All Chapters of A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

MadisonWe pulled into his building's underground garage. The elevator ride was torture. He stood close enough that I could feel his body heat, but he didn't touch me. The tension crackled between us like static electricity. The moment his penthouse door closed behind us, he pounced. His lips crashed into mine, hungry and demanding. My back hit the wall as his hands gripped my hips, pinning me in place. A gasp escaped my lips, but he swallowed it whole, his mouth moving against mine with an urgency that sent heat coursing through my veins. "Fuck, Madison," he growled, his voice low and gravelly. "You drive me insane." Before I could respond, he hoisted me up, his hands cupping my ass. Instinctively, my legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in place. His hardness pressed against me, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. "Oh god," I moaned, my fingers digging into his shoulders. His lips never left mine, kissing me with a fervor that was both exhilarating and overw

MadisonI padded across the plush carpet, my legs still wobbly from our morning activities. Alexander lounged on the bed, absorbed in something on his phone, his naked form barely covered by the silk sheets. The bathroom door opened to a space bigger than my entire apartment. Marble countertops stretched for days, a rainfall shower occupied one corner, and a deep soaking tub dominated the center. Even the toilet looked expensive enough to pay my rent. "Holy shit," I whispered, running my fingers along the cool stone. Multiple shower heads lined the walls, and a bench seat beckoned invitingly. The mirror spanning the length of the counter reflected my disheveled appearance – hair a mess, lips were swollen, and... were those bite marks? I winced as I stepped into the shower, the hot water hitting spots that reminded me just how thoroughly I'd been fucked. The expensive body wash smelled like him. As I lathered up, my mind wandered to his roughness, the way he'd manhandled me without

MadisonI ducked into the fitting room, grateful for a moment alone to catch my breath. The midnight blue dress hung elegantly on its hanger, taunting me. I emerged a few minutes later, tugging at the hem. "I think it's too short." His eyes traveled slowly up my legs. "It's perfect." "But—" "Try the next one." I grabbed a conservative black dress with long sleeves and a high neckline. His expression darkened when I showed him. "No." "What's wrong with it?" "You look like you're going to a funeral." He shook his head. "Next." The emerald green wrap dress seemed safe enough. Until I realized how deeply the neckline had plunged. "Mr. Knight!" I crossed my arms over my chest. "This is completely inappropriate for work." "Who said anything about work?" His lips curved into that infuriating smirk. "But you're right – that shade doesn't suit you." I let out a huff of frustration as I returned to the fitting room, discarding the emerald green dress. This whole ordeal felt more lik

MadisonHis mouth moved back to mine, kissing me deeply as his hands worked to unzip his pants. I felt his cock spring free, hot and hard against my thigh. He broke the kiss, reaching into his pocket to pull out a condom. Alexander tore open the condom wrapper with his teeth, his eyes never leaving mine. "You ready for this?" he growled, rolling the latex onto his impressive length. I swallowed hard, nodding. A wicked grin spread across his face. "Good girl." He lifted me slightly, positioning himself at my entrance. "Because I'm about to fuck you like you've never been fucked before." With one swift motion, he thrust into me, filling me completely. I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders as I adjusted to his size. "Fuck, you're tight," he groaned, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks. "Your pussy feels incredible." He started moving, his hips driving up into me with force. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body, his cock hitting all the right spots.

MadisonHis hand slipped further up, brushing against the lace of my panties. "I can already imagine it," he said, his voice almost a purr. "You bent over this desk, your ass in the air, begging for my cock." I bit my lip to stifle a moan as his fingers teased along the edge of my panties. "I'd start slow," he continued, sliding one finger along the damp fabric. "Make you beg for it. Make you plead until you're dripping wet and desperate for me." His words painted vivid pictures in my mind, making my breathing hard. "And then I'd fuck you hard and fast," he said, pressing against me so I could feel the hardness straining against his pants. "Pound into you until you're screaming for more." He slipped a finger inside the waistband of my panties, pulling them down just enough to expose me to the cool air. "But I'll wait," he said, pulling back slightly but keeping his grip on me firm. "Tonight." His eyes bore into mine with an intensity that left no room for argument. "I