All Chapters of A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

MadisonI was deep in the throes of research, surrounded by open tabs of Manhattan real estate developments, when my phone buzzed. Alexander's name flashed on the screen. I hesitated for a split second before answering. "Hello, Mr. Knight." "Madison." His voice was like warm honey over gravel. "What are you doing right now?" I glanced at my laptop screen, where I'd been compiling data on projects similar to our Manhattan development. "I'm working, actually. I'm just putting together some research for the project." "Such a dedicated employee," he said, amusement coloring his tone. "Or should I say girlfriend? Working this late without being asked." I checked the time in the corner of my screen—10:14 PM. "I'm just trying to be thorough." "How about we go out?" I blinked, caught off guard. "Now? It's after ten." "Is your research so urgent it can't wait until tomorrow?" His voice dropped lower. "I'm bored, and I'd much rather be looking at you than these contracts." "I..." I loo

MadisonThe red dress felt even more revealing without the coat's protection, the fabric clinging to every curve of my body. Alexander stepped back, his eyes darkening as he drank me in. His gaze was almost physical, like fingers tracing every inch of exposed skin. The intensity in his eyes made my nipples harden against the thin fabric of my bra. "Fuck," he breathed, circling me slowly. "That dress is criminal on you, Madison. But it would look even better crumpled on the floor." I glanced nervously at the water surrounding us. "Someone could see us. There are other boats out here." "No one can see shit," he said, his voice rough with desire. "We're far enough out, and the lighting up here only illuminates you for me. I made sure of it." I watched as he finished his champagne in one long swallow, his throat working in a way that made my mouth dry. Not wanting to be outdone, I tipped back my glass, the expensive bubbles sliding down my throat. Alexander took my empty glass, sett

Madison"Maybe? I don't know." I shrugged, suddenly feeling exposed, standing nearly naked while he remained fully dressed. "You had drinks with Leo earlier, right?" His face remained impassive for a moment before breaking into a grin. "Actually, yes. Someone did slip something in my drink." My stomach dropped. "Shit, are you serious? We need to—" "I'm kidding," he cut me off, laughing at my expression. "Jesus, you're easy to mess with. I'm not high, Madison. I'm fully awake and completely in control." He stepped closer, running his hand down my bare back. "Why so concerned? Afraid something might happen to your boyfriend?" I jerked away from his touch. "You're not my boyfriend, Mr. Knight." "Yes, I am." His voice was firm, brooking no argument as his hands returned to my body, this time gripping my ass possessively. "For all intents and purposes, I am your boyfriend." "A business arrangement," I corrected, even as my body betrayed me by pressing against his touch. His mouth fo

MadisonAlexander's thrusts became more erratic, his breathing harsh in my ear. He was close. "Touch yourself," he commanded. "Make yourself come on my cock." I reached between my legs, finding my clit swollen and sensitive. The lightest touch made me gasp, and I began to rub in tight circles. "That's it," he encouraged, his voice strained. "Show me how much you want it." The dual sensation of his cock filling me and my fingers on my clit quickly pushed me to the edge. My muscles tensed, my breath catching as the pressure built. "Mr. Knight, I'm going to come," I warned, my voice breaking. "Look at me when you come," he ordered, pulling me up so my back was against his chest, his cock still buried deep inside me. I turned my head, meeting his intense gaze as he reached around to replace my fingers with his own. His expert touch sent me flying over the edge, my orgasm crashing through me with unexpected force. "Fuck!" I screamed, my body convulsing around his cock as wave after

MadisonMy heart skipped a beat as I tried to maintain my composure. Alexander noticed my reaction, his eyes narrowing slightly as he followed my gaze. I turned around to see Hazel standing there, looking polished in her work outfit—a gray pencil skirt with a burgundy blouse. Her hair was pulled back in a neat bun, and she was beaming at me. "Hazel! Hi," I said, my voice a bit higher than normal. "What are you doing here?" "My boss is over there with a client," she gestured toward the far corner of the café. I spotted you and had to come say hello. I didn't mean to interrupt your date." Alexander straightened in his chair, his expression shifting to that practiced charm he used in business meetings. He extended his hand. "Alexander Knight." Hazel's mouth opened slightly before she collected herself and shook his hand. "Hazel Foster. I've seen you in Forbes. And Time. And basically everywhere." She laughed nervously. "You're Madison's boss." "Among other things," Alexander replie