A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss (by Gregory Ellington) novel Chapter 445

Alexander

"Then answer my questions." I kept my voice low, watching her face flush deeper. "What kind of panties do you want? Cotton? Lace? Or are you planning not to wear any? Is that your plan? No panties tonight?"

"Alexander!" Her hand smacked my chest, but she didn't pull away.

"I'm just trying to get your order right. Be specific."

"Cotton," she managed, her voice coming out breathy. "I wear cotton panties. Sometimes lace. Depends on my mood."

"And your mood tonight?"

"Cotton is fine."

"What about bras? Lace? Something else?"

"Lace usually. Sometimes others, depending on what I'm wearing."

I shifted beneath her, adjusting her weight on my lap. Her breath caught, her fingers curling into my shirt.

"And clothes? Jeans? Pants? Shirts? Blouses?"

"All of it. Whatever's comfortable." She tried to move off my lap, but I held firm.

"Comfortable. Got it." I studied her face, memorizing the way her pupils dilated, how her lips parted slightly. "Anything else I should know?"

"How are you going to tell them my size? You don't know what I wear."

"Don't I?"

Her eyes narrowed. "No. You don't."

I pulled her closer, my mouth near her ear. "Want to bet?"

Her breath hitched, warm against my neck. "No. No need."

"Smart choice." I unmuted the phone, keeping my eyes locked on Madison's flushed face. "Bring a complete selection. Everything. Casual wear, sleepwear, and undergarments. Full range."

"Of course, Mr. Knight. What size for the woman?"

I rattled off her measurements without hesitation, watching Madison's eyes go wide.

"How the hell do you know that?" she hissed.

I covered the phone's mic. "I remember everything about your body."

"That was five years ago!"

"Some things don't change." My hand splayed across her lower back, fingers brushing the curve of her ass. "You're exactly the same. Maybe your tits are a bit fuller now, but the rest? Perfect."

"Alexander!" She smacked my chest, but her body betrayed her, pressing closer instead of pulling away.

The woman on the phone continued. "And for the child?"

I gave Ethan's approximate size, then added, "Bring options. We'll select what works and return the rest."

"Understood. We'll have everything ready within the hour."

"Make it thirty minutes."

Madison grabbed at the phone again. "Wait! Ask about prices!"

I held it out of reach. "That won't be necessary."

"Mr. Knight?" The woman sounded confused.

"Just bring everything. I'll handle payment when you arrive."

"But Alexander!" Madison squirmed in my lap, her ass grinding against my hardening cock. "You need to know how much you're spending!"

I shifted beneath her, letting her feel exactly what her movements were doing to me. Her eyes went wide, her mouth forming a perfect O.

"That wasn't your fault. You didn't know."

"Doesn't change the fact that you went through it alone." My other hand slid up her spine, feeling the warmth of her skin through the fabric of her sweater. "Let me do this. It's just clothes."

She bit her lip, uncertainty flickering across her face. "You're making it sound like it's nothing."

"It is nothing. Not to me. What's money compared to what you've given me? You gave me a son. You raised him into an incredible kid. You did everything right while I was too blind to see what I was missing."

Her hands flattened against my chest, fingers spreading wide. "You really mean that."

"Every word."

She studied my face like she was searching for lies or hidden motives. Whatever she found must have satisfied her because she relaxed further, her weight settling fully on my lap.

"You don't have to overspend on me just because you feel guilty."

"I don't feel guilty." I corrected her immediately. "I feel grateful. There's a difference."

"Is there?"

"Yes. Guilt is about the past. What I feel is about the present. About you sitting here in my lap, letting me touch you, letting me be part of Ethan's life."

Her breath caught, her pupils dilating. "You're saying a lot of pretty words."

"They're not pretty words if they're true."

She shifted on my lap, and the movement sent friction straight through my cock. Her eyes widened when she felt how hard I was beneath her.

"Don't move like that unless you want me to bend you over this couch."

Her cheeks flushed pink. "Ethan's sleeping in the next room."

"Then you better keep quiet when I make you come."

"Stop it!" She smacked my chest, but her voice came out breathy instead of angry.