Chapter 133

Madison

The red dress felt even more revealing without the coat’s protection, the fabric clinging to every curve of my body.

Alexander stepped back, his eyes darkening as he drank me in. His gaze was almost physical, like fingers tracing every inch of exposed skin. The intensity in his eyes made my nipples harden against the thin fabric of my bra.

“Fuck,” he breathed, circling me slowly. “That dress is criminal on you, Madison. But it would look even better crumpled on the floor.”

I glanced nervously at the water surrounding us. “Someone could see us. There are other boats out here.”

“No one can see shit,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “We’re far enough out, and the lighting up here only illuminates you for me. I made sure of it.”

I watched as he finished his champagne in one long swallow, his throat working in a way that made my mouth dry. Not wanting to be outdone, I tipped back my glass, the expensive bubbles sliding down my thro