A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

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

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

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

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

MadisonI opened my eyes, half dazed with pleasure and half frustrated at being denied release. But any protest was lost as I watched him tear open a condom packet with his teeth, eyes never leaving mine. "Turn around," he growled, low and rough. I obeyed, heart racing as I got onto all fours. The bedspread felt smooth beneath my hands. I felt him behind me, positioning himself, the blunt head of his cock pressing insistently at my entrance. Without warning, he thrust into me with one smooth stroke, filling me completely. "Oh fuck, yes," I cried out, relishing the delicious stretch. "Goddamn," he muttered, gripping my hips. "You're so tight, Madison." He started to move, setting a blistering pace that had me gripping the bedspread for dear life. His cock stretched me, reaching places inside me that left me breathless and wanting. He spanked my ass, the sharp sting making me gasp and arch back against him. "Again," I pleaded, surprising even myself. He obliged, landing another