A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss novel Chapter 308

Chapter 308

Madison

“What?” His innocent tone contrasted sharply with the way his hand was now traveling south, fingers dancing across my stomach. “Just making an observation.”

“An inappropriate one.”

“Everything I do to you is inappropriate.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “That’s why you like it so much.”

I couldn’t argue with that logic. My body was already responding to his touch, my thighs parting slightly in silent invitation.

But instead of taking the bait, Alexander simply pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder and settled more firmly behind me. “Goodnight, Madison.”

Confusion rippled through me. Was he seriously going to leave me hanging like this? His cock was still rock hard against my ass, his breathing slightly elevated. He wanted me; I could feel it in every tense line of his body.

“Goodnight, Alexander,” I replied, determined not to beg.

Minutes ticked by. I focused on my breathing, trying desperately to ignore the throbbing between my legs and the tantalizing heat of Alexander’s body against mine. Just as I was finally drifting off, his voice cut through the darkness.

“If you move your ass against my cock one more time, I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

I froze, not even realizing I’d been subtly grinding against him. “I wasn’t—”

“Yes, you were.” His grip tightened around my waist. “Now be a good girl and go to sleep, or I’ll have to punish you.”

The threat sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. Part of me wanted to deliberately disobey, to push him until he snapped. But exhaustion was finally winning out over desire, and I found myself relaxing into his embrace.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice softening. “Sleep now.”

His steady breathing eventually lulled me into unconsciousness, the heat of his body and the press of his cock against my ass becoming a strangely comforting constant as I drifted off.

I woke to sunlight streaming through Alexander’s floor–to–ceiling windows and an empty space beside me. The sheets were cool to the touch; he’d been gone a while.

Stretching, I took inventory of my body. No pleasant soreness between my thighs, no marks on my skin. We really had just slept last night.

I slipped out of bed, wrapping one of his silk sheets around my naked body as I padded through the penthouse.

“Alexander?” My voice echoed through the empty space.

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There was no response. The penthouse was silent, save for the distant hum of the traffic below. I checked the bathroom, the kitchen, and even his home office. Nothing. There was no note or text message explaining his

absence.

Frowning, I headed to the kitchen to make coffee. As the machine gurgled to life, I leaned against the counter, my mind racing. Where had he gone so early? And more importantly, why hadn’t he woken me?

The coffee finished brewing, filling the kitchen with its rich aroma. I poured myself a cup, adding a splash of cream before taking a sip. The familiar bitter taste grounded me, helping to clear the fog of sleep from my mind.

I wandered to the living room, sheet trailing behind me like some disheveled Greek goddess, and settled onto the plush sofa. My phone sat on the coffee table where I’d left it last night. No messages from Alexander.

Had last night actually happened? The memory of his hard cock pressed against my ass, his hot breath on my neck, his hands exploring my body, it all seemed so vivid. But we hadn’t had sex. Alexander Knight, the man who fucked like he had something to prove, had actually just held me all night.

It was disconcerting.

The elevator chimed, startling me from my thoughts. I clutched the sheet tighter around my body as Alexander strode in, dressed in running shorts and a sweat–soaked t–shirt that clung to every defined muscle.

“You’re awake,” he observed, eyes darkening as they took in my sheet–clad form. “And making yourself comfortable, I see.”

“You weren’t here when I woke up,” I said, trying not to sound accusatory.

“I went for a run,” he explained, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and downing half of it in one go. A rogue droplet escaped, trailing tantalizingly down his throat before vanishing beneath his shirt. My eyes followed its path, lingering on the defined muscles of his chest before drifting lower to the unmistakable bulge in his running shorts, making me swallow hard.

“See something you like, Ms. Harper?” His smirk was infuriating.

“Just wondering why you didn’t wake me.”

“You said you needed sleep,” he shrugged, setting the water bottle down. “So I let you sleep.”

I took another sip of coffee, studying him over the rim of my mug. “That’s considerate.”

“I can be considerate when I want to be.” He moved closer, his musky post–workout scent filling my nostrils.” Did you sleep well?”

“Yes,” I admitted. “Did you?”

A slow smile spread across his face. “Eventually.”

“Eventually?”

He reached out, tugging gently at the sheet until it loosened, revealing more of my cleavage. “It’s not easy falling asleep with a naked woman in your arms and your cock harder than concrete.”

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