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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
MadisonI stepped further into the suite, my footsteps barely audible on the plush carpet. The murmur of voices grew clearer as I rounded the corner into the living area. There was Alexander, sitting in his usual commanding pose in the armchair, exuding an air of authority that was impossible to ignore. Abigail lounged on the couch as she owned it, her perfectly styled hair cascading over her shoulders and her designer dress hugging her figure flawlessly. My stomach clenched at the sight of her, a mix of jealousy and confusion swirling within me. When did Abigail come to the resort? Did Alexander invite her? I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, though I wasn't entirely sure why. It wasn't like Alexander and I had any romantic relationship, yet seeing Abigail comfortably settled on the couch made me uneasy. Alexander's eyes found mine immediately. "Miss Harper. Sit." He gestured to the empty chair across from him. I perched on the edge of the seat, hyper-aware of Abigail's
MadisonHe spanked me again, harder this time. The sting was intense, but the pleasure that followed was even more so. "Fuck, Madison," he groaned, his hands gripping my ass tightly. "You should see how red your ass is. It's fucking beautiful." He spanked me again, his hand lingering on my skin. "This ass is mine," he growled. "Mine to touch, mine to spank, mine to fuck." I could feel the heat of his gaze, the intensity of his desire. His hand slid down, cupping my ass cheek, squeezing it hard. I bit my lip, stifling a moan. He leaned over me, his breath hot on my ear. "You feel that, Madison? You feel what you do to me?" He pressed his hips against me, and I could feel his cock, hard and thick, rubbing against my ass through his pants. A shiver ran down my spine, and I nodded, unable to find my voice. "You want this cock, don't you?" His voice was a low rumble, filled with lust and dominance. "You want me to fuck you with it, don't you?" I took a deep breath, my heart pounding
MadisonI flopped back on the couch, my body still humming with unfulfilled desire. "Really?" I muttered to the empty room. "Right in the middle of... that?" I glanced at the money in my hand, counting the crisp bills. Nine hundred dollars. Alexander had handed it over like a pocket change, barely giving it a second thought. "Who just casually hands out hundreds like that?" I shook my head, smoothing out the bills. The gesture touched me, though - he wanted to ensure I'd be safe exploring independently. Despite our arrangement, he showed genuine concern. A small smile crept across my face as I remembered how he'd kissed me before rushing out. Even in his hurry, he'd reminded me to call if anything happened. "It's just business," I reminded myself firmly, though my racing heart suggested otherwise. He was simply being practical, ensuring his "girlfriend" was taken care of while he handled whatever urgent matter Leo had called about. "Focus, Madison," I muttered. "This is just
AlexanderLeo squinted at the footage. "Could be anyone. Friend, maybe?" Rick snorted. "Friend? Please. I've worked security in Vegas long enough to know what's what. That's your classic one-night special right there." He clicked through different camera angles. "You rich folks come here thinking you're being discrete, but trust me - we see everything. The walk of shame is practically a morning ritual around here. Though usually they're gone before sunrise, not..." He checked the timestamp again. "Seven-fifteen." "Fascinating documentary on Vegas dating habits, Rick." I straightened up, my mind already piecing together a different puzzle. "But I think we're barking up the wrong tree here." Leo raised an eyebrow. "You getting that feeling too?" "Come on." I headed for the door, Leo following close behind. Once we were clear of the security room, I stopped. "Maybe we're looking at this all wrong." "What do you mean?" Leo's brow furrowed. "Think about it. We're assuming she's invol
MadisonI hung up the phone, rolling my eyes at Alexander's commanding tone. My fingers tightened around the phone as I started walking back to the resort. Trust him to cut my exploring short with his demands. "Ten minutes," I mimicked under my breath, dodging a group of tourists. "Clock's ticking." The man was insatiable. We'd already spent half the morning tangled in his sheets, and here he was, ordering me back like some horny teenager. The memory of his hands on my body made the heat pool low in my belly. "No, stop that," I scolded myself, quickening my pace. "You're supposed to be annoyed with him." I was actually enjoying myself before his call. The fountains had been spectacular, and I'd spotted at least three shops I wanted to explore. But no - Alexander couldn't wait another hour or two. I sighed, watching another spectacular burst from the fountains. The water danced in perfect synchronization, creating shapes I'd never imagined possible. A cool mist drifted over, offer
MadisonHe broke the kiss just long enough to yank off his shirt, revealing his sculpted chest and abs. "Goddamn," I muttered under my breath before I could stop myself. He chuckled darkly. "Like what you see?" "Yeah," I admitted, running my hands over his smooth skin. "Very much." "Good." He pulled me back into another kiss, one hand tangling in my hair while the other slid between my legs. His fingers found my clit through the thin fabric of the thong and started rubbing slow circles that made me gasp. "You're so wet already," he murmured against my lips. "I can feel it." His words sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. I moaned as his fingers continued their relentless assault on my clit, each touch driving me closer to the edge. "You like that?" he asked, his voice husky. "Yes," I panted. "Oh god, yes." He pushed the thong aside and slid two fingers inside me, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot that made stars explode behind my eyes. "Fuck!" I cried out
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