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“Let me get this straight,” Alex’s elbows rested on the arms of his custom-made leather chair, his fingers steepled to his chin. From behind his desk, a cocky-ass smirk spread across his face, igniting a smile Madison was determined to hide. “You want to date a woman?”

“No!” Madison protested, rolling her eyes at the deliberate misunderstanding.

“Oh, you just want to dip your toe in to test the waters. Or is this more of a plunge into the deep end?” He exaggerated a swan dive with one hand, sliding the fingers into the grip of the other hand, then suggestively pushed his fingers in and out of the clasped hole.

Madison just shook her head. Sure, she was annoyed at Alex, but couldn’t hold back a laugh, no matter how she tried. He stood up, straightening and buttoning his blazer, then strolled over to her. With a patriarchal hand on her shoulder, he somberly elaborated. “Seriously, I support you. And, if you need an innocent bystander to walk you through the delicate intricacies of pleasuring a woman, count me in.” His act of selflessness and cheesy grin were incorrigible. God, he’s such a man!

He wasn’t done. He lifted her hands and held them close to his chest. “Whatever you need, just name it.” His deep, naughty tone and Cheshire cat smile somehow always made him less annoying and more adorable. He pulled her close, lightly rubbing his nose to hers, followed by a delicate peck on the lips, progressing to an overflow of slight, warm kisses down her neck.

“Well, there is something I need,” Madison said, trying not to submit completely to Alex’s intoxicating advances.

“Mm-hmm, name it, you kinky little vixen,” Alex moaned, leading the trail of kisses to her inviting bosom, cupping her breasts from the outside, and pressing her delicately scented cleavage to his softly whiskered face.

Madison’s breathing fluttered, partially from the touch of his lips rubbing across her décolletage, but mostly from the butterflies filling her stomach. “I need ...”

“Yes, yes, what you do need?” his tone was low and deep. His hands made their way to the fullness of her ass, pulling her into him. His growing erection pressed against her skirt and firmed against her core, coaxing the onset of her wetness.

“I need a date for the wedding, but ...” Madison let out an exasperated breath, and averted her eyes. She looked at his desk, seeing the penny she left weeks ago still in place. The heads-up coin stared back at her, compelling her to stay true to her feelings. She struggled to finish her sentence.

Alex pulled back, standing straight, but ducking his head down just enough to look into her eyes. She tried looking away. His fingers lifted her chin, encouraging her eyes to meet his. “But?”

A slow sigh escaped her lips, releasing a build-up of low, continuous pressure she’d been holding back. “But I’m not sure we’re ready for a public appearance.” Her eyes were softly searching his as she forced the last of it out. “Are you?” Her brow carried the lines of nervous anticipation as the words lingered between them.

Did he feel the same? Or, what if he actually wanted to go? Could I bring him? Would I bring him?

The fame of his corporate climb and financial status only slightly paled in comparison to his notorious womanizing. All those topics would undoubtedly be an ever-present backdrop of idol chit-chat during the evening, possibly overshadowing the wedding itself.

Topping it all was their relationship. A magical combination of attraction, seduction, romance, and, of all things, trust. Unwavering trust, built from noting more than her gut feel. A huge leap of faith, moving in with a man she barely knew, but a man determined that she have anything and everything her heart desired. A man who asked nothing of her, except to take a month to get to know him better.

And despite trying to get to know him, there remained a side that eluded her. A side that kept him up nights, where only the grind of work or relentless working out could exhaust him to the point of sleep. By his own admission, he was keeping something from her. Or, just not disclosing it to her. Whatever it was, it was driving her crazier than she ever let on. She’d agreed to wait a month for him to explain. To tell her how they met, and everything else. Those were the words he’d used, everything else. And Madison just couldn’t get it out of her head. Without knowing what it all meant she couldn’t settle her anxiety. Her fears.

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Alex took a deep breath, and swept a few wispy strands from her face, studying her. Her concerns shot back at him, without the veil of her poker face. And, who could blame her? I can’t press her if she’s not ready. Of course she’s not ready. How could she be? “So, I get to keep you all to myself.” He observed the knit in her brow, and the worry she tried so hard to hide. Seeing it, he began questioning his own decisions to that point. Why not tell her? Here? Now?

Somehow, the doubts resurfaced, and he released a long, quite breath. He just couldn’t bring himself to do it. At least, not yet. But soon, he silently vowed. Scooping up both her hands, he kissed each before pulling them to his chest. “I’m the luckiest man alive.” Without much more leverage on the topic, he opted to lighten the mood for Madison’s sake.

“Hey, if you want to go down the path of bi-curiosity, I bet Gina knows someone who would love to be your date,” he said, popping his eyebrows and grinning devilishly. “Fancy night out, free food, maybe some heavy petting after a few drinks.” Madison playfully smacked his arm, sportively annoyed at the suggestion. “What? Let a boy dream, why don’t you?” Alex mischievously begged.

Madison met his glance with a pout that quickly subsided. He could tell she was deliberately holding it back, knowing that an exaggerated pout always had the opposite effect on him than she intended. “Alex, I’m not taking a woman as my date, no matter how convenient it might be. I’m straight and I’m proud,” she said staunchly.

“And don’t I know it,” he replied, going in for a nuzzle on her neck. She hardly made an attempt to push him away, always welcoming his advances. She loved getting swept away in the undertow of his passion, but abruptly stopped him. “Wait, don’t you have an appointment?”

“Oh, I’ll clear my calendar.” He smoothed his fingers through her hair to the nape as he kissed the side of her neck. His breath melted into her. The heat of his lips left a trail of seductive prints across her skin that cooled much too quickly for her liking. The steady pooling between her legs promised a full surrender.

He softly brushed her lips with his, while inching his fingers slowly up to the crease of her backside, tracing the tantalizing line separating her butt from her thigh, before crossing her leg to the front. There they lingered at her inviting crevice beneath her short, flowing skirt. Dallying about her swollen flesh through her newly moistened panties, he lightly worked his patient fingers back and forth until her wetness saturated the silk. He could feel her tension subside as she arched back, letting herself fill with the sensations of him. He always knew exactly where and how to touch her. As if his hands were made only for the pleasure of her body. Her head fell back, and she closed her eyes as her breathing raised and lowered her cleavage to his satisfaction.

His desk phone barely interrupted the steady pulsing of his fingers with its distinctive chime. Though the phone stopped briefly, it rang again. Simultaneously, his cell cut in with an incoming text.

“It might be important,” Madison whispered.

“The hell it is,” Alex softly grunted, sliding his finger from the outside of her panties to beneath, relishing in the hot dew coating the tip. He enjoyed working up and down her slickness, massaging her soaked folds before rushing a thick finger deep within her core. Her gasp was loud and couldn’t be contained. His other hand across her back, he steadied her, letting her body relax and respond. His rigid finger pulled back and pushed in, over and over, as his thumb made its way to her tortured clit, desperate for his touch.

He pressed his tongue through her lips, enticing her to suckle and muffle her increasingly heaving whimpers. The phone started again, as did the text pings from the cell in his pants. The vibration would have been tantalizing against his solid cock if it weren’t accompanied by an obnoxious tone. He tenderly removed his fingers and pulled back his tongue, then whisked her up in an instant straddle around him. He carried her effortlessly, seating her gently in the worn comfort of his high-back, leather executive chair. The phone rang again, and he snatched it up while keeping his gaze fixed on Madison’s fervent expression.

“I’m busy.” His calm tone commanded the conversation, and he listened while massaging Madison’s thigh. He lifted her legs, one after the other, over each armrest of the chair, letting the silky fabric of her skirt fall back. He secured his view, pleased with the erotic vision of her soft, plump pussy. So ready for him. He knelt before Madison’s wide-open legs and began silently lapping up her sweetness.

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