Semua Bab A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss: Bab 291 - Bab 300

Madison"Fair enough," Hazel conceded. "But as her best friend, I reserve the right to be nosy.""And as her boyfriend, I reserve the right to keep some things between us." His thumb traced circles on my knee.The lights dimmed before Hazel could press further, saving me from what was sure to be an uncomfortable interrogation. The orchestra began to play, and the curtain rose on the elaborate opening scene.I tried to focus on the show, but Alexander's hand remained on my knee, his touch both comforting and distracting. Occasionally, he would lean close to whisper commentary in my ear, his breath warm against my skin.Hazel was completely engrossed in the performance, occasionally dabbing at her eyes during emotional scenes. During intermission, she turned to us with shining eyes."This is even better than I imagined," she gushed. "The set design alone is worth the ticket price."Alexander refilled our champagne glasses. "I'm glad you're enjoying it.""Enjoying it? I'm having a religi

MadisonThe certainty in his voice made my chest tighten. Before I could respond, the car pulled up to Hazel's apartment building. "This is me," she announced, gathering her purse. "Mr. Knight, thank you again for an amazing evening. The show, the dinner—all of it was incredible." "You're welcome," he replied. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." Hazel leaned over to hug me goodbye, her lips brushing my ear. "He's absolutely crazy about you," she whispered. "Have fun tonight, and I mean the kind of fun that leaves you both breathless and craving more." I felt heat rush to my face as she pulled back with a knowing grin. "Text me tomorrow," she said, louder this time. "With ALL the details." "I'm going straight home," I insisted. "Mom's waiting up." Hazel gave me a look that clearly said she didn't believe me. "Sure you are, honey. Straight home... eventually." With a final wave, she stepped out of the car, blowing a kiss before disappearing into her building. Alexander turned to me as t

MadisonHe lined himself up and thrust back in with one smooth stroke, making me cry out at the deeper penetration this position allowed. His hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise as he set a relentless pace. "Alexander!" I gasped, dropping to my elbows as the pleasure became too intense to support myself. "That's it," he growled. "Face down, ass up. Take my cock like the good girl you are." One hand snaked around to find my clit, rubbing firm circles that had me seeing stars. "I want to feel you come on my cock, Maddie. Now." The combination of his words, his fingers on my clit, and his thick cock pounding into me pushed me over the edge. I came with a scream, my pussy clenching around him as waves of pleasure crashed over me. "Fuck!" he groaned, his rhythm becoming erratic as my orgasm triggered his own. He thrust deep one last time, his body shuddering against mine as he came. For a moment, we stayed frozen in that position, both panting and trembling from the intensity

Madison"The lasagna is exceptional," Alexander said, smoothly changing the subject. "I can see where Madison gets her attention to detail." Mom beamed. "Family recipe. I've been perfecting it for years." "It's amazing," I agreed, grateful for the shift in conversation. "Best batch yet." "The secret is in the herbs," Mom confided. "Fresh basil makes all the difference." As dinner progressed, I found myself watching Alexander interact with my mother. He was attentive, charming, and genuinely interested in her stories. It was a side of him I rarely saw in the office: this warmth, this easy charm that had nothing to do with business deals or power plays. When Mom excused herself to use the restroom, Alexander leaned closer to me. "Your mother is delightful," he said quietly. "She likes you," I replied, surprised by how much that pleased me. His fingers brushed mine under the table. "Good. I like her too." He paused, his expression softening. "And I especially like seeing this sid

MadisonWe ate in charged silence, the air between us thick with anticipation. When I took my last bite, Alexander stood and collected our plates. "Leave them," I said, reaching for his hand. He shook his head. "Patience." In the kitchen, he loaded the dishwasher while I wiped down the counters. The domestic scene felt surreal, given the sexual tension crackling between us. "You're staring," he said without looking up. "Just appreciating the view." My eyes traced the lines of his back, the way his jeans hugged his ass. He turned, catching me mid-appraisal. His gaze traveled slowly down my body, lingering on my breasts, my hips, my legs. He closed the distance between us, caging me against the counter with his arms. "You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?" "Good." I ran my hands up his chest. "The feeling's mutual." His mouth claimed mine in a hungry kiss, his tongue demanding entrance. I opened for him, moaning as his hands gripped my waist, lifting me onto the counter.