MadisonI set down my fork, choosing my words carefully. "He's attentive. Generous." Insatiable. Dominant. Mind-blowing. "We're taking things slow." Mom's expression told me she didn't believe that for a second. "Slow? Is that what the kids call it these days?" "Mom!" She laughed, delighted by my discomfort. "I'm just teasing, honey. But seriously, I haven't seen you this happy in years. Whatever he's doing, it's working." I busied myself with my breakfast, avoiding her knowing gaze. The truth was, despite the complications and my anxieties about Katherine, I was happy. Happier than I'd been in a long time. And that terrified me. "Oh! Before I forget," Mom said, standing to clear her plate. "Dr. Williams called this morning. He wants to adjust my medication schedule. I have an appointment tomorrow at ten." "I'll take you," I said automatically. "No need. They're sending a car." She beamed. "Apparently, it's standard for all patients on my treatment plan." Alexander. It had to
MadisonI stared into my coffee mug, watching the steam curl upward in lazy spirals as sunlight streamed through my bedroom window. Last night's dreams had been filled with Alexander, his hands, his mouth, his commanding presence. Even now, hours after waking, I could still feel the ghost of his touch on my skin. I took a long sip, savoring the bitter warmth as I scrolled through my phone. No messages from him yet today. Not surprising. It was barely 7 AM, and Alexander rarely texted before 8 unless it was urgent. Setting my mug on the nightstand, I headed to the bathroom, peeling off my oversized T-shirt as I went. The mirror reflected a woman I barely recognized sometimes, confident and with a subtle glow that hadn't been there before Alexander Knight crashed into my life. I stepped into the shower, letting hot water cascade over my body as my thoughts drifted back to him. Something had shifted since Katherine's appearance at the gala. Nothing dramatic. Alexander was still attent
MadisonI climbed onto the massive bed, positioning myself in the center as instructed. Alexander stood, moving to the nightstand where he kept the condoms. I watched as he rolled one onto his impressive length, my core clenching in anticipation. "Spread your legs," he commanded, climbing onto the bed between them. "I want to see that pretty pussy." I obeyed, feeling exposed yet empowered by the raw hunger in his gaze. He positioned himself at my entrance, the head of his cock teasing my sensitive folds. "Tell me again what you want," he demanded. "I want you to fuck me," I repeated, more confidently this time. "Please, Alexander." He rewarded me by pushing just the tip inside, stretching me deliciously. "Like this?" "More," I gasped, lifting my hips to try to take more of him. He chuckled, pulling back slightly. "Patience, Ms. Harper. I like to savor what's mine." Mine. The possessive word sent a thrill through me. In this moment, I was his, completely and utterly. But was h
Madison"Tell me you want more," he demanded, his voice low and commanding. "I want more," I admitted, surprised by how much I meant it. He rewarded me with another slap, followed by his fingers sliding between my folds to find me even wetter than before. "Fuck, you're drenched," he groaned, circling my entrance teasingly. "All this from a little spanking? What a dirty girl you are." His words should have embarrassed me, but instead, they sent another rush of wetness between my thighs. There was something freeing about being with Alexander, about letting go of my carefully constructed professional persona and just being raw and sexual. His fingers pushed inside me again, stretching me as his other hand continued to knead my ass. I moaned, pushing back against him, silently begging for more. "So responsive," he murmured, sounding almost reverent. "So perfect for me." For him. Not for anyone else. The possessiveness in his voice made my heart skip a beat. But was it real? Or just
MadisonAlexander's large hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh with possessive intensity. "Spread your legs wider," he commanded. I adjusted my stance, feeling exposed and vulnerable as the warm water streamed down my back. His hand slid around to my front, fingers dancing across my stomach before dipping lower. "So fucking wet already," he growled as his fingers found my slick folds. "Is this all for me?" "Yes," I gasped as he slid one finger inside me. His other hand gripped my breast, pinching my nipple hard enough to make me cry out as a second finger thrust deep inside me. His fingers worked me expertly, pumping in and out while his thumb circled my clit. My hips began to move of their own accord, grinding against his hand as pleasure built low in my belly. "Look at you," he murmured. "So desperate for my fingers. What would your coworkers think if they could see you now? Their prim and proper project manager, begging to be fucked in the shower." "I'm
MadisonI set my mug down with deliberate slowness. "I could use a shower." His grin was positively wolfish. "Good choice." Alexander straightened his back, tugging his sweat-soaked shirt over his head. The motion revealed his chiseled torso, and I couldn't help but admire the defined ridges of his abs, each muscle standing out in stark, tantalizing relief. "Like what you see?" he asked, catching me mid-ogle. "You know I do," I replied, letting the sheet fall completely as I stood. His eyes darkened as they swept over my naked body. "Fuck, you're perfect." "So you keep saying." "Because it's true." He hooked his fingers into the waistband of his shorts, pushing them down along with his boxer briefs in one smooth motion. His cock sprang free, already half-hard and impressive even in its semi-aroused state. My mouth watered at the sight. "Still think you can handle me in the shower?" he challenged, stroking himself lazily. I stepped closer, boldly wrapping my fingers around hi