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
MadisonHis eyebrows rose slightly when he encountered no barrier. "Well, well. What have we here?" "I don't know what you're talking about," I said primly, staring straight ahead. "No?" His fingers slipped between my thighs, finding the evidence of my arousal. "You're soaked, Madison. Is this for me?" I bit my lip, refusing to answer. "Did you take them off in the bathroom?" he asked, his voice husky as his fingers explored my wetness. "Yes," I admitted, my breath catching as his fingers slid between my folds. I refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing I'd done it for him. "Don't read too much into it." "No?" His thumb brushed against my clit, making me jerk in the seat. "Your pussy seems to be telling a different story." I bit my lip to keep from moaning. "My pussy doesn't speak for me." "Give them to me." "What?" "Your panties. I know they're in your purse." His fingers continued their maddening exploration. "Hand them over." With trembling hands, I reached into m
MadisonI smoothed down my skirt and took a deep breath, trying to ignore the throbbing between my legs. How was I supposed to focus on work when my body was still humming with unfulfilled needs? John opened the car door, and Alexander stepped out first, buttoning his suit jacket with practiced ease. I followed, grateful for the moment to compose myself. "The project meeting starts in ten minutes," Alexander said, checking his watch. "I need to grab something from my office first. I'll meet you in the conference room." "Yes, Mr. Knight." He strode ahead, leaving me to follow at my own pace. I took the opportunity to duck into the restroom, desperate to make myself presentable. The mirror reflected a woman I barely recognized—flushed cheeks, slightly swollen lips, and eyes still bright with arousal. I splashed cold water on my face, careful not to ruin my makeup, and retrieved my panties from my purse. "This is insane," I muttered as I slipped into a stall to put them back on. Th
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