Chapter 23
Alexander
I straightened up, pressing my hard cock against her. She gasped, pushing back against me. I chuckled, grinding into her. ” You feel that? That’s what you do to me.”
I reached around, sliding my hand between her legs. She was already wet, her pussy slick and ready.
“Looks like someone’s eager,” I murmured, circling her clit with my thumb.
Madison squirmed, her breath coming in short gasps. “Mr. Knight, please…”
“Please what?” I teased, sliding a finger inside her. She clenched around me, a soft moan escaping her lips. “Please fuck you? Please make you come all over my hand?”
She pushed back against me, taking my finger deeper. “Yes,” she whispered.
“Yes, what?” I pulled out, adding another finger, stretching her.
“Yes, please…fuck me.” The words were barely audible, but they were all I needed.
I grabbed a condom from my wallet, tearing it open with my teeth. Madison watched over her shoulder as I rolled it onto my cock, her eyes wide.
“Like what you see?” I grinned, giving my cock a stroke.
She nodded, biting her lip. I positioned myself at her entrance, rubbing the head of my cock against her wetness.
“Last chance to back out,” I said, even as I started to push in. She was tight, her pussy gripping me like a vice.
“No,” she gasped. “Don’t stop.”
I chuckled, gripping her hips. “Wasn’t planning on it.”
I thrust forward, burying myself deep inside her. She cried out, her hands scrambling for purchase on the desk. I gave her a moment to adjust, then started to move.
“Fuck, you feel good,” I grunted, picking up the pace. Her ass bounced against me, the sound of our skin slapping together filling the room.
Madison moaned, her head dropping forward. I reached around, grabbing her tits, squeezing them as I fucked her harder. Her nipples were hard, poking through her bra. I pinched one, rolling it between my fingers.
“Oh god,” she gasped, pushing back against me.
“That’s it,” I encouraged. “Take my cock. Take it deep.”
I could feel her tightening around me, her orgasm close. I slid my hand back down between her legs, finding her clit. I rubbed it in time with my thrusts, pushing her over the edge-
The door clicked open. I blinked, my fantasy shattering as Madison – the real Madison – peeked her head in.
“Mr. Knight? The five minutes are up.” Her cheeks flushed pink as she caught my intense stare.
Fuck. I shifted in my chair, grateful for the desk hiding my obvious arousal. These daydreams were getting out of hand.
“Coming “I cleared my throat, shuffling the papers on my desk. “Just give me a moment,”
She nodded and stepped back, leaving the door open I watched her walk to her desk, her hips swaying in that damn pencil skirt that had triggered my little fantasy in the first place. Christ, the way the fabric hugged her curves should be illegal.
I adjusted my tie and stood up, willing my body to behave. The Wilson contract could wait though my cock apparently
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couldn’t.
“Ready?” Madison asked, tablet in hand, as I emerged from my office.
“Lead the way.” Big mistake. Now I had to watch her ass all the way to the conference room. Each step was pure torture, her hips moving like a metronome of temptation.
Focus. Multi–million dollar merger. Not Madison’s perfect ass.
But damn, if those heels didn’t make her legs look miles long.
We reached the conference room, and I forced my most professional smile. Time to be CEO Alexander Knight.
I pushed open the conference room door, channeling my inner corporate shark. The Wilson team sat around the table, all polished suits and power ties. Their lead counsel, Richard something–or–other, stood up first.
“Mr. Knight, we were beginning to wonder if you’d forgotten about us.” His attempt at humor fell flat.
“Traffic was murder.” I slid into my chair, ignoring the fact that my office was thirty feet away. “Shall we begin?”
Madison settled into the chair beside me, tablet ready. Her perfume drifted over vanilla with a hint of something floral. Focus, dammit.
“We’ve reviewed the terms,” Richard droned on, “and have some concerns about section 4.3…”
I nodded along, making appropriate CEO noises while my mind wandered to more interesting territory. Like how Madison’s tongue darted out to wet her lips every few minutes. Or how her fingers danced across the tablet screen with surprising
grace.
“Mr. Knight?”
Shit. “Could you repeat that?”
Richard’s eyebrows drew together. “The asset distribution clause?”
“Ah, yes.” I leaned forward, all business now. “The one where you tried to sneak in that little poison pill about retained
earnings?”
The color drained from his face. “I wouldn’t call it-”
“Really? Because that’s exactly what it is.” I pulled out the contract and flipped it to the marked page. “Did you think I
wouldn’t notice?”
Madison’s pen scratched against her notepad, capturing every word. The sound grounded me and kept me from completely
eviscerating this corporate weasel.
“It’s standard language,” Richard stammered.
“Standard?” I barked out a laugh. “Maybe in a hostile takeover. This is supposed to be a friendly merger.”
One of Wilson’s junior lawyers whispered something in Richard’s ear. Probably warning him that they were about to get their
asses handed to them.
“Perhaps we could take a short break?” Richard tugged at his collar,
“Sure ” I smiled, all teeth. “Take all the time you need to rewrite this section. And while you’re at it, fix clause 7.2. Unless you want to explain to your client why they’re signing away their intellectual property rights?”
The junior lawyer’s eyes widened. He hadn’t caught that one.
Madison’s lips twitched, suppressing a smile
“We’ll need to consult with our client.” Richard gathered his papers, nearly dropping them in his haste.
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“Of course.” I stood, buttoning my jacket. “Miss Harper, clear my schedule for tomorrow morning. I have a feeling we’ll need to continue this discussion.”
The Wilson team filed out, looking like they’d just survived a shark attack. Which, in a way, they had.
Once the door closed, Madison let out a soft laugh. “That was brutal.”
“That was merciful. I could have mentioned the tax liability trap in section 9.”
“There’s a tax liability trap in section 9?”
I winked. “Always keep something in reserve for round two.”
She shook her head, gathering her things. “Remind me never to negotiate against you.”
“Oh, I don’t know.” I held the door for her. “I can think of a few things we could negotiate.”
Her cheeks flushed pink as she hurried past me.
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