A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss novel Chapter 224

Chapter 224

Madison

“Is that so hard to believe?” He pushed my blouse open, his palm warm against my stomach.

I caught his wrist, halting his movement. “If you were thinking about me so much, why didn’t you call? Am I supposed to be the only one making an effort here?”

Alexander’s expression shifted, something vulnerable flickering across his face before disappearing behind his usual confident mask. “I was waiting for you to call me.”

“You were waiting?” I raised an eyebrow. “You know phones work both ways, right? You can call me too.”

His lips quirked up at one corner. “I didn’t want to seem… eager.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Alexander Knight, afraid of seeming eager? That’s a first.”

“Not afraid,” he corrected, leaning closer until his breath tickled my ear. “Strategic.”

“Well, your strategy sucks.” I ran my hands up his chest, feeling his heart beating strongly beneath my palm. You can call me anytime.”

“I will,” he promised, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin. “Next time, I won’t wait.”

The intensity in his eyes made my breath catch. There was something there beyond lust, beyond our arrangement, something neither of us was ready to name.

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His lips found mine again, and I melted into him, my hands sliding up to tangle in his hair. He groaned into my mouth, pressing me harder against the wall. His knee nudged between my legs, pushing my skirt up my thighs.

“Mr. Knight,” I gasped as his mouth moved to my neck. “We have a meeting in an hour.”

“Plenty of time,” he murmured against my skin, his teeth grazing my pulse point. “Unless you’d prefer to stop?”

I pulled his head back up to look at him. “Did I say anything about stopping?”

“No, you didn’t.”

His hands moved to the zipper of my skirt, sliding it down with practiced ease. The fabric pooled around my feet, leaving me in just my blouse, underwear, and heels.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, his eyes drinking me in. “Turn around.”

I complied, placing my hands on the wall as I felt him step closer behind me. His chest pressed against my back, his hands sliding around to cup my breasts through my bra.

“I’ve been thinking about this all morning,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear as he squeezed my breasts roughly. “About bending you over my desk and making you scream my name.”

“What’s stopping you?”

He chuckled darkly, one hand sliding down my stomach while the other continued kneading my breast.

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Patience, Madison. I want to enjoy this.”

His fingers found the edge of my panties, teasing along the waistband before dipping inside. I gasped as he brushed against my clit, already swollen and sensitive.

“Fuck, you’re so wet already,” he growled, circling my clit with his finger. “Is this all for me?”

“Yes,” 1 breathed, pressing back against him.

Without warning, he withdrew his hand and brought it down hard on my ass. The sharp sting made me cry out in surprise and pleasure.

His hands moved to my blouse, yanking it down my arms until it hung from my wrists like makeshift restraints. He unhooked my bra with practiced ease, pulling it away and tossing it aside.

“Put your hands on the desk,” he commanded.

I moved to his desk, placing my palms flat on the cool surface. He followed, pressing against me from behind, his erection hard against my ass through his pants.

“Look at you,” he said, running his hands up my sides to cup my bare breasts. “So fucking perfect.”

He pinched my nipples, rolling them between his fingers until I moaned. Then he increased the pressure, twisting just enough to make me gasp with the delicious mix of pain and pleasure.

“You like that?” He twisted harder, making me arch my back. “You like it when I hurt you a little.”

“Yes,” I admitted, my voice breathy.

He released my nipples only to slap the underside of my breast, the unexpected sting making me cry out. He did it again to the other breast, watching my reaction carefully.

“You like it when I mark you?”

“Yes,” I whispered, my body trembling with need.

Alexander’s hands slid up my sides, tracing every curve with possessive intent. He pressed his body against mine, his erection hard against my ass. I could feel the expensive fabric of his suit pants, a stark contrast to my near–nakedness.

“I’ve been thinking about you all morning,” he growled, his teeth grazing my earlobe. “Watching you walk around the office in this tight skirt, pretending to be so professional.”

His hands moved to cup my breasts again, kneading roughly. “But we both know what you really are, don’t we, Madison?”

“What am I?” I challenged, pushing back against him.

He chuckled darkly. “Mine.” One hand slid down my stomach and into my panties. “All fucking mine.”

His fingers found my clit, circling it with practiced precision. I moaned, my hips bucking against his hand.

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