Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss: Kabanata 241 - Kabanata 250

MadisonWhen his grip on my hair finally relaxed, I pulled away, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Alexander looked thoroughly debauched, his chest heaving and a sheen of sweat on his brow. "Fuck," he breathed, reaching down to cup my face. "Come here." I climbed back onto his lap, and he kissed me deeply, seemingly unbothered by tasting himself on my lips. His tongue swept into my mouth possessively, one hand gripping my ass while the other tangled in my hair. "You're fucking incredible," he murmured against my lips. "The things that mouth can do." I smiled. "I aim to please, Mr. Knight." His cock twitched against my thigh at the formal address. "Keep calling me that while you're naked on my lap, and we're going to have a problem." "What kind of problem?" I rolled my hips, feeling him already beginning to harden again. "The kind where I bend you over this railing and fuck you until you scream." His hands squeezed my ass, spreading me slightly. "Would you like that, Ms.

MadisonI lifted myself up, positioning his cock at my entrance before slowly sinking down. We both moaned as I took him to the hilt, the new angle allowing him to penetrate even deeper. "Jesus Christ," he breathed, his fingers digging into my hips. "You're so fucking tight like this." I braced my hands on his chest, rolling my hips experimentally. The friction sent sparks of pleasure shooting through me. "And you're so fucking big." His lips curved into a smug smile. "You say the sweetest things." I began to move in earnest, lifting up until just the tip remained inside before slamming back down. Alexander's hands moved to my ass, guiding my movements as I rode him. "That's it," he encouraged, eyes fixed on where our bodies joined. "Ride my cock, Maddie." I increased my pace, my breasts bouncing with each movement. Alexander reached up to cup them, thumbs flicking over my nipples. "Your tits are fucking perfect," he said, squeezing them together. "I could play with them all da

MadisonThe car pulled up to The Savoy, where uniformed doormen sprang into action. Alexander didn't wait for the driver, opening his door and circling around to my side. The night air carried a slight chill, and I pulled my light jacket closer as we approached the entrance. The lobby took my breath away. Crystal chandeliers hung from ornate ceilings, casting a warm glow over marble floors polished to mirror-like perfection. The space hummed with quiet luxury, staff moving with practiced efficiency, guests speaking in hushed, reverent tones. "Mr. Knight, welcome back to The Savoy." A well-dressed man with an impeccable posture approached us. "We've prepared the River Suite as requested." "Thank you, Adam." Alexander nodded, his hand still at the small of my back. "This is Madison Harper." "A pleasure, Ms. Harper." Adam bowed slightly. "Your luggage has already been taken up. If you'll follow me." We bypassed the check-in desk entirely, heading straight for a private elevator. The

MadisonI reached for my phone to check the time. Just past 8 AM in London. I had a text from Hazel asking how London was, followed by a string of suggestive emojis. I smiled, typing a quick reply promising details later. Alexander emerged from the bathroom with a towel slung low on his hips, droplets of water still clinging to his chest. I tried not to stare, but I failed miserably. The white towel did little to conceal the impressive outline beneath it, and I quickly averted my gaze, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. "Bathroom's all yours," he said casually, as if completely unaware of his effect on me. He moved to the closet where his clothes had been unpacked, the towel shifting dangerously with each step. I slipped out of bed, grabbed my robe, and hurried past him. "Thanks. I'll be quick." The bathroom was still warm and steamy from his shower. I turned the water as hot as I could stand it, letting it wash away my lingering sleepiness. After shampooing my hair with the hote

MadisonThe meal that followed was a revelation. Course after course of exquisitely prepared dishes arrived at our table, each more delicious than the last. "This is incredible," I said between mouthfuls of a perfectly seared scallop. "Better than the ones at The Savoy?" "Different. But yes, maybe better." Alexander looked satisfied as if my enjoyment of the meal was a personal victory. He raised his glass. "To your first visit to London." I clinked my glass against his. "To unexpected tours and excellent guides." His eyes held mine over the rim of his glass. "The tour's just beginning." After lunch, we continued our exploration with a visit to the Tower of London. The ancient fortress loomed over the Thames, its stone walls telling stories of power, imprisonment, and execution. "This is where Anne Boleyn was beheaded," Alexander said as we walked through the courtyard. "And where the princes disappeared." "The princes in the Tower," I nodded. "I read about them in school."