MadisonIn the mirror, I watched his eyes darken as he nuzzled my neck. "You look delicious in pajamas." One hand slid up to cup my breast through the silk. "But I think I prefer you without them." The bathroom suddenly felt too small, too hot. I needed air. "I'm going to step out onto the balcony." I ducked under his arm, escaping his heated embrace. The cool night air hit my flushed skin as I stepped outside. Fifty floors up, Las Vegas spread out before me like a glittering carpet of stars. I gripped the railing, trying to steady my racing heart. The sounds of the Strip drifted up - music, laughter, the occasional car horn. Standing here in silk pajamas felt surreal, my body still humming from his touch while normal life continued below. "Planning to jump?" His amused voice came from behind me. "Just enjoying the view." "So am I." His response made it clear he wasn't talking about the cityscape. I kept my eyes fixed on the lights below, painfully aware of his presen
MadisonHe positioned himself behind me, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. But he didn't push in, just held himself there, teasing me with what I so desperately wanted. I couldn't help but push back, desperate for more. "Mr. Knight, please..." "Please what, Madison?" His voice was a low growl. "You need to be specific." "Please fuck me." He chuckled darkly, and then he pushed in, filling me inch by inch. The stretch was exquisite, the fullness overwhelming. I let out a breathy moan as he bottomed out inside me. "Goddamn, you're tight," he groaned. He pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, setting a brutal pace that left me gasping for air. His hands gripped my hips hard enough to leave bruises as he pounded into me from behind. "Fuck, Madison," he growled. "You feel so fucking good." Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body. My fingers dug into the couch cushions for support as he fucked me harder and faster. "You like this cock s
Madison"I should go brush my teeth," I said, trying to break the tension between us. Before I could slip away, his arm snaked around my waist, pulling me onto his lap in one fluid motion. The silk sheets tangled around us as I landed against his chest with a small yelp. "Where do you think you're running off to?" His breath tickled my ear. "We have no schedule today, remember?" I shifted on his lap, very aware of his growing hardness beneath me. "Well, then maybe we should make one. How about exploring Las Vegas? I've never really seen the city." "As tempting as that sounds," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear, "I have a different itinerary in mind." I felt his hands tighten around my waist, pulling me even closer. "I want to stay right here with you," he whispered. "I want to fuck you on every surface of this suite. The bed, the shower, the couch... hell, even the balcony and kitchen." His words were like gasoline on an already roaring fire. I could feel my body res
MadisonHis hands slid down to my ass, gripping the flesh tightly. I yelped as he delivered a sharp slap to one cheek; the sting only heightened my arousal. He did it again, the sound echoing through the room, mixing with our ragged breaths and moans. "Mr. Knight," I breathed, my voice shaky as I continued to ride him. His cock filled me completely, hitting all the right spots, driving me wild. He chuckled, the sound low and wicked. "You like that, don't you? A little bit of pain with your pleasure." I couldn't deny it. Every slap sent a jolt of electricity straight to my clit, pushing me closer to the edge. I leaned forward, my hands on his shoulders, my breasts pressing against his chest as I rode him harder, faster. His mouth found mine, his kiss hungry and demanding. I opened up to him, our tongues clashing, our breaths mingling. He tasted like sin and desire, a heady combination that had me reeling. One of his hands slipped between us, his fingers finding my clit. He rubbed
MadisonI took a bite, the perfectly poached egg bursting in my mouth. Despite my nervousness, I had to admit the food was incredible. Alexander's voice cut through my thoughts. "Enjoying your breakfast?" His eyes glinted with amusement as if he knew exactly what he was doing to me. "Yes, it's delicious," I replied, focusing on my plate. "Good. I like watching you eat." He took a leisurely sip of his coffee, his gaze never leaving me. "Especially when you're trying so hard to concentrate." Heat crept up my neck again. "It's just really good food," I said, steadying my voice. He smirked. "Is that so? Or are you just avoiding looking at me because you remember what we started in the car earlier?" I swallowed hard, refusing to rise to his bait. Instead, I took another bite of my eggs benedict. "We left something unfinished back there." His foot brushed against my leg again under the table. "I'm more than willing to continue now." "Mr. Knight," I warned softly, glancing around the
MadisonThe drive back to the resort was quiet, but Alexander's hand never left my thigh. His fingers traced lazy circles on my skin, inching higher with each pass until I had to cross my legs to maintain my composure. "Las Vegas is beautiful at night," he said, his breath hot against my ear. "The lights, the energy... I want to show you everything." His hand squeezed my thigh. "We could go out this evening and explore the city." I tried to focus on the passing scenery instead of how his touch made my body react. "That sounds nice, Mr. Knight." "The view from the High Roller is spectacular." His fingers dipped between my thighs. "Though not as spectacular as the view I had this morning." Heat flooded my cheeks as memories of our morning activities flashed through my mind. "I should call my mother when we get back," I said, attempting to change the subject. "Check how she's doing." "Of course. Take all the time you need." His hand finally retreated as the car pulled up to the
AlexanderI leaned close to Madison's ear, letting my breath tickle her skin. "Don't keep me waiting too long. You know how impatient I get." The way her body tensed at my words sent a rush of satisfaction through me. I strode toward the elevators, my cock already hardening at the thought of what I'd do to her when she came up. The doors slid shut, leaving me alone with my imagination. Visions of Madison writhing beneath me, her soft moans echoing in my ears, had my blood pumping faster. The elevator doors slid open, and I stepped out, adjusting my suit jacket. My mind still swirled with thoughts of Madison - her soft skin, those little whimpers she made when I touched her just right. The plush carpet muffled my footsteps as I strode down the hallway. I slowed as I approached my suite, noticing the door to 5019 directly across from mine. Abigail's suite. What were the fucking odds? "Coincidence, my ass," I muttered, recalling our encounter at the bar. Abigail had always calculated
AlexanderI kept my expression neutral, though my mind raced through possible ways to get rid of her before Madison returned."I'm waiting for my friend, Leo." I leaned against the doorframe, deliberately blocking the entrance.Abigail's perfectly manicured fingers traced the neckline of her dress. "Really? I could have sworn you were expecting someone else." Her smile widened. "Perhaps me?""No, definitely Leo." I checked my watch, playing up the busy executive act. "He should be here any minute.""Oh, come now, Alexander." She stepped closer, her perfume wafting between us - too strong, too artificial. "Is there someone inside? Don't you want to invite me in for old time's sake?"I weighed my options. Leaving her in the hallway might draw more attention, and the last thing I needed was gossip about me entertaining women."Not like that, Abigail." I stepped aside, gesturing her in with calculated indifference. "But please, come in."She sashayed past me, her hips swaying with practic
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
MadisonI watched Alexander wrap up the CNBC interview with practiced ease. His final words—delivered with unwavering confidence—seemed to resonate with the interviewer, who nodded appreciatively. "And there you have it," the host concluded. "Alexander Knight, CEO of Knight Industries, addressing the allegations head-on. We'll continue to follow this developing story throughout the trading day." The red light on the camera blinked off, and Alexander loosened his posture slightly. "How'd I do?" he asked, turning to me as a technician removed his microphone. "Perfect," I replied honestly. "Confident without seeming defensive. The bit about welcoming regulatory scrutiny was particularly effective." He nodded, checking his phone. "The market's been open for twenty minutes. We're down fourteen percent—better than expected." The PR director approached with a tablet. "Mr. Knight, excellent job. We've already got requests from Bloomberg and Fox Business for follow-ups this afternoon."
Madison"Then we'll buy back shares at a discount," Alexander replied smoothly. "Our cash reserves are more than adequate, and it would be an excellent use of capital." This answer seemed to satisfy most of the room, and I noticed several approving nods. "Now," Alexander continued, "I have a series of media appearances scheduled to begin shortly. The best thing all of you can do is project confidence. Call your contacts. Reassure your networks. The worst thing for Knight Industries right now would be for our own leadership to appear panicked." The meeting continued for another thirty minutes, with the executive team outlining specific recovery strategies. I noticed that despite the crisis, most people in the room seemed to be backing Alexander. Even those who had initially expressed anger or concern were now nodding along with his plan. As the meeting wrapped up, board members began filing out, many stopping to speak briefly with Alexander. I stayed close, making note of any c
MadisonThe ride to Knight Industries was tense but quick. Alexander drove with focused precision, occasionally checking his phone at red lights. We arrived at 7:45 AM, pulling into his reserved parking spot. "Take notes on everything. We'll need a complete record of this meeting," Alexander instructed as we entered the building. "Of course, Mr. Knight." The executive floor was buzzing with activity despite the early hours. Staff members hurried about with determined expressions, and I could feel the tension in the air. The usual morning chatter was replaced with hushed, urgent conversations and the constant ringing of phones. Alexander strode ahead of me toward the main boardroom, his presence commanding immediate attention from everyone we passed. I followed closely behind, tablet in hand, ready for what promised to be an intense meeting. "The board members are already arriving," I informed him, checking my watch. "Most of the major shareholders have confirmed attendance as wel