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His hand slipped further up, brushing against the lace of my panties.
“I can already imagine it,” he said, his voice almost a purr. “You bent over this desk, your ass in the air, begging for my cock.”
I bit my lip to stifle a moan as his fingers teased along the edge of my panties.
“I’d start slow,” he continued, sliding one finger along the damp fabric. “Make you beg for it. Make you plead until you’re dripping wet and desperate for me.‘
His words painted vivid pictures in my mind, making my breathing hard.
“And then I’d fuck you hard and fast,” he said, pressing against me so I could feel the hardness straining against his pants. “Pound into you until you’re screaming for more.”
He slipped a finger inside the waistband of my panties, pulling them down just enough to expose me
to the cool air.
“But I’ll wait,” he said, pulling back slightly but keeping his grip on me firm. “Tonight.‘
His eyes bore into mine with an intensity that left no room for argument.
“I’ll make sure you’re ready for me.” His thumb grazed my clit through the lace, jolting me with pleasure. “Make sure you’re wet and begging when we get home. And then I’m going to fuck you until neither of us can walk straight.”
A moan caught in my throat as his thumb continued its torturous path. My knees threatened to give
out,
and I gripped the edge of his desk for support.
“I’ll come over after seeing my mother,” I breathed out, trying to maintain some semblance of composure despite his touch.
Alexander’s lips curved into that devastating smirk. “Good girl.” His hand retreated, leaving me aching. “Take those clothes we bought today with you. I want them at your place, too.”
“Thank you for the clothes. You didn’t have to-”
“I wanted to.” He cut me off, his voice firm but playful. “And there’s more where that came from. You’ll need quite a wardrobe for the events we’ll be attending.”
My cheeks flushed at the thought of more shopping trips like today’s. “That’s really not necessary-
“It is.” His hand slid up my thigh again, making me gasp. “Besides, I enjoy watching you try things
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- on. Especially when I get to take them off you later.”
Heat pooled between my legs at his words. “About Las Vegas…”
“Ah, yes.” His eyes lit up with wicked promise. “Are you ready?”
“When are we leaving?”
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“Friday night. This means we have tonight and tomorrow to practice everything I plan to do to you in
that hotel room.”
My breath hitched. “Mr. Knight…”
“I love it when you call me that,” he growled, nipping at my earlobe. “Especially when you’re naked and begging.”
His words sent shivers down my spine.
“Your face is flushed,” he observed, his thumb tracing my bottom lip. “Are you thinking about last night? About how I made you scream my name?”
I couldn’t form words, lost in the memory of his hands on my body, his mouth…
“Or maybe you’re thinking about this morning? In the car?” His fingers skimmed down my neck. ‘ The way you rode my cock like you were born for it?”
My legs trembled. If he kept talking like this, I wouldn’t be able to stand much longer.
“Back to work,” he commanded suddenly, stepping away. The loss of his touch left me reeling.
I stood there for a moment, trying to collect myself as he returned to his desk. My body hummed with unfulfilled desire, and my panties were definitely ruined.
11
The day dragged by in a haze of meetings and phone calls, but I couldn’t focus. Every time he walked past my desk, my body tensed with awareness.
His cologne lingered in the air, and memories of his touch made concentration impossible. The way his fingers had teased me, his words promising what was to come tonight…
“Focus,” I muttered, forcing my attention back to the screen. The sooner I finished, the sooner I could leave.
By six, I’d cleared my work and finished the most pressing tasks. My phone buzzed with a text from
him:
“Don’t keep me waiting too long tonight.”
Heat flooded my cheeks. I grabbed my purse and practically ran to the elevator, needing to escape
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before he could corner me again. My body couldn’t handle another encounter like that without combusting.
The hospital was quieter at this hour.
I peeked into my mother’s hospital room, greeted by the familiar glow of the TV. The sound of a game show filled the space – her latest obsession since being transferred to Hallmark.
“Let me guess, another round of Wheel of Fortune?” I stepped inside, my heels clicking against the polished floor.
Mom turned her head, her face lighting up. “Oh honey, you’re here! And would you look at you!” She adjusted her position in the bed, eyes widening. “That dress… spin around, let me see.”
I obliged, doing a little twirl that made her clap with delight.
“My goodness, Maddie. You look absolutely gorgeous. Did you rob a bank?”
I laughed, settling into the chair beside her bed. “Mom!”
“What? A mother can wonder. Last time I checked, assistants weren’t making enough to afford…” She squinted at my outfit. “Is that what I think it is?”
“It’s just a dress.” I tried to change the subject. “How are you feeling today?”
“Don’t dodge the question. That’s a designer label if I ever saw one. And trust me, I used to window shop at those stores enough to know.” She waggled her finger at me. “Spill.”
I shifted in my seat, fiddling with the hem of my dress. “It’s a knockoff, Mom. You know those street vendors with the good copies?”
“Honey, I may be sick, but my eyes work just fine.” She leaned forward, squinting. “That stitching? The way it falls? That’s no knockoff.”
“I got it yesterday,” I insisted, crossing my legs. “From this guy who sells them out of his van. Really good replicas.”
“A van?” She raised an eyebrow. “Madison Harper, since when do you buy clothes from strange men in vans?”
“Mom!”
“I’m just saying, this looks exactly like that dress I used to drool over in the magazines.” She sighed, settling back against her pillows. “They must be getting better at copying. The fabric even looks authentic.”
“See? Told you it was fake.”
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Her expression softened. “Well, knockoff or not, you look beautiful in it.” She reached for my hand.
I squeezed her hand back, my throat tightening at her warm smile. “Thanks, Mom.”
“No, really.” She adjusted her position, wincing slightly. “I worry about you, you know. All work and no play, spending every penny on these hospital bills…”
“Mom, don’t-”
“Let me finish,” she patted my hand. “It makes my heart happy to see you treating yourself for once, even if it’s from some sketchy van guy.” She winked.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re never letting that go, are you?”
“Nope. I’ll tell the nurses about my daughter’s adventures in black market fashion.” Her eyes twinkled. “But seriously, honey. You work so hard, too hard. All because of me-”
“Stop right there.” I cut her off, leaning forward. “We’re not having this conversation again.”
“But-”
“No buts.” I fixed her with my best stern look, which I usually reserved for dealing with difficult clients. “Your job is to focus on getting better. My job is everything else. That’s the deal, remember?”
She sighed dramatically. “Yes, boss.”
“And who taught me to be bossy?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Guilty as charged.” She grinned, then gestured at the TV. “Want to help me solve some puzzles? I’m on a winning streak.”
“In your dreams, maybe.”
“Such sass!” She clutched her chest in mock offense. “Is that any way to talk to your poor, sick
mother?”
I rolled my eyes, settling back in my chair. “Poor sick mother who somehow managed to correctly guess ‘ZEBRA CROSSING IN ZIMBABWE‘ with only three letters showing.”
“Pure talent, baby.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “Now shush, new round starting.”
We fell into our familiar pattern, calling out guesses and groaning at the contestants‘ obvious mistakes. For a moment, I could almost forget about Alexander, the arrangement, and all the
complications in my life.
Almost.
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