A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss novel Chapter 20

His fingers slid beneath the fabric of my panties, and I gasped, the sound escaping before I could stop it. Heat pooled low in my belly, spreading like wildfire. I wanted to push him away, to tell him this was inappropriate. Instead, I found myself arching into his touch.

“What are you doing?” I managed to whisper, though my resolve wavered with each stroke of his fingers.

“Making sure you understand your new role,” he replied, his voice a dark promise.

“My new role?” My breath hitched as his fingers dipped lower, teasing the edge of my most sensitive spot. “I thought we were

discussing the sche

“Oh, we will,” he said with a smirk. “But first things first.”

His fingers brushed against my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I bit my lip to stifle a moan. This was madness. We

were in his office, for crying out loud!

“Mr. Knight, please-

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My protest turned into a moan as he pressed harder.

“You’re wet,” he observed, his tone almost clinical. “And don’t pretend this doesn’t turn you on.”

“I-” My words failed me as he slipped a finger inside me, curling it just right.

“See?” He withdrew his finger slowly before thrusting back in. “Your body knows what it wants.”

My knees wobbled, and I clutched at his shoulders for support. My rational part screamed that this was wrong on so many

levels. But the rest of me? The rest of me was lost in the sensation of his touch.

“I can’t-” I started, but he silenced me with a kiss.

His lips were firm and demanding against mine. I opened my mouth to protest further, but he took it as an invitation to deepen the kiss. His tongue teased mine, coaxing me to respond.

I melted into him, my mind a whirlwind of confusion and desire. His hand moved skillfully between my legs, fingers sliding deeper into my pussy, stretching me with a delicious ache.

Two fingers became three, filling me completely. I moaned into his mouth, unable to help myself. His fingers thrust in and out with a rhythm that had me seeing stars. My body betrayed me, arching into his touch, craving more.

I gasped when his lips moved to my neck, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin there. “This is… we can’t

“Shh,” he murmured against my skin, making me shiver. “Just feel.”

His fingers curled inside me, hitting that perfect spot that made my toes curl. I was so close, teetering on the edge of orgasm.

My breath came in short, ragged bursts as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter within me.

Then, just as I thought I was about to fall over the edge, his phone rang.

The shrill sound cut through the fog of pleasure like a knife. Alexander froze, his fingers still buried inside me. His eyes widened slightly as if remembering something important.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath.

I stumbled forward, my legs shaky as he withdrew his fingers. A whimper escaped my throat at the sudden emptiness I pressed my thighs together, desperate to hold onto the lingering sensation.

He stepped back, fishing his phone out of his pants with a look of mild annoyance.

I tried to steady my breathing, adjusting my skirt with trembling hands. My panties were soaked, clinging uncomfortably

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He paced near his desk, speaking in low tones. I caught fragments of the conversation about location and timing, but my brain was too foggy with arousal to make sense of it.

“Fine. Yes. I’ll be there.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Give me ten minutes.”

I watched as he pulled a tissue from the box on his desk, methodically cleaning his fingers. The sight made my face burn – those same fingers had just been… God, I couldn’t even finish the thought.

“Well, Miss Harper.” His voice snapped me back to reality. “Duty calls.”

“Right.” I cleared my throat, trying to sound professional. Like he hadn’t just had me moaning against his office wall. “Should I reschedule your morning meetings?”

“No need.” He tossed the

in the bin. “I won’t be long. Continue with your work.”

How did he look so put together while I felt like a mess?

“And Madison?” He paused at the

e door, that infuriating smirk playing on his lips. “Try to focus on actual work while I’m gone.

My cheeks flamed. “I always focus on work.”

“Mm–hmm.” His eyes dropped to my still–trembling thighs. “We’ll finish our discussion later.”

The door clicked shut behind him, leaving me alone with my frustrated arousal and mortification.

I pressed my cold hands to my burning cheeks. What the hell just happened? My body still hummed with unfulfilled desire,

and my legs felt like jelly. I needed to get myself together.

Grabbing my purse, I bolted for the washroom. Thank god it was empty. The fluorescent lights weren’t kind to my reflection – flushed cheeks, slightly swollen lips, and my carefully applied mascara had smudged a bit at the corners.

“Pull yourself together, Madison,” I muttered, dabbing at my face with a damp paper towel. My hands shook as I reapplied my

lipstick.

Back at my desk, I threw myself into work–spreadsheets, client meetings, email responses–simple, logical tasks that didn’t involve wandering hands or… No. Focus.

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I typed furiously, determined to lose myself in the mundane details of corporate life. The familiar rhythm of keystrokes helped steady my racing thoughts.

The click of heels against marble made me look up, and I winced inwardly as I saw who it was. Scarlett Reynolds strode through the office like she owned it, turning heads with her perfect blonde hair and designer outfit.

“Where’s Alexander?” She planted herself in front of my desk, not bothering with pleasantries. Being his friend apparently gave her special privileges, including the right to barge in whenever she pleased. I had been trying to avoid any confrontation with her, but today was not my lucky day.

I kept my expression neutral. “Mr. Knight stepped out for an urgent meeting. I can take a message if you’d like.”

“No need ” She waved her manicured hand dismissively. “I’ll wait in his office.”

Chapter 20

The pantry was mercifully empty. I grabbed a mug–not the fancy ones we used for clients, but not the chipped one, either. I wouldn’t want Her Highness to have a meltdown over ceramic imperfections.

As I waited for the coffee to brew, my mind wandered. How many women like Scarlett walked into his office? How many others had he touched the way he touched me? The thought made my stomach clench.

“Stop it,” I muttered, measuring out the Splenda. “You’re being ridiculous.”

Just other task–like filing or scheduling meetings or not

thinking about your boss’s fingers inside–” I stopped, horrified at where my thoughts were going.

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