MadisonI woke to sunlight streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows, my body deliciously sore in places I'd forgotten existed. The silk sheets whispered against my bare skin as I stretched, wincing at the pleasant ache between my legs. The other side of the bed was empty, the sheets cold. No sign of Alexander. "Ow," I muttered, sitting up carefully. My thighs protested the movement, and I discovered new bruises blooming on my hips - perfect imprints of his fingers. Heat crept up my neck as memories from last night flooded back. The way he'd pinned me against the railing, his mouth trailing down my spine, his commands whispered in my ear... I flopped back onto the pillows, covering my face with my hands. What had gotten into me? The shy, sensible Madison Harper I knew would never have begged a man to-. No. Not going there. The mirror across the room caught my attention, and I couldn't help but gasp at my reflection. My hair was a wild mess, and his kisses kept my lips still swol
AlexanderI stepped back from Madison, her legs still dangling off my kitchen counter, the silk robe barely covering what I'd thoroughly explored last night. The sight of her there, disheveled and marked by my attention, tested my self-control. "Alex! Where are you, man?" Anthony's voice boomed through the speaker. I ran a hand through my hair, pacing toward the living room. "At home. What do you want?" "Home? Since when have you skipped morning meetings?" He laughed. "Listen, we're getting everyone together next Sunday for dinner. The usual crew." My jaw clenched. I knew exactly what 'the usual crew' meant - Anthony's rotating collection of eligible socialites he kept trying to set me up with. "Dinner on Next Sunday? Can't make it." "Come on-" "And while we're at it, stop with the matchmaking attempts. I'm not interested." I caught a glimpse of Madison shifting on the counter, the robe sliding higher. Fuck. "Matchmaking? It's just dinner, you paranoid bastard." Anthony's
AlexanderI strode into my bedroom, drawn by the thought of Madison naked in my shower. The sound of running water grew louder as I approached the bathroom. My hand paused on the door handle - unlocked. A grin spread across my face. "Someone's feeling brave," I muttered, pushing the door open. Steam filled the massive bathroom, fogging the mirrors and glass shower walls. Through the haze, I caught glimpses of Madison's curves as she stood under the rainfall showerhead, water cascading down her body. I pulled my t-shirt over my head, tossing it aside. "Forgot to lock the door, sweetheart?" She spun around, water droplets flying. Her hands flew up to cover herself, which was fucking adorable considering what we'd been doing all night. "Mr. Knight! I-I didn't mean to-" "Didn't mean to what?" I stepped out of my shorts, my cock already hard from the sight of her. "Leave the door unlocked while you're wet and naked in my shower?" Her cheeks flushed pink. "It wasn't intentional." I
AlexanderI stared at the real estate project files spread across my desk, running calculations for the new development in my head. The numbers looked promising, but something about the location nagged at me. My phone buzzed. Leo's name flashed on the screen. "Tell me you found something," I said, leaning back in my chair. "Bad news, man. No one else got drugged that night. I checked hospital records, talked to event staff, and even bribed a few waiters. You were the only target." "Fuck." I pinched the bridge of my nose. "The footage was useless, too. Whoever did this knew exactly where the cameras were." "Smart bastards. Must have cased the place beforehand." "Yeah, but their plan failed," I smirked, remembering how I'd made it straight to my penthouse instead of wherever they'd intended. "They probably wanted me incapacitated somewhere specific. Instead, I went home and..." Madison's face flashed in my mind, making my cock twitch at the memory. "And what?" Leo's voice dripped
Madison"Oh, before I forget!" I straightened up, remembering my upcoming trip. "I'll be heading to Las Vegas for work. But don't worry - Hazel's promised to check on you regularly while I'm gone." "Las Vegas?" Mom's eyes sparkled with interest. "Now that's what I'm talking about! Finally, some excitement in your life." "Mom, it's a business trip." "Business in the day, pleasure at night." She waggled her eyebrows. "What happens in Vegas-" "Don't you dare finish that sentence?" I shot her a warning look. "And please, for the love of everything holy, stop trying to set me up with every breathing male within a ten-mile radius." Hazel snorted. "Including her boss." "Especially my boss!" "Oh, come on." Mom adjusted her pillow, grinning like a teenager with gossip. "A girl can dream, can't she? Besides, what else am I supposed to do all day?" "Read a book? Do your physical therapy exercises? Actually, rest and recover?" "Boring!" She waved dismissively. "Matchmaking keeps me young
MadisonAlexander's eyes flashed with a hunger that sent shivers down my spine. He lifted me effortlessly, carrying me to the bedroom at the back of the plane. The door clicked shut behind us, sealing us in a world of his making. He set me down on the edge of the bed, standing before me like a king surveying his domain. "On your knees." His voice was rough, commanding. I hesitated, a mix of nerves and anticipation swirling in my stomach. But the look in his eyes brooked no argument. I slid off the bed, kneeling before him. The plush carpet cushioned my knees, a stark contrast to the hard man towering over me. He unbuckled his belt, the sound of metal against leather echoing in the room. "You know what I want, Madison." I reached up, my hands trembling slightly as I unzipped his pants. His cock sprang free, huge and hard, mere inches from my face. I looked up at him, eyes wide, suddenly feeling very small. "Go on," he urged, voice thick with desire. I tentatively wrapped my fing
MadisonI lay there, still catching my breath, my body a mess of tingling nerves and satisfaction. His weight felt oddly comforting, anchoring me to the bed in a way that made the entire world seem distant. He lifted his head, capturing my lips in a slow, lingering kiss. "How did that feel?" "Intense," I managed to say, still reeling from the aftershocks of my orgasm. "Amazing." A smirk played on his lips. "Have you ever fucked in the sky before?" I blinked at him, the absurdity of the question pulling a laugh from me. "No." "Well," he said with a cocky grin, "get used to it. You'll be getting these kinds of fucks regularly." His words sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. The idea of being at his beck and call for this kind of pleasure was both thrilling and terrifying. I watched as Alexander rolled off me, his muscled body glistening with sweat. My thighs were still trembling from our encounter, and I could barely catch my breath. "You look thoroughly fucked," he s
AlexanderI pressed Madison harder against the glass, relishing her trembling under my touch. Her small gasps and whimpers drove me wild, awakening a primal need to possess her completely. "Look at you," I murmured against her lips. "So responsive." I pressed her breasts, feeling their softness yield to my touch. Her breath hitched as I pinched her nipples through the fabric of her dress, rolling the hardening buds between my fingers. Madison bit her lip, a soft moan escaping her. "Mr. Knight..." "Shh," I hushed her, my hands moving to the hem of her dress. "Let's get this off you." I pulled the dress over her head in one smooth motion, leaving her standing there in her bra and panties. The sight of her nearly naked body, curves on full display, sent a rush of blood straight to my cock. I stepped back, taking a moment to appreciate the view. Her breasts heaved with each breath, nipples straining against the lace of her bra. I could see the damp spot on her panties, evidence of h
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