Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

MadisonHis hands roamed over my exposed skin, caressing and teasing me until I was squirming with need. Then he stood up abruptly and moved to sit on the couch. "Kneel." I turned to face him and saw the fire in his eyes as he watched me lower myself to my knees in front of him. His cock strained against the fabric of his pants, and I licked my lips at the sight. "Take it out." My hands trembled slightly as I reached for his belt buckle. The leather was smooth and cool under my fingers as I unfastened it and then worked on the button and zipper of his pants. He lifted his hips slightly to help me pull them down, along with his boxers. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, and already leaking pre-cum at the tip. My mouth watered at the sight of it. "Suck," he commanded. I leaned forward eagerly, taking him into my mouth. The taste of him was intoxicating, salty, musky, and all-consuming. I hollowed out my cheeks and sucked hard, earning a groan from deep within his chest. "Fuck

AlexanderI made my way across the crowded room, catching snippets of conversations about property values and market trends. Marcus Thompson stood near the floor-to-ceiling windows, deep in conversation with someone I recognized from the city planning commission. His animated gestures suggested he was in the middle of pitching another one of his grand ideas. I glanced back and spotted Madison observing the room with practiced discretion. The emerald dress I'd chosen for her drew appreciative glances, but she maintained her professional demeanor. Good girl. The way she carried herself tonight - poised yet reserved - made me want to drag her into one of the private rooms and mess up her perfect composure. Focus, Alexander. Business first. I turned my attention back to Marcus, who was gesturing animatedly about his latest development plans. The champagne in my hand remained untouched as I approached the small group gathered around him. "Mr. Knight!" Marcus's face lit up with enthusia

MadisonHe crossed the marble floor with that predatory grace that quickened my pulse. Several people tried to catch his attention, but he moved past them like they were invisible. His focus was entirely on me, and the intensity of his gaze made my skin tingle. "Enjoying the party, Miss Harper?" His voice carried that hint of amusement that told me he knew exactly what I'd been thinking about. "Yes, Mr. Knight. The view has been particularly entertaining." His eyes darkened at my choice of words. "Has it now?" "Mmhmm." I gestured vaguely toward where Abigail stood, fuming by the bar. "Some people seem to be having trouble reading the room." He leaned against the column beside me, close enough that his cologne teased my senses but not close enough to touch. "Jealousy looks good on you." "I wasn't jealous." The lie slipped out automatically. "No?" His lips curved into that dangerous smile that promised wicked things. "So you weren't imagining pushing her into the fountain o

AlexanderI guided Madison through the elegant restaurant, my hand resting on the small of her back. The lunch crowd buzzed with quiet conversation and clinking silverware. Our private booth awaited in a secluded corner - perfect for the meeting ahead with Andrew. Madison slid into the curved booth first, and I settled beside her rather than across. The leather upholstery creaked as I shifted closer, our thighs touching beneath the crisp white tablecloth. Her vanilla perfume teased my senses. I traced my fingers along Madison's thigh under the tablecloth, enjoying how her breath caught. The restaurant's ambient noise provided the perfect cover for more intimate activities, but business had to come first for now. "Looks like Andrew's running late again." I checked my Rolex. "I specifically told him noon sharp." Madison smoothed her napkin across her lap. "Maybe he's stuck in traffic, Mr. Knight." I suppressed a smirk, letting my thoughts wander to a more likely scenario. Andrew pr

MadisonI watched Alexander disappear into the suite. The phone continued buzzing in my hand as I walked down the hallway, putting some distance between me and the room. The Vegas afternoon sun streamed through the windows, making the gold-trimmed walls gleam. "Hello?" "Hey, is this Madison?" A familiar voice came through the line. "Jackson? Yeah, it's me." I leaned against the wall, grateful for the cool surface against my heated skin. "Thank god. I was wondering if this was still your number. It's been forever." "Where did you disappear to? You basically dropped off the face of the earth." "Just got back from the UK yesterday, actually. Been there for work." "Three years without a single text or call?" I raised an eyebrow, even though he couldn't see it. "What, they don't have phones across the pond?" He laughed. "Come on, Mads. You know how it is. Work was insane. Barely had time to breathe, let alone socialize." "Right, because hitting the 'send' button on a text