로그인AlexanderI caught her wrist, holding it against my chest so she could feel my heartbeat. The rapid thud beneath her palm betrayed everything I wasn't saying. "I'm paying for clothes for my son and his mother," I said quietly, my thumb stroking the inside of her wrist. "That's all this is." Her pulse jumped beneath my touch. "His mother." "Yes. His mother. The woman who carried him for nine months. Who went through labor alone. Who raised him into the incredible kid sleeping in my guest room right now." Madison's breath hitched. "You make it sound so noble." "It is noble. You're noble. So stop fighting me on this. Let me take care of you both." "I can take care of myself." "I know you can. But you shouldn't have to. Not anymore." She bit her lip, her eyes searching mine. Looking for what, I wasn't sure. Lies? Hidden agendas? Some proof that this was all temporary? "You're looking at me like you want to murder me," I observed, my voice dropping lower. "But also like you want t
Alexander"Then answer my questions." I kept my voice low, watching her face flush deeper. "What kind of panties do you want? Cotton? Lace? Or are you planning not to wear any? Is that your plan? No panties tonight?" "Alexander!" Her hand smacked my chest, but she didn't pull away. "I'm just trying to get your order right. Be specific." "Cotton," she managed, her voice coming out breathy. "I wear cotton panties. Sometimes lace. Depends on my mood." "And your mood tonight?" "Cotton is fine." "What about bras? Lace? Something else?" "Lace usually. Sometimes others, depending on what I'm wearing." I shifted beneath her, adjusting her weight on my lap. Her breath caught, her fingers curling into my shirt. "And clothes? Jeans? Pants? Shirts? Blouses?" "All of it. Whatever's comfortable." She tried to move off my lap, but I held firm. "Comfortable. Got it." I studied her face, memorizing the way her pupils dilated, how her lips parted slightly. "Anything else I should know?" "Ho
AlexanderHer head whipped toward me, eyes widening. "Alexander." "What? It's practical. I have shirts that'll fit you. Probably better than sleeping in what you're wearing now." "I can't wear your clothes." "Why not?" "Because." She crossed her arms. "Because it's weird." "Is it? You used to wear my shirts all the time." Heat flooded her face. "That was different." "How?" "Because we were." She paused, searching for words. "We had an arrangement." "An arrangement where you wore my shirts and looked incredible in them." Madison's cheeks went pink. "Stop." "Stop what? Telling the truth?" "Stop flirting with me." I shifted closer, watching her reaction carefully. She didn't move away. The space between us narrowed to inches, maybe less. Close enough, I saw the way her pupils dilated, the slight parting of her lips. Close enough, her breath ghosted across my skin, warm and unsteady. Her eyes dropped to my mouth. Stayed there. My pulse kicked up, blood rushing in my ears l
AlexanderMy fingers itched to touch her. "Madison." "Don't." She stood abruptly. "Don't say whatever you're about to say." "I was just going to ask if you were thirsty." Her cheeks flushed pink. "Oh." "There's a vendor over there. Water? Lemonade?" "Water's fine." I stood, heading toward the cart while Madison returned her attention to Ethan. The vendor handed over two bottles of water, and I paid him. When I returned, Madison accepted hers gratefully, twisting off the cap and taking a long drink. "Thanks." "You're welcome." Ethan ran over, his face flushed and sweaty. "Can I have water too?" Madison handed him her bottle. He drank half of it in one go, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "I made three friends! Their names are Sam, Lily, and Max!" He bounced on his toes. "Can I play more?" "Ten more minutes," Madison said. "Then we need to start heading back." "Okay!" He raced off again, the bottle forgotten on the bench beside her. I watched him go, somet
AlexanderHer lips curved slightly, just the barest hint of a smile back. The gesture hit harder than it should have. Ethan shoved the last three fries into his mouth simultaneously, his cheeks bulging like a chipmunk. "Don't choke," Madison said automatically, her hand reaching across to wipe ketchup from his chin with a napkin. "I won't!" The words came out garbled around potato. He swallowed dramatically. "See? I'm a professional." "Very professional," I agreed. "Olympic-level fry consumption." "What's Olympic?" "A competition where the best people in the world compete." His eyes went enormous. "I could win the Olympics for eating?" "Probably." I finished my burger, watching Madison pick at her salad with the enthusiasm of someone fulfilling an obligation. "You done?" She glanced at her half-eaten plate. "Yeah. I'm not that hungry." "You should eat more," Ethan announced, suddenly concerned. "You always tell me to finish my vegetables." "That's different." "How?" "Beca
AlexanderWe grabbed our things, Ethan bouncing the entire way to the elevator. The ride down felt quick, his excitement filling every available space. The Bentley purred to life. Ethan claimed the backseat again, kicking his feet and humming some tune I didn't recognize. "There's a theater near Union Square," Madison said, pulling out her phone. "Showtime in forty minutes." "Perfect." Traffic cooperated for once. We made it with time to spare, finding parking without the usual Manhattan nightmare. The theater lobby buzzed with families, couples, and groups of teenagers. Ethan's hand found mine automatically as we navigated the crowd toward the ticket counter. "Three for the penguin movie," I told the bored teenager behind the glass. "Two o'clock showing?" "Yes." I handed over my card without looking at the total. Madison started to protest. "Alexander, I can pay—" "Already done." I collected the tickets and passed them to Ethan. "You're in charge of these, prince." "I won
MadisonI closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. Maybe it wasn't what it looked like. Maybe there was a reasonable explanation. But the image of his hand on her back, the intimacy of their posture, burned behind my eyelids. I forced myself to move, walking mechanically to my desk outside Alexander'
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, cir
Madison"Good morning, Ms. Harper," he said, voice smooth as velvet. His gaze traveled over me appreciatively, lingering just long enough to be noticeable before returning to my face. "Good morning, Mr. Knight," I replied with professional politeness. Good morning, you two-timing asshole, I added
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 h







