Madison
I gasped as his fingers continued their relentless assault on my pussy, driving me wild with every stroke.
“Fuck, Madison,” he whispered against my ear, his voice dark and hungry. “You feel so fucking good. So tight around my fingers. I can’t wait to feel you squeezing my cock.”
My breath hitched at his words. A part of me felt embarrassed by how much they turned me on, but I couldn’t deny the heat pooling in my core. “Oh god,” I managed to gasp out, my hips moving of their own accord, seeking more of his touch.
“That’s it,” he murmured, adding another finger inside me, stretching me deliciously. “Take it all, baby. Show me how much you want it.”
My hands clutched at his shoulders for support as he worked me closer and closer to the edge.
“I want to hear you say it,” he growled, his teeth grazing my earlobe. “Tell me how much you want my cock inside you.”
I swallowed hard, the words catching in my throat. “I–I want it,” I stammered, feeling my cheeks burn with a mix of shyness and arousal.
“Louder,” he demanded, his fingers curling inside me just right.
“I want your cock inside me,” I moaned, unable to hold
any longer.
“Good girl,” he praised, capturing my mouth in a searing kiss that left me breathless. His lips moved with an intoxicating blend of urgency and tenderness, making my heart race faster. I melted into him, feeling the heat between us intensify, every nerve in my body alight with desire.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, the ringing of a telephone shattered the moment. My eyes flew open as reality came crashing back in.
Alexander paused for a split second before groaning in frustration. “Ignore it,” he muttered against my lips, his fingers not slowing down.
“But-” The ringing continued insistently.
–
With a growl of annoyance, he reluctantly pulled away and reached for the receiver on his desk. “What?” he barked into the phone, clearly irritated by the interruption.
I watched Alexander’s face as he listened to whoever was on the other end of the line. My heart still raced, and I tried to catch my breath while discretely adjusting my clothes.
“Send him in.” Alexander’s voice shifted to his usual professional tone as if we hadn’t just been. I felt my cheeks burn at the memory of what we’d been doing moments ago.
He hung up the phone and turned to me. “You should get back to work, Madison.”
“Right. Yes. Of course.” I scrambled off his desk, my legs a bit shaky. My fingers fumbled with the buttons of my blouse as I tried to make myself presentable.
A strand of hair had come loose from my bun, and I quickly tucked it behind my ear. I grabbed my tablet from where he’d set it aside earlier, holding it against my chest like a shield.
A knock at the door made me jump
“Would you get that?” Alexander was already back behind his desk, looking infuriatingly composed.
I smoothed down my skirt one last time and walked to the door, praying I didn’t look as thoroughly kissed as I felt. At least I’d worn my favorite waterproof lipstick today small mercies Alexander wouldn’t be wearing any telltale signs of our encounter.
1/3
Chapter 15
+25 BONUS
My hand trembled slightly as I reached for the door handle. Deep breath. Professional face
I opened the door to find Leo, Alexander’s friend, standing there with his usual confident smile. My heart was still racing from moments before, but I kept my expression neutral.
Before either of us could speak, Alexander’s voice cut through the air. “Get in here, Leo ”
I stepped aside, clutching my tablet closer to my chest. Leo breezed past me into the office, and I seized the opportunity to
escape.
As I closed the door behind me, I caught a glimpse of Alexander straightening his tie. The sight sent a fresh wave of heat through my body as I remembered where those hands had been just minutes ago.
I hurried back to my desk on slightly wobbly legs, grateful that no one else was around to notice my flustered state. My hands shook as I tried to type, making countless errors that required backspacing. The memory of Alexander’s touch lingered on my skin, making it impossible to focus on the expense reports in front of me.
After fifteen minutes of getting nowhere,
and a chance to clear my head.
Add needed caffeine. Badly. The office café beckoned like a sanctuary, promising coffee
I grabbed my mug–a chipped thing with
cats on it that Mom had given me last Christmas–and made my way down The cafe was busy with the usual mid–morning crowd, and the smell
of coffee and pastries filled the air.
While waiting in line, I checked my phone. No messages from Alexander. Of course not. What had I expected? A heart emoji? ʼn snorted at my own ridiculousness.
Coffee in hand, I claimed a table by the window. The hot liquid burned my tongue, but I welcomed the sensation Anything to distract me from replaying what had happened in Alexander’s office.
“Did you see her with that guy at a restaurant last week?” A woman’s voice drifted from the table behind me. “Total sugar daddy material.”
I froze mid–sip.
“Madison Harper?” Andther voice joined in. “The mousy one from accounting?”
“No, she works for Mr. Knight now. His personal assistant.” The first voice dripped with innuendo.
“More like personal ass–istant,” a man chuckled. “Always running in and out of his office.”
“Terrible.” But the woman laughed anyway. “I heard she spends more time under his desk than at hers.”
My cheeks burned. I gripped my mug tighter, knuckles turning white.
“Please, have you seen her? She’s nothing special. Totally plain Jane.”
“Maybe that’s her thing. Playing the innocent librarian type.”
“More like desperate gold–digger type. I mean, who wears skirts that short to the office?”
“My grandmother has a better sense of fashion.”
“And that hair? Does she even own a brush?”
Their laughter felt like needles against my skin. I wanted to turn around, to defend myself. But what would I say?
“Did you hear she’s been staying late at the office?” A new voice joined the gossip circle. “Bet she’s not doing overtime on spreadsheets if you know what I mean.”
Someone snickered. “More like spreading something else.”
“God, can you imagine?” Another woman chimed in “With those dollar store clothes and that bargain bin makeup?”
2/3
Chapter 15
+25 BONUS
“Maybe he likes charityycasses Mord laughter. “Or maybe she’s just really good at… filing.”
I gripped my coffee cup tighheel the ceramic burning my palms. The rational part of my brain told me to leave, but my femet stayed rooted to the spott.
“I heard she’s been seen getting machisoar. “The first voice again. “Probably on her knees before she even reaches hisis
penthouse.”
“Ugh, stop. I’m trying to eatmyynmuffihhere.”
“Yeah, who’d want to picture that? Sheddooks like she shops at Walmart’s clearance rack.”
My coffee had gone cold, but I forcedchypelifoot take another sip anyway. Just finish it and walk away, Madison. Don’t give e
them the satisfaction
“Maybe that’s why he hired herr- felt sooryyfooithheppoort thing!”
“Or maybe she’s just really flexible with herrschiddude.”
Fresh peals of laughtere
the floor.
My blurred with anggyyttears and I refused to let them fall. I stood up, chair scraping againstst
The conversation cut off abruptly I turned meetinggt bleiwide eyed stares Five people I barely knew were suddenlyly fascinated by their coffee cupss.
I walked past their table, head high, despite theatremblinggmyyhhands Behind me, someone snorted, setting off a fresh h round of giggles.
“At least she knows her places
My coffee sat abandoned on the table growing cold liked heeppti timmyys stomach.
G
Gregory Ellington author
Hey there, wonderful readers! First off, I want to extend ingheartfeldt hamiks for taking the time to dive into my work. Your support means the world to me! If you enjoyed what you read, plasser considerdeaving a comment or a review— your feedback helps me grow as a writer and inspires me to create evermogće.
