Madam Secretary Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The sexsecretary "Miss, what do you need? Do you have an appointment?" the secretary asked while inspecting her body. Addison flipped her hair and curled her eyebrows. "None, but Matteo needs me now, you know, baby time." The secretary was stunned for a while, so she took the chance to enter the office and lock it. Matteo sat in his swivel chair at the end of the hallway and appeared to be dozing off. She had such amazing timing. Her boots' resounding footsteps in the office caused him to become preoccupied. Although he was a little taken aback by her appearance, he quickly felt relieved after taking off her coat and coming clean in front of her. In his eyes, she detected lust. What a moron!

Brown hung up, and I sighed in relief since this conversation went better than expected. The door opened, and a young secretary came in with a piece of paper in her hand. "I'm sorry, Mr. Green. There were two calls while you were busy. I wrote down the details for you." She placed the paper on my desk. " Thank you," I replied, glancing at her when she turned around. This woman has the body of a goddess. She could easily be successful as a model, so why would she stick to the secretary's role? I caught myself staring at her delicious a*s many times, wondering how it would be to grab it in my hand. Unfortunately, this would never come true, as I played the role of a man in love with Sandra. I

I could now finally breathe properly. Evening finally came, and I frowned when I saw Maddy getting too close to my girlfriend. It doesn’t take a genius for you to notice how Maddy, also known as the secretary of the student council, has a crush on Amelia. My eyes turned into slits when I saw Maddy cupped Amelia’s face to make Amelia look at her.

"Liar! I was the one who asked for the diamond! I was the one who offered to make her ring! You saw the messages I sent her from your phone and chose to ignore them. Rachel, do you really think Owen is a good man? He isn't! He's my lover and he funds my lifestyle. If his grandpa hadn't interfered, I would've been Mrs. Buckley long ago!" She caressed her stomach with manic devotion. "Look, I have Owen's child right here." His eyes went bloodshot with rage. He punched her hard in the stomach. "Where did this bastard come from? How dare you pin it on me! Shameless slut! I funded you our of pity and made you my secretary. Who knew you've been plotting against me all along?!" I had had enough of

"Ava, honestly, I feel like I’m being kidnapped by the secret service." "Only the best for you, Mom," Ava said, tucking a blanket around her mother’s legs. By the time they reached Ava’s apartment, the sun was beginning to dip below the skyline, casting long, amber shadows across the living room. Marcus helped get Elena settled into the armchair—the one with the best view of the window—and brought up her bags before giving Ava a respectful nod and heading back to the office. The apartment felt small after the grandeur of the weekend, but it felt like theirs.

“Good girl… such a good fucking girl… Daddy’s filling you up… so much cum… gonna drip down your legs all day… His body finally shuddered to a stop, cock still twitching inside me, buried to the balls. My pussy kept fluttering around him, milking every last drop while I panted and whimpered against the desk, completely wrecked. He leaned down, chest heaving against my back, and pressed a rough kiss to my neck. “Fuck… you’re perfect,” he rasped. “My perfect little secret who is now my new secretary. “Wait what!”

She would expect to give him total loyalty while he promised nothing in return of loyalty, or a future. With common sense and self-respect, she had to choose the proper position of a secretary and refuse the horizontal position of a mistress, but she hesitated. She had been Kelvin's secretary for a year, and had fallen in love with him for that time. If she chose the job, he would never allow her to have any closeness to him as she does now. As mistress, she was at least free to express her love in her own way, and the hours spent in his arms were like a talisman against a future without him. That future she will gradually have to face.

"Count me in as a supporter for the childhood friend!" "Nonsense! Is it true that she's pregnant with the childhood friend's child? I'm so anxious, can someone with inside information come out and expose it!" “It’s fake, the young miss is not that kind of person!” "Exactly! Secretary Woods has focused all her attention on Darwin Solomon for the past five years, taking care of all his needs. Did you know that once, when Darwin Solomon's tie got stained by a waiter, he didn't even bother to buy a new one. In the end, Secretary Woods drove for three hours and personally replaced his tie! He still wasn't happy when she arrived late. Secretary Woods has such a good temper, if it were me, I would

I say, pointing at the letters. "I know," she says with disinterest. "I started writing them, before Damien decided he didn't need me anymore." This makes me pause. I can't tell if she's telling the truth or not. Should I ask Damien about it? If she's telling the truth, that means she's reading them right now. I move towards the door, but I stop when she clicks her tongue against her teeth. She says with a smirk, "I wouldn't go in there if I were you, Madam Secretary."