Madison"Fuck!" I gasped when he finally let me breathe, my lips tingling from the assault. "You're not going anywhere," he growled against my mouth. "Not until I'm done with you." My heart hammered against my ribs as his hands roamed over my body, no longer teasing but possessive. He cupped my breasts through the thin fabric of my dress, thumbs circling my hardened nipples until I whimpered. "You think you can walk away from me?" he asked, his voice dark with desire. "When your pussy is so wet, I can practically smell it?" I should have been offended by his crudeness, but instead, it sent a fresh flood of arousal between my legs. God, what was wrong with me? "Mr. Knight," I started, but he cut me off with another bruising kiss. "Shut up, Madison," he commanded against my lips. "The only sounds I want to hear from you are moans." His hands slid down to grab my ass, fingers digging into the flesh as he pulled me against him. The hard ridge of his cock pressed into my stomach, im
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
MadisonThe Manhattan skyline twinkled behind us, an audience of millions of lights witnessing our private show. "Fuck, you feel amazing," he growled against my neck, his teeth grazing my pulse point. My legs tightened around his waist as he adjusted his grip on my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to leave marks. "Mr. Knight," I moaned, my head falling back as he hit that perfect spot inside me. "You like that?" His voice was rough with desire. "You like getting fucked on my yacht where anyone could see you?" The thought sent a thrill through me, though I knew we were far enough from shore that we were just silhouettes against the night. "Yes," I admitted, my inner walls clenching around him. "Yes, what?" He punctuated the question with a particularly deep thrust that made me cry out. "Yes, Mr. Knight," I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders. He smirked against my skin. "That's my good girl." Without warning, he pulled out of me completely. I whimpered
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
MadisonAfter we dried off, Alexander disappeared into his closet, returning with a neatly pressed navy blue pencil skirt and a cream silk blouse. "Wear this today," he said, laying the outfit on the bed. I dressed quickly, adding a pair of nude heels from the collection in his closet. When I emerged from the walk-in closet fully dressed, Alexander was already in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit, looking every inch the powerful CEO. His eyes raked over me appreciatively. "You look professional." "Thank you, Mr. Knight," I replied, smoothing down the skirt. "Ready to go?" He nodded, grabbing his phone from the nightstand. "Car's waiting downstairs." I followed him to the elevator, trying not to walk funny despite the delicious soreness between my legs. The evidence of last night's activities lingered in my muscles, a secret reminder with every step. John held the car door open with his usual stoic expression. "Good morning, Mr. Knight," John said, his face impressively neutra
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
Madison"So, Mr. Knight," Hazel said, leaning forward with a conspiratorial gleam in her eye. "Do you like Madison? As more than an employee, I mean." I wanted to slide under the table. Or maybe just disappear entirely. "Madison is a great personal assistant," he replied smoothly. "And now a promising project manager. I appreciate her professional contributions to Knight Industries." "That's not what I asked," Hazel pressed, undeterred. "Hazel!" I hissed, kicking her under the table. "What?" She gave me an innocent look. "I'm just making conversation." Alexander's lips curved into that infuriating half-smile. "I value Madison greatly as my assistant. She anticipates my needs before I even realize I have them." The double entendre wasn't lost on any of us. Hazel's eyebrows shot up, and I felt my face flame. "Well," Hazel said, standing up and straightening her skirt, "it was nice meeting you, Mr. Knight. Madison, can I talk to you for a second?" "I'll be right back," I
MadisonI stabbed a piece of pancake, wondering how I'd gone from being a normal, professional assistant to whatever this was now. His sex toy? His fake girlfriend? Both? "Has anyone else found out about our arrangement?" Alexander asked suddenly, his voice casual as he sipped his coffee. His eyes, however, were sharp and calculating. "No! Of course not." I lowered my voice. "I haven't told anyone. Well, except you just gave Hazel enough hints to make her think we're actually fucking." "Which we are," he pointed out with that infuriating smirk. "That's not the point! She thinks we're actually dating. For real." "And that's a problem because...?" He raised an eyebrow. "Because it's not true!" I hissed, leaning forward. "This is a business arrangement, Mr. Knight. Not a romance." He shrugged, cutting into his omelet with precision. "I haven't told anyone either. Though I've been thinking about our agreement lately." "What about it?" I asked warily. "Would you consider extending
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
MadisonWhen I woke the next morning, sunlight streamed through my curtains. I felt more rested than I had in days. I stretched, my muscles protesting slightly after yesterday's tension. After another quick shower to fully wake myself up, I headed to the kitchen. I whipped up some scrambled eggs with spinach and toast, humming to myself as I worked. I was halfway through my breakfast when my phone buzzed with a text. Hazel's name flashed on the screen, and I swiped to read her message. Hazel: OMG GUESS WHO'S A FINANCIAL GENIUS NOW??? ME!!! I frowned at my phone, confused. Another message popped up before I could reply. Hazel: I bought Knight Industries stock yesterday morning when all that drama hit! Then, I sold some shares at close. I made a $340 profit in ONE DAY!!! My fork clattered against my plate. What the hell? Hazel had never shown any interest in the stock market before. I quickly typed back. Me: Since when have you been playing the stock market??? Hazel: Since I rea
MadisonI leaned against the wall in Alexander's office, watching him take the last of his calls for the day. The Bloomberg interview had gone even better than the first, and the Fox Business segment had been nearly perfect. Alexander had been calm, articulate, and confident enough to reassure investors without seeming arrogant. "That's correct," he said into the phone, his voice steady. "Knight Industries welcomes any regulatory review. Our books are open, our practices are transparent, and these allegations are baseless." He paused, listening. "Yes, I understand. Thank you for your support." He hung up and ran a hand through his hair, looking tired but satisfied. "Good news?" I asked. "The market's closed, and we ended down only four percent. Some of our other stocks performed better, some worse, but overall..." He shrugged. "It could have been much worse." "That's a relief," I said, feeling the tension that had been coiled in my shoulders all day finally start to loosen. Alex