazel's voice burst through the speaker. "I've been trying to reach you all day!" "Yeah, about that..." I dodged a guy walking his chihuahua. "Remember those side gigs you helped me get?" "Yeah, what about them?" I winced. "Mr. Knight found out." "WHAT?" Her shriek made me pull the phone away from my ear. "How? Please tell me you didn't use the office computers." "Um..." "Madison Harper, you did not." "Look, I was desperate and short on time!" I kicked a pebble, watching it skitter across the sidewalk. "And in my defense, I thought I'd cleared everything." "Honey, nothing is ever really cleared from a computer. Like, ever." She sighed. "So what happened? Did he fire you?" "My job's safe. For
MadisonTom from Accounting stood there, a stack of papers clutched to his chest like a shield. His round face pinched with concern. "Are you okay? You look flushed." "Fine! Just fine." My voice came out squeaky. "Little warm in here, isn't it?" "Actually, the AC's been blasting all morning." He adjusted his thick-rimmed glasses. "Anyway, I need Mr. Knight's signature on these reports." "Of course." I reached for the papers, willing my hands not to shake. "I'll get these to him right away." "Great!" Tom lingered, shifting from foot to foot. "You sure you're alright? Maybe you should get some water. Your face is really red." "Thanks, Tom, but I'm good." Please go away before I die of embarrassment. "If you say so." He finally shuffled away, leaving me alone with my inappropriate thoughts and a stack of papers that needed my very aroused boss's signature. Perfect. I knocked on his door, clutching the papers like a shield. Alexander held up one finger, still deep in convers
MadisonMy breath hitched as his lips trailed down my neck. "Mr. Knight, we're still in your office." "Technically, you're my girlfriend now." His teeth grazed my skin. "I can kiss my girlfriend wherever I want." I opened my mouth to protest or make some witty retort, but he captured my lips with his before any words could escape. It was a long, deep kiss that demanded every ounce of attention and breath I had. My head spun like I'd just stepped off a merry-go-round. His lips were insistent, claiming mine with an intensity that left me breathless. My body melted against him, betraying the sensible part of my brain, screaming something about professionalism and boundaries. When his tongue flicked against mine, I nearly forgot how to breathe. Not that breathing seemed all that important right now. His hands found their way to my waist, pulling me closer until there wasn't an inch of space left between us. The warmth of his body seeped into mine, igniting a slow burn in the pit of m
MadisonAlexander stood beside my desk, looking unfairly composed, while I probably resembled a startled cat. "Your mother's medical bills." He placed a business card on my desk. "Send them to this email address. I'll have my team transfer her to Hallmark Hospital." "Oh." I blinked at the card, my brain struggling to shift gears from 'almost sex' to 'serious conversation.' "That's... thank you. Really. I mean, Hallmark Hospital is—" "The best in the city." He cut off my rambling with that amused smirk. "I know." I picked up the card, my fingers brushing against his. The brief contact sent electricity shooting up my arm. "I'll send these over right away." "Good." His eyes darkened as they swept over me, lingering on my still-flushed cheeks. I glanced at my watch, desperate for a distraction from his intense gaze. 7:47 PM. How had it gotten so late? "I should probably head home." My voice came out shakier than intended. "It's getting late." "My driver will take you." "Oh no, th
MadisonHis tongue teased my lower lip, coaxing a gasp from me. A soft moan escaped, betraying how badly I wanted him despite my better judgment. My body arched instinctively, pressing my breasts against his firm chest. "God, I missed this," he murmured against my lips. His hands roamed lower, fingers deftly finding the zipper of my skirt. I barely registered the cool air on my thighs before his hands were on my ass, squeezing possessively. Suddenly, he lifted me, placing me on the edge of his desk. Papers scattered as he shoved them aside, making room for my squirming form. His eyes locked onto mine briefly, dark and stormy with unspoken hunger. "Spread your legs for me." It wasn't a suggestion. My legs fell apart without hesitation, the thin fabric of my panties already damp with anticipation. He tugged them aside, exposing my pussy to the cool air, and licked his lips. His fingers traced a slow, torturous path along my slit. I bit my lip to stifle a moan, my hips jerking invo
MadisonThe break room was mercifully empty. My hands shook slightly as I prepared his coffee, spilling a few drops on the counter. At least no one was around to witness my clumsiness. I balanced the steaming mug carefully as I approached his office, taking deep breaths to steady myself. A quick knock, and then I pushed the door open. I entered his office, my heels clicking softly against the hardwood floor. Alexander sat behind his desk, focused on his computer screen with that intense concentration I'd come to recognize. "Your coffee, Mr. Knight." I placed the mug carefully on his desk, making sure to avoid the scattered papers. He glanced up, his eyes meeting mine. "Thank you, Madison." His fingers brushed against mine as he reached for the mug, sending tingles up my arm. The touch lingered longer than necessary, his warm fingers sending sparks through my entire body. I fought the urge to bite my lip, remembering all too well what those fingers were capable of. "Will th
MadisonI gasped as his fingers continued their relentless assault on my pussy, driving me wild with every stroke. "Fuck, Madison," he whispered against my ear, his voice dark and hungry. "You feel so fucking good. So tight around my fingers. I can't wait to feel you squeezing my cock." My breath hitched at his words. A part of me felt embarrassed by how much they turned me on, but I couldn't deny the heat pooling in my core. "Oh god," I managed to gasp out, my hips moving of their own accord, seeking more of his touch. "That's it," he murmured, adding another finger inside me, stretching me deliciously. "Take it all, baby. Show me how much you want it." My hands clutched at his shoulders for support as he worked me closer and closer to the edge. "I want to hear you say it," he growled, his teeth grazing my earlobe. "Tell me how much you want my cock inside you." I swallowed hard, the words catching in my throat. "I—I want it," I stammered, feeling my cheeks burn with a mi
AlexanderThe previous night... I swirled whiskey in my glass, lounging on the leather couch in my study. The city lights twinkled beyond floor-to-ceiling windows, but my mind kept drifting to Madison. Those soft lips. That intoxicating scent. The way she trembled beneath my touch. "Fuck." I downed the drink in one gulp, the burn doing nothing to quell my growing arousal. The memory of her body pressed against mine in the office tormented me. Her skin felt like silk, her breasts perfectly fitting my palms. I shifted uncomfortably, my pants growing tight at the thought of taking her right here on this couch. I loosened my tie, images of Madison's curves haunting me. The way she'd looked today in that pencil skirt, all professional on the outside while I knew exactly what lay beneath. The marks I'd left on her neck that she'd tried so hard to hide. My phone buzzed against the desk, Leo's name flashing on the screen. I grabbed my phone, Leo's grinning contact photo lighting up the s
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