AlexanderScarlett's smile faltered for a split second. "Fine. Let's talk business." She pulled out a tablet from her designer bag. "I've been looking at expansion opportunities in Europe and Asia. The markets are ripe for-" "No." I turned back to my laptop. "You didn't even look at the projections." "Don't need to. The board's already made their position clear." She huffed, sliding off my desk. "The board is full of old men stuck in their ways. With your support-" "The board," I cut her off, "consists of experienced investors who've been in this game longer than you've been alive. And they're right - your expansion plan is too aggressive." "Our profits are up 300% from last year!" "And instead of paying dividends, you're burning through cash like it's going out of style." I leaned back in my chair. "What happens when one of your gambles doesn't pay off? When a market crashes or a competitor undercuts you?" "That won't happen." "Really? You have a crystal ball I don'
AlexanderI straightened up, pressing my hard cock against her. She gasped, pushing back against me. I chuckled, grinding into her. "You feel that? That's what you do to me." I reached around, sliding my hand between her legs. She was already wet, her pussy slick and ready. "Looks like someone's eager," I murmured, circling her clit with my thumb. Madison squirmed, her breath coming in short gasps. "Mr. Knight, please..." "Please what?" I teased, sliding a finger inside her. She clenched around me, a soft moan escaping her lips. "Please fuck you? Please make you come all over my hand?" She pushed back against me, taking my finger deeper. "Yes," she whispered. "Yes, what?" I pulled out, adding another finger, stretching her. "Yes, please...fuck me." The words were barely audible, but they were all I needed. I grabbed a condom from my wallet, tearing it open with my teeth. Madison watched over her shoulder as I rolled it onto my cock, her eyes wide. "Like what you see?
MadisonMy phone buzzed against my hip as I sorted through expense reports. The hospital's number flashed across the screen, sending my heart racing. "Miss Harper? We've received confirmation from Hallmark Hospital. They're ready to accept your mother's transfer today." I gripped the edge of my desk. "Today? That's wonderful. What time should I be there?" "The ambulance is scheduled for three PM. If you could arrive by two-thirty to handle the paperwork, that would be ideal." I glanced at the clock - one forty-five. "I'll be there. Thank you." After ending the call, I smoothed my skirt and walked to Alexander's office. I knocked softly. "Come in." His deep voice resonated from behind the heavy oak door. "I need to request a few hours off this afternoon." My fingers twisted together. "The hospital called. They're ready to transfer Mom to Hallmark." "Of course. Take the rest of the day." He reached for his phone. "I'll have John drive you." "That's not necessary. I can take a c
Madison"What? No!" I stood up, straightening my skirt. "Why would you think that?" "Because you're doing that thing with your hands." She pointed to where I was fidgeting with my sleeve. "You always do that when you're hiding something." I quickly dropped my hands. "There's no one, Mom. I'm just busy with work and... everything else." "Everything else being...?" "Make sure my mother rests instead of playing matchmaker from her hospital bed." She huffed dramatically. "Fine, fine. But just so you know, I wouldn't mind having a doctor for a son-in-law." "Mom!" "What? I'm just thinking ahead. Plus, imagine the family discount on medical care." I shook my head, trying not to laugh. "First day in a fancy hospital, and you're already trying to set me up with the staff." "Hey, a mother can dream." She adjusted her pillows. "Besides, did you see how gentle his hands were? Imagine those hands making you breakfast in the morning-" "Mom!" I covered my face. "Please stop." "F
AlexanderI lounged back in the plush leather chair, swirling the amber liquid in my crystal tumbler. The bar's dim lighting cast shadows across Leo's face as jazz music played softly. "Found anything interesting?" I knocked back the whiskey, savoring its smoky finish. Leo sprawled in his chair, loosening his tie. "Our mystery bartender's quite the traveler. Bounces between high-end events like a ping-pong ball. Originally from some dusty town in Texas. Gets hired for exclusive events, celebrity parties, that sort of thing." Leo flagged down a waitress. "Another round." "Find him. I want to know exactly what he was doing at the event." "Already on it." "What about our lady in red?" "Ah, your secret admirer?" Leo reached into his briefcase and pulled out a hard drive. "Got everything right here. Every frame, every angle, just like you asked. Give me two days, and I'll have our mystery woman's identity. After that, finding her will be child's play. One day, tops." The waitress se
MadisonI fidgeted with my purse strap as John navigated the evening traffic. Alexander sat beside me, his presence making the back seat feel impossibly small. The leather seats squeaked as I shifted, trying to maintain a professional distance. The city lights blurred past the tinted windows as we drove. I kept my eyes fixed ahead, pretending to be fascinated by the brake lights of the cars in front of us. My mind was elsewhere, tangled in confusion about why Alexander had decided to take me out for dinner. It wasn't like him to suggest such things, especially not in the midst of a busy week. Then I felt his hand on my thigh, warm through the thin fabric of my skirt. My breath caught. "The driver," I whispered, mortified. My eyes darted to John's reflection in the rearview mirror. Alexander's hand stayed put, his thumb tracing small circles that sent shivers up my spine. My face burned hot enough to melt steel. "John's focused on the road." His voice dropped low, meant only for m
MadisonI blinked hard, rubbing my eyes. This couldn't be real. Maybe the champagne had gone to my head? But no - there she was, perfect teeth flashing as she tossed her hair over one shoulder. Abigail Whitmore. My stomach dropped. The bathroom mirror's confidence boost evaporated as I watched her lean toward Alexander, her designer dress probably worth three months of my salary. Her laugh carried across the restaurant, making my skin crawl. What a joke. Here I was, getting all hot and bothered by his touches under the table, believing his whispered dessert promises at his place. And now Abigail sat there, commanding his attention like she owned him. Alexander had a short history with her last year after meeting her in a pub through mutual friends. I remembered that night at the pub last year. She'd practically draped herself over him at the bar, her fingers tracing patterns on his sleeve as if marking her territory. They'd left together so quickly like they couldn't wait another
MadisonMy cheeks burned. I took a sip of champagne to avoid responding. "Let me give you some advice." She leaned forward, her diamond bracelet catching the light. "Alexander likes his women sexy. Short skirts, high heels, the works. Though..." Her eyes raked over me. "Even in designer clothes, you're not really his type. He prefers women with a certain presence." I stared at my half-empty glass, wishing I could disappear into the plush booth cushions. "Women like me," she continued, preening. "Last time we were together, he couldn't keep his hands off me. The things that man can do..." She fanned herself with her hand. "But I'm sure you wouldn't know anything about that." My grip tightened on my glass as I remembered the feel of Alexander's hands on my thigh just minutes ago. The marks he'd left on my neck that I'd carefully covered with makeup. But I kept my expression neutral, letting her assumptions stand. "Nothing to say?" She smirked. "I suppose that's for the best. Wouldn
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