All Chapters of A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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

MadisonHazel practically dragged me to the corner café across from the hospital, her arm linked through mine like she thought I might make a break for it. The bell chimed as we pushed through the door, and the smell of coffee wrapped around us like a warm hug.We settled into a corner booth, and I barely had time to set my purse down before Hazel leaned across the table, eyes narrowed like a detective about to crack a case."Okay, spill it. Something's up with you.""What?" I fiddled with the menu. "Nothing's up.""You're practically floating, and don't think I didn't notice those designer knockoffs that look suspiciously real." She tapped her fingernails on the table. "Since when do you shop at fancy fake markets anyway?"I shifted in my seat. "I don't know what you're talking about.""Really? Because last time I checked, you were living on ramen and clearance rack clothes. Now suddenly you're jetting off to Vegas with Mr. Sexy CEO-""Business trip!" I hissed, glancing around. "It w

AlexanderI pushed through the doors of The Summit, the city's most exclusive rooftop bar, and spotted Anthony lounging at our usual corner table. The Manhattan skyline sparkled behind him like scattered diamonds, a view that never got old no matter how many times I'd seen it."Look who finally decided to grace us with his presence." Anthony raised his glass, ice cubes clinking. "You're late."I slid into the leather chair across from him. "Some of us actually work past five."A waitress materialized at our table, her practiced smile perfect. "What can I get you, Mr. Knight?""Macallan 25, neat.""Going straight for the good stuff." Anthony leaned forward. "Must've been a rough day.""Just the usual headaches." The whiskey arrived, amber liquid catching the dim lighting. "Dealing with you might require something stronger.""I am your oldest friend, and you treat me like some annoying business associate."I took a slow sip, savoring the burn. "Oldest friend who keeps trying to play mat

MadisonThe hot shower had worked wonders on my tense muscles. I pulled on my favorite silk pajama set—the pale blue one with tiny stars scattered across it. It was nothing fancy but comfortable enough for me to sink into my plush bed and finally relax after this endless day. I'd just finished towel-drying my hair when my phone lit up on the nightstand. Alexander Knight's name flashed across the screen. What could he want at this hour? I stared at the phone, debating whether to answer. But who was I kidding? We both knew I would. "Hello, Mr. Knight?" I settled back against my headboard, pulling my knees up to my chest. "Ms. Harper? It's Anthony." His voice carried an edge of concern that made me sit up straighter. "Alexander's had too much to drink. I'm sending him home with John, but none of us can access his penthouse. Could you head over there?" "Of course. I'll leave right now." I hung up and pressed the phone to my chest. Why would he drink so much? The memory of that nigh

MadisonI felt his cock twitch inside my mouth, a sure sign that he was close. His breathing grew ragged as he thrust harder and faster, using my mouth for his pleasure. But just as I braced myself for his release, he pulled out abruptly, leaving me gasping for air. "Not yet, sweetheart. I need to fuck that tight pussy of yours first." He stepped back, giving me room to stand. I wiped my mouth with my hand, watching him warily. His gaze drifted over to the armrest of the couch, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. "Turn around and bend over," he commanded, nodding towards the couch. "Ass up, face down." I hesitated momentarily before complying, turning around, and leaning over the armrest. The cool leather pressed against my stomach. I felt exposed, vulnerable, my ass sticking out invitingly. His hand came down hard on my left cheek, the crack echoing through the room. I yelped. Before I could react, another smack landed on my right cheek, then another, and another. Each slap sent