Chapter 138
Madison
After we dried off, Alexander disappeared into his closet, returning with a neatly pressed navy blue pencil skirt and a cream silk blouse.
“Wear this today,” he said, laying the outfit on the bed.
I dressed quickly, adding a pair of nude heels from the collection in his closet. When I emerged from the walk–in closet fully dressed, Alexander was already in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit, looking every inch the powerful CEO.
His eyes raked over me appreciatively. “You look professional.”
“Thank you, Mr. Knight,” I replied, smoothing down the skirt. “Ready to go?”
He nodded, grabbing his phone from the nightstand. “Car’s waiting downstairs.”
I followed him to the elevator, trying not to walk funny despite the delicious soreness between my legs. The evidence of last night’s activities lingered in my muscles, a secret reminder with every step.
John held the car door open with his usual stoic expression.
“Good morning, Mr. Knight,” John said, his face impressively neutral.
“Morning, John,” he replied and settled beside me, immediately pulling out his phone to check emails. His leg pressed against mine, casual yet deliberate. Even this simple contact sent electricity through my body.
“Café Laurent,” he instructed John, not looking up from his screen.
I raised an eyebrow. “We’re having breakfast?”
“I can’t have my assistant fainting from hunger,” he replied, his eyes still on his phone. “Bad for productivity,”
The hint of a smile played at the corner of his mouth. I resisted the urge to kiss it away.
“How considerate of you, Mr. Knight.”
His hand found my knee, squeezing lightly. “I’m nothing if not a considerate employer.”
His fingers inched higher, disappearing under my skirt.
“Mr. Knight,” I whispered, placing my hand over his. “John will see.”
“John’s eyes are on the road where they belong,” Alexander murmured, his fingers continuing their
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upward journey. “Besides, the privacy partition is up.”
I hadn’t even noticed. His fingers brushed against the edge of my panties, and I bit my lip to stifle a
moan.
“I thought I told you no underwear,” he said, his voice dangerously low.
“You didn’t specify about today.”
His eyes darkened. “An oversight I’ll remedy immediately.”
My breath caught in my throat as his fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties. Without warning, he yanked them down my thighs in one swift motion.
“Mr. Knight!” I hissed, glancing anxiously at the privacy partition. Even knowing John couldn’t see us, my heart hammered against my ribs.
“Lift your ass,” he commanded, his voice brooking no argument.
I obeyed, raising my hips just enough for him to slide the lace panties down my legs. He bunched them in his fist, bringing them to his nose and inhaling deeply.
“Fuck, you smell good,” he growled, tucking my underwear into his suit pocket. “A little souvenir for my day.”
“You can’t just-”
His fingers found my bare pussy, effectively silencing my protest. “I can do whatever I want with what’s mine,” he said, circling my entrance with his middle finger. “And this pussy is mine.”
I bit my lip as he slid one finger inside me, finding me embarrassingly wet already. His thumb found my clit, applying just enough pressure to make me gasp.
“Look at how wet you are,” he murmured, adding a second finger and curling them inside me. “Such a greedy little cunt.”
My head fell back against the seat as he worked his fingers in and out, his thumb making tight circles around my clit. The car hit a bump in the road, forcing his fingers deeper, and I had to clap a hand over my mouth to stifle my moan.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his free hand coming up to pinch my nipple through my blouse. “Let me hear you.”
He twisted my nipple roughly, sending a jolt of pleasure–pain straight to my core. I arched into his touch, my pussy clenching around his fingers.
“Mr. Knight,” I panted, feeling the familiar tension building. “I’m close.”
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“Already?” he taunted, increasing his pace. “So responsive.”
His fingers fucked into me harder, his thumb pressing down on my clit with each thrust. The pressure built rapidly, my thighs beginning to tremble as I approached the edge.
Just as I was about to come, the car rolled to a stop. Alexander withdrew his fingers immediately, leaving me empty and aching.
“Perfect timing,” he said with a wicked smile, bringing his wet fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean. “Mmm, delicious.”
I stared at him in disbelief, my body still humming with unfulfilled need. “You’re not serious.”
“Dead serious,” he replied, straightening his tie. “I can’t have you all boneless and satisfied just yet. I need you sharp for work.”
“We’ve arrived at Café Laurent, sir.”
“Thank you, John,” Alexander said smoothly as if he hadn’t just had his fingers buried inside me seconds ago. “We’ll be about an hour.”
My face burned as I fumbled to straighten my skirt, painfully aware of my bare pussy underneath. Alexander watched me with amusement, making no move to exit the car.
“Problem, Miss Harper?”
I glared at him. “I need my underwear back.”
“Do you?” He raised an eyebrow. “I rather like knowing you’re bare under that prim little skirt.”
“Mr. Knight,” I said through gritted teeth, “please.”
With an exaggerated sigh, he reached into his pocket and pulled out my panties, dangling them from one finger. “If you insist.”
I snatched them back, quickly sliding them up my legs under my skirt. His hand clamped around my wrist, his grip tight enough to make me wince.
“That’s going to cost you later,” he warned, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Taking back what I’ve claimed deserves punishment.”
A shiver ran down my spine at the promise in his eyes. “Yes, Mr. Knight.‘
He released my wrist, his demeanor shifting instantly back to professional. “Good. Now let’s eat.‘
The café was busy with the morning crowd, but a table near the window was immediately vacated for us. Alexander placed his hand on the small of my back as we were led to our seats, his touch
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possessive.
We settled into our chairs, and I picked up the menu, trying to ignore the lingering ache between my legs. The waitress appeared, taking our orders with obvious nervousness under Alexander’s impatient gaze.
“Hey Madison, are you here for a date with your boyfriend?”
I froze, the voice coming from somewhere behind me.
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