A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss (by Gregory Ellington) novel Chapter 448

Alexander

Her eyes snapped to mine. "Waiting for what?"

"For me to find you again."

She opened her mouth to protest, but I chose that moment to add a third finger, stretching her wider. The protest died in a moan.

"Fuck, Alexander."

"That's what I'm trying to do, but you keep talking." I leaned down, biting the soft skin of her neck. "Tell me more. Tell me how many men asked you out."

"I don't know. A lot." Her voice came out strangled. "Coworkers. Customers at the café. Random guys at the grocery store."

I pumped my fingers faster, feeling her pussy clench around them. "And you said no to all of them."

"Yes." She gasped when I curled my fingers again. "Every single one."

"What about Christopher?"

Her eyes widened, her body tensing around my fingers. "What?"

"Christopher. You told me you were dating him." I kept my rhythm steady, watching her face for any tell. "Was that true?"

"I." She bit her lip, her hips still rocking against my hand. "No."

"No?"

"He's just a friend." The words tumbled out fast. "I lied to you."

Satisfaction rolled through me. I'd suspected as much, but hearing her confirm it made something possessive settle in my chest.

"I know you lied."

Her eyes snapped to mine. "You knew?"

"You two didn't seem like you were dating. No chemistry. No intimacy in the way you interacted." I added more pressure to her clit, making her whimper. "But I still got worried."

"Worried about what?"

"That you might never be available to me again." The admission came out rougher than intended. "That I'd lost my chance."

She stared at me for a long moment, her breathing ragged. "Is that so? CEO Alexander Knight is worried about his PA not being available."

"Yes. But you're not my PA anymore."

"Then what am I?"

"Mine." I captured her mouth in a brutal kiss, my fingers working her pussy faster. "You're mine, Madison. You've always been mine."

She moaned into my mouth, her nails digging into my shoulders hard enough to leave marks through my shirt.

I broke the kiss to look at her. "I never had sex with anyone either. You're the last person I had sex with too."

Katherine had tried relentlessly over the past five years. Showing up at my penthouse unannounced, wearing revealing dresses that left little to the imagination, all cleavage and bare legs. Touching me inappropriately at company events, her hands lingering on my chest, my arms, anywhere she could reach. Making it abundantly clear what she wanted from me.

She'd even gone as far as using my shower after late meetings, emerging in nothing but lace lingerie, water droplets still clinging to her skin. Sometimes she'd send explicit photos in the middle of the night. Other times, she'd corner me in my office, trying to initiate something physical. I'd always found an excuse to shut her down. Too tired. Too much work. Not in the mood.

The truth was far simpler than any excuse I'd given her. I didn't want Katherine. Hadn't wanted anyone except the woman currently writhing beneath my touch, her body responding to me in ways no one else ever could.

Madison's eyes went wide. "You haven't?"

"No," I said, my voice rough. "Not once."

Her mouth opened in surprise, and I took advantage, capturing her lips in another searing kiss while my fingers continued their relentless assault on her pussy.

But then I froze. Ethan.

The kid was asleep in the next room, and here I was finger-fucking his mother on the couch like a horny teenager.

I broke the kiss, pulling my fingers from her heat. She whimpered at the loss, her hips lifting to chase the contact.

"What? Why did you stop?"

"Ethan could wake up."

Understanding dawned in her eyes. Before she could protest, I stood and lifted her with me. Her legs wrapped around my waist automatically, her arms locking around my neck.

"What are you doing?"

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