A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss (by Gregory Ellington) novel Chapter 451

Alexander

She pulled away, unzipping the dress. "Keep that one."

I watched her step out of it, then handed her the next item. We went through several more pieces. A pair of black pants that made her ass look phenomenal. A cream colored sweater that made her skin glow. A casual dress that hit just above her knees.

"Okay." She looked at her growing pile. "I think that's enough."

"Not yet. You need to look at the undergarments."

Her cheeks went pink. "I can do that alone."

"But where's the fun in that?"

"I can pick my own underwear."

"I know you can. But I want to help."

She studied my face, then sighed. "Fine. But behave yourself."

"No promises."

We went back to the living room, where Ethan had already picked several items. The kid had taste. Dinosaur shirts, superhero pajamas, comfortable pants, even a small suit jacket that made my chest tighten.

"Dad! Look what I found!" He held up the jacket proudly. "Now I can dress like you!"

"That's perfect. Add it to your pile."

"Can I really get all of this?"

"All of it and more."

His face lit up brighter than the Manhattan skyline. Madison smiled, watching him dive back into his treasure hunt.

The delivery team had organized the undergarments on a separate rolling rack. Bras, panties, sleep sets, everything imaginable in various styles and colors.

Madison approached it cautiously, her fingers brushing against a simple cotton set. Then her eyes caught something else. A black lace number that was more suggestion than actual coverage.

She glanced at me, then back at the lingerie. Her fingers traced the delicate lace, and I watched her internal debate play out across her face.

"Try it on."

Her eyes snapped to mine. "What?"

"The black lace. You're thinking about it. So try it on."

"It's impractical."

"It's sexy as hell. Add it to your pile."

She bit her lip, then selected it. Then added a matching bra.

She moved through the selection, choosing practical cotton sets but also adding a red lace bra, a silk nightgown that would barely cover her ass, and a sheer bodysuit that made my mouth water just thinking about her in it.

I grabbed a few items myself. A black lace set that would look incredible against her skin. A deep blue negligee. Some barely there panties that were more string than fabric.

"What are you doing?" She watched me add them to her pile.

"Helping."

"That's not helping. That's you picking things for yourself."

"Can't it be both?"

She rolled her eyes but didn't protest. Instead, she selected two more daring pieces. A white lace teddy with cutouts in strategic places. And a black silk robe that came with matching underwear.

"Those are good choices."

"Shut up."

I laughed, pulling her close. "Go try them on. I want to see."

She gathered the lingerie, then headed back to my bedroom. I followed, unable to stop myself.

Inside, she laid everything out on the bed. The array of lace and silk looked like temptation personified.

"Okay." She turned to face me. "I'll try these on, but you have to actually give me feedback."

"I always give feedback."

"Useful feedback. Not just you trying to fuck me."

"Those aren't mutually exclusive."

She threw a pillow at me. I caught it, grinning.

"Definitely keep."

She tried on several more pieces. The sheer bodysuit that left nothing to the imagination. The white teddy with strategic cutouts. The black silk robe made her look like every fantasy I'd ever had.

Each one was better than the last. Each one made me harder.

By the time she tried on the barely there panties I'd selected, I was ready to say fuck it to everything and take her right there.

"These are ridiculous." She turned, examining how little fabric actually existed. "There's nothing here."

"That's the point."

"I'd feel naked."

"Also the point."

She shook her head but added them to her keep pile. "You're impossible."

"You love it."

She didn't deny it. Just gathered all the lingerie she'd decided on, which was pretty much everything.

I watched her organize the items into neat categories. Regular clothes on one side. Practical cotton bras and panties in another. Then the sexy stuff.

"So let me get this straight." I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. "You gave me hell about expensive things. Said you'd pay for everything yourself. Insisted nothing should cost too much."

She glanced up, her cheeks flushing. "Your point?"

"My point is you just tried on half the lingerie collection and selected almost everything." I gestured at the impressive pile. "Including that expensive black lace set."

"I got carried away."

"Clearly." I moved closer, watching her try not to smile. "What happened to practical Madison, who only needs basics?"

"She met a rack full of beautiful lingerie and temporarily lost her mind." She straightened the piles, avoiding my eyes. "But if you don't want to pay, I can cover it. I'm earning good money from the café now. Plus, I've been smart with investments. Stocks, some real estate. I've saved quite a bit over the years."

"Have you?"

"Yes. So you don't need to pay for any of this." She waved at the clothes. "I can handle my own expenses. Always have."

The words came out playful, almost teasing. But underneath, I heard the pride. The independence she'd fought hard to maintain.