A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss novel Chapter 98

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Chapter 98

Madison

I reached for them, but he yanked them away at the last second. His other hand caught my wrist, pulling me against his chest.

“Tell me how it feels,” he murmured against my ear. “Sitting there, exposed, knowing I’m the only one who knows.”

The fabric of my skirt brushed against my bare skin as I shifted. “It’s distracting.”

“Just distracting?” His fingers traced up my thigh, hiking up my skirt. “Not exciting? Not making you wet?”

I swallowed hard, my body betraying me as heat pooled between my legs. “It’s complicated.”

“Did you finger yourself during the meeting?” His voice was low and seductive as he slipped his fingers higher.

“No.” I tried to keep my voice steady, but his touch made it difficult.

He clicked his tongue in mock disappointment and slid the panties back into his pocket. “I expected more from you. I thought you’d be wet and touching yourself under the table.”

“I couldn’t,” I whispered, feeling shame and defiance. “Everyone was watching.”

“That’s the point.” He grinned wickedly. “The thrill of being caught. You missed an opportunity to prove how much you want

this.”

“I couldn’t risk it.”

His eyes darkened with amusement. “Maybe next time I’ll have to use vibrating panties with a remote control. Then I’ll know for sure if you’re enjoying yourself.”

The thought sent a shiver down my spine. My heart raced at the idea of being so utterly at his mercy during a meeting, unable to hide my arousal.

“You like that idea, don’t you?” His fingers teased the edge of my skirt. “Imagine sitting there, trying to stay composed while your pussy trembles with every vibration.”

I bit my lip, torn between embarrassment and undeniable excitement. The power he had over me was intoxicating.

He leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. “We’ll see how you handle that kind of distraction next time.” His hand moved away, leaving me aching for more.

“Now go freshen up,” he ordered, stepping back and adjusting his suit. “We have another meeting soon, and I expect you to be on your best behavior.”

I nodded, trying to gather myself as I headed toward the washroom again. The cool air against my bare skin heightened every sensation, making it hard to think about anything but Alexander’s touch.

Once inside the washroom, I splashed water on my face and took a deep breath. The anticipation of what might happen next made it difficult to focus on anything else.

Returning to his office, I found him already seated at his desk, reviewing documents as if nothing had happened. The dichotomy of our interactions always left me off–balance.

“Ready?” he asked without looking up.

“Yes,” I replied, smoothing down my skirt one last time.

As we walked to the next meeting room together, the lack of panties made every step a reminder of our arrangement. The subtle friction kept me on edge, a constant tease that only Alexander could satisfy.

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Chapter 98

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In the new meeting room, several members from marketing and HR were already seated. They greeted us with polite nods as we took our places at the head of the table.

As discussions began about upcoming campaigns and staffing changes, I fought to maintain focus. Alexander’s earlier words lingered in my mind – vibrating panties with remote control – making it hard not to imagine what he might do next.

Despite the professional environment around me, the subtle throbbing between my legs refused to be ignored. Each shift in my seat brought a new wave of awareness, a reminder of how exposed I truly was beneath my skirt.

Alexander’s eyes met mine briefly across the table during a particularly dry presentation about quarterly targets. His smirk told me he knew exactly what was going through my mind.

Forcing myself back into focus, I took detailed notes on social media metrics and audience engagement strategies.

When the meeting finally ended, I gathered my materials and followed Alexander to his office, maintaining a professional distance. The clicking of my heels against the marble floor echoed through the hallway.

“Close the door,” he said once we were inside.

I did as instructed, turning to find him leaning against his desk with that knowing smirk.

“I believe you wanted these back.” He pulled my panties from his pocket, dangling them from one finger.

“Yes, please.” I reached for them, but he pulled them away.

“Not so fast.” His eyes darkened with amusement. “First, tell me how it felt sitting through that meeting.”

“Distracting,” I admitted. “I could barely focus on the presentations.”

“Good.” He stepped closer. “That was the point.”

“Mr. Knight, please. I need to get back to work.”

“Work can wait. We’re going to lunch.”

I blinked in surprise. “Lunch?”

“Yes, lunch. That meal people typically eat in the middle of the day.”

I felt my cheeks warm at his sarcastic tone. “I’m familiar with the concept of lunch, Mr. Knight.”

“Good. Then you’ll understand when I say we’re going to that new Italian place downtown.” He tucked my panties back into his pocket. “And as your boyfriend, it’s my duty to make sure you’re properly fed.”

My heart skipped at the word ‘boyfriend.‘ Even though it was part of our arrangement, hearing him say it did things to me. “A boyfriend who steals his girlfriend’s underwear and makes her sit through meetings exposed isn’t exactly boyfriend material.”

His eyes darkened with desire. “No? Then what kind of boyfriend am I?”

“The demanding kind.” I crossed my arms, trying to look stern despite the heat building between my legs. “The kind who gets off on torturing his girlfriend during professional meetings.”

“Torture?” He stepped closer, his cologne making my head spin. “Is that what you call it when your thighs were clenching every time I looked at you?”

“I was trying to focus on work.”

“And how did that go?” His fingers traced my jaw. “Were you thinking about spreadsheets or how wet you were getting?”

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