All Chapters of A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Alexander"What a coincidence," Abigail smiled, sliding onto the stool beside mine. The bartender appeared instantly – some things never change. I took another sip of my scotch. "Small world." "Are you staying here?" She leaned forward, giving me an unnecessary view down her dress. "Yeah." I kept my eyes firmly on my drink, remembering how Madison had looked spread out on my bed upstairs. "You?" "Just checked in an hour ago." Her perfectly manicured nail traced the rim of her martini glass. "Are you here alone?" "No, Ms. Harper's with me." I swirled the scotch in my glass, watching the amber liquid catch the light. "Your assistant?" Abigail's lips curved into a smile. "Which room number did you get?" I raised an eyebrow. "Why?" "Oh, just curious." She shrugged, taking a delicate sip of her martini. "Making conversation." "5013." Her eyes widened. "My goodness, I'm right across from you! 5019." She laughed, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Must be fate or something, don't

MadisonThe warmth of his body against mine felt impossibly good. Even through the silk pajamas, his heat radiated into my skin. My stomach growled again, and I felt his chest rumble with quiet laughter. "Sounds like someone worked up quite an appetite." His fingers traced circles on my hip through the silk. I buried my face in his chest, hiding my smile. "Well, someone kept me rather busy today." "Mmm. And I plan to keep you even busier later." His hand slid lower, making me shiver. The casual way he ordered ridiculously expensive food for me, the protective arm around my waist, and the gentle teasing felt so natural. It was like we were actually dating, not just fulfilling an arrangement. I had to keep reminding myself that this was business, nothing more. No matter how right it felt when he held me like this or how my heart fluttered when he smiled at me, I couldn't let myself forget the truth. This was a deal we'd made, plain and simple. Even if it was getting harder and hard

MadisonHe positioned himself behind me, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. But he didn't push in, just held himself there, teasing me with what I so desperately wanted. I couldn't help but push back, desperate for more. "Mr. Knight, please..." "Please what, Madison?" His voice was a low growl. "You need to be specific." "Please fuck me." He chuckled darkly, and then he pushed in, filling me inch by inch. The stretch was exquisite, the fullness overwhelming. I let out a breathy moan as he bottomed out inside me. "Goddamn, you're tight," he groaned. He pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, setting a brutal pace that left me gasping for air. His hands gripped my hips hard enough to leave bruises as he pounded into me from behind. "Fuck, Madison," he growled. "You feel so fucking good." Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body. My fingers dug into the couch cushions for support as he fucked me harder and faster. "You like this cock s

MadisonHis hands slid down to my ass, gripping the flesh tightly. I yelped as he delivered a sharp slap to one cheek; the sting only heightened my arousal. He did it again, the sound echoing through the room, mixing with our ragged breaths and moans. "Mr. Knight," I breathed, my voice shaky as I continued to ride him. His cock filled me completely, hitting all the right spots, driving me wild. He chuckled, the sound low and wicked. "You like that, don't you? A little bit of pain with your pleasure." I couldn't deny it. Every slap sent a jolt of electricity straight to my clit, pushing me closer to the edge. I leaned forward, my hands on his shoulders, my breasts pressing against his chest as I rode him harder, faster. His mouth found mine, his kiss hungry and demanding. I opened up to him, our tongues clashing, our breaths mingling. He tasted like sin and desire, a heady combination that had me reeling. One of his hands slipped between us, his fingers finding my clit. He rubbed

MadisonThe drive back to the resort was quiet, but Alexander's hand never left my thigh. His fingers traced lazy circles on my skin, inching higher with each pass until I had to cross my legs to maintain my composure. "Las Vegas is beautiful at night," he said, his breath hot against my ear. "The lights, the energy... I want to show you everything." His hand squeezed my thigh. "We could go out this evening and explore the city." I tried to focus on the passing scenery instead of how his touch made my body react. "That sounds nice, Mr. Knight." "The view from the High Roller is spectacular." His fingers dipped between my thighs. "Though not as spectacular as the view I had this morning." Heat flooded my cheeks as memories of our morning activities flashed through my mind. "I should call my mother when we get back," I said, attempting to change the subject. "Check how she's doing." "Of course. Take all the time you need." His hand finally retreated as the car pulled up to the reso