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AlexanderThe persistent buzz from my pocket interrupted my enjoyment of Madison's warmth around my cock. I pulled out my phone, noticing my father's name flashing on the screen. The missed call notification glared at me, demanding attention. I dialed back, keeping Madison firmly in place on my lap. Her pussy clenched around me as I spoke. "Yes, Father." "Alexander, where are you? The whole family gathered for lunch. Your grandparents are asking for you." My thoughts drifted to the complex web of relationships—my father, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins forming the core of my true family. Then there were the add-ons: my stepmother and her insufferable children. The mere thought of them soured my mood. "I'm in the middle of something important." Madison squirmed on my lap, trying to lift herself off. I gripped her hips harder, holding her in place. "Can't step away right now." "We haven't seen you in weeks, son. Everyone's waiting. Be here in twenty minutes." "Twenty mi
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
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
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,"
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
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 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
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. "
AlexanderWe moved to a more private spot near the edge of the practice green."So what do we know so far?" Anthony asked, leaning against his putter.Leo sighed, frustration evident in his eyes. "Not much. No name, no contact information, just cash and instructions."I furrowed my brow, trying to piece together the puzzle."After drinking that drug-mixed drink, what happened exactly?" Leo asked, turning to me with a serious expression. "Your sex drive increased dramatically, right? What else?"I hesitated, uncomfortable discussing the details. "Everything intensified. Like someone had cranked up all my senses and desires to eleven. I couldn't think straight. Just wanted to fuck anything that moved.""And did you?" Leo pressed, his expression serious."No," I lied smoothly. "I went straight to my penthouse and called Dr. Peterson. He gave me something to counteract the effects. Knocked me out for most of the night."Anthony raised an eyebrow. "I'm also a doctor, you know. You could ha
AlexanderThe Previous SundayI lined up my putt on the eighth hole, the sun warm on my back as I studied the slight break in the green. The perfect day for golf: clear skies, light breeze, and the satisfaction of watching Anthony struggle through every hole."You're taking forever," Anthony complained from the edge of the green. "It's a three-foot putt, not brain surgery."I took my time just to annoy him further, then sank the ball with a clean stroke. "That's another birdie for me. What are you at now? Double bogey?""Fuck you," Anthony muttered, marking his scorecard with more force than necessary.As we walked to our golf cart, Anthony glanced around the course. "Where's Leo? Wasn't he supposed to join us today?""He said he'd come," I replied, sliding into the driver's seat. "Probably got caught up with work. You know how he is."Anthony tossed his putter into his bag. "More likely, he's caught up with some woman. That guy's dick gets more action than a revolving door."I chuckl
MadisonJenna handed him back his credit card with a smile. "Is there anything else I can help you with today?" Alexander glanced at his watch. "No, that will be all. Thank you for your assistance." As we left the store, I felt excitement and guilt. The clothes were beautiful, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I was taking advantage of Alexander's generosity. "Stop overthinking," he said as we walked back to where the car was parked. "I can hear the gears turning in your head from here." "I'm not overthinking," I protested. "I'm just... processing." "Processing what? That you now have a wardrobe befitting your position?" I sighed. "It's just a lot of money, Mr. Knight." "Money I can easily afford," he reminded me. We reached his car, and he opened the passenger door for me. As I slid into the seat, his hand brushed against my lower back, a touch so light it could have been accidental if not for the heat in his eyes. Once he was in the driver's seat, he turned to me before
MadisonI followed Alexander into the first boutique, a sleek space with minimalist decor and clothing displayed like museum artifacts. A saleswoman with a tight bun and even tighter smile approached us immediately. "Mr. Knight! What an honor to have you visit our store," she gushed, ignoring my existence. "How can I assist you today?" Alexander placed his hand on the small of my back, a subtle gesture that didn't escape the saleswoman's notice. "We're looking for professional attire for Miss Harper here." Her smile dimmed slightly as she finally acknowledged me. "Of course. What kind of pieces were you looking for?" "Power suits," Alexander replied before I could speak. "Something that commands respect and exudes confidence. We need outfits that make a statement when she walks into a room." The next hour was a blur of muted grays, blacks, and navy blues. Each outfit felt more restrictive than the last, like I was trying to squeeze myself into someone else's skin. The saleswoman
MadisonI straightened my blouse as Alexander zipped up his pants, a satisfied smirk on his lips. He looked as composed as ever, not a hair out of place. How did he do that? I felt like I'd been through a hurricane. "Ready to go shopping?" he asked casually as if we hadn't just had mind-blowing sex against his office window. "Now? Can't we go after work?" I asked, trying to tame my hair into something presentable. "I have the Miller file to finish, and—" "The Miller file can wait." Alexander grabbed his keys from the desk. "I want to see you in something new. Something that screams 'project manager' rather than 'assistant I occasionally bend over my desk.'" My cheeks burned. "Mr. Knight!" "What? It's just facts." He opened his office door, instantly transforming into the professional CEO everyone else knew. "After you, Miss Harper." I walked past him, hyperaware of the eyes following us as we crossed the office floor. Did they know? Could they tell what we'd been doing minutes a
MadisonAlexander came up behind me, his hard cock pressing against my ass. "Look at you," he murmured, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts. "So fucking beautiful." His fingers found my nipples again, pinching and rolling them until I was squirming against him. One hand traveled down my stomach to my pussy, finding me still wet and sensitive. "Already ready for more," he observed, satisfaction evident in his voice. "Such a greedy little cunt." "Please," I whispered, pushing back against him. "I need you inside me again." He positioned himself at my entrance and thrust forward, filling me completely once more. I gasped, my forehead falling forward to rest against the glass. The contrast of the cool window against my overheated skin made me shiver. "Look out," Alexander commanded, his hands gripping my hips. "Look at the city while I fuck you." I forced my eyes open, taking in the sprawling view of Manhattan below us: office buildings, streets filled with tiny cars, and people
MadisonHis tongue found my clit, circling it with maddening precision while his fingers pumped in and out. The dual sensation was overwhelming, pleasure building rapidly in my core. "That's it," he encouraged as I rocked back against his face. "Fuck my fingers. Show me how much you want it." I moaned shamelessly, past caring how I looked or sounded. All that mattered was the coiling tension in my belly and the skilled ministrations of his tongue and fingers. He added a third finger, the stretch burning slightly before giving way to pleasure. His other hand reached around to pinch my nipple hard, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my clit. "Fuck!" I gasped, my inner walls clenching around his fingers. "You gonna come on my tongue?" he asked, his voice rough with arousal. "Come for me, Madison. Let me taste it." His fingers curled inside me, hitting my g-spot perfectly while his tongue flicked rapidly over my clit. The combination was too much. I came with a cry, my pussy
MadisonI moaned as he worked his fingers faster, my hips moving in rhythm with his hand. The wall was cold against my back, perfectly contrasting the heat building between my legs. "Someone could walk in," I whispered, clutching his shoulders. "Door's locked. And besides," he nipped at my earlobe, "the risk makes it hotter, doesn't it? Knowing the entire office is just outside while I finger-fuck you against my wall?" My inner walls clenched around his fingers at his words. Damn him for knowing exactly what to say. "Look at you," he growled, his eyes dark with lust. "So fucking responsive. Your nipples are hard already, and I haven't even touched your tits." As if to remedy that oversight, his free hand moved to my blouse, deftly undoing the buttons before pushing my bra up. The cool air hit my exposed breasts, making my nipples tighten further. "Perfect," he murmured, lowering his head to take one peak into his mouth. I cried out, my back arching off the wall as he sucked har
MadisonThe elevator doors slid open, and I stepped onto the executive floor. The office was quieter than usual, probably because I'd arrived earlier than normal. After yesterday's chaos, I wanted to get a head start on the day. I set my purse down at my desk and glanced toward Alexander's office. I could see him already at his desk, focused on his computer screen. Of course, he'd beaten me here. The man probably never slept. I smoothed down my pencil skirt, took a deep breath, and walked to his door, knocking lightly before entering. "Good morning, Mr. Knight," I said, trying to sound professional despite the memories of our kiss in his car last night. Alexander looked up, his eyes immediately traveling from my face down to my heels and back up again in a quick assessment that somehow made me feel both appreciated and undressed at the same time. "Madison," he replied, his voice low and rich. "Sleep well?" "Yes, thank you." I walked further into his office. "How long have you be