Page 24 of Borden 3

I was getting wet all over again.

Uncomfortably so.

My sore ass could take it again, couldn’t it? It had felt so fucking good when he’d gripped my hips and fucked me. He’d even flipped me on my back and taken my ass then, in an angle where he could rub against my clit.

I’d touched heaven in that very sinful session.

And now Horny Emma was ready to play again. The little slut needed to learn impulse control. His arrogance only grew when I begged.

“I lubed you up good, too,” he continued, and I could tell he was lost in the memory himself. “You took me whole last time, Doll. I was very proud of you.”

“What a champ I am,” I said sarcastically.

“The very best. Keep offering up that peach ass for me, Emma.”

“Thank you for your words of encouragement, Borden. But, you know, this has nothing to do with the fact I still want my own office.”

He didn’t even think about it. “Not a chance.”

“Please.”

“You don’t even mean it.”

My mouth dropped. “Are you serious? You’re a distraction.”

“I don’t bother you.”

“Some days you make me crawl to you.”

He let out a soft groan. “You love it, alleycat.”

“My knees are starting to hurt.”

“I’ll get you kneepads.”

I couldn’t hold back the laugh that erupted from my mouth. Borden’s eyes fell on my mouth, his gaze fixed to it. That predatory glint returned to him. His stare grew heavy as he watched me carefully, like a lion about to devour his next meal. He’d stopped tapping the bloody pen, but he was spinning it around like an afterthought.

I looked back at my screen for hardly a second when he muttered, “Emma.”

He couldn’t disguise the neediness in his tone as he said it. My skin tingled as I looked back at him, my smile all gone. He placed the pen down on the desk, his movements slow, but his eyes were still pinned on me.

The room went quiet.

My heart started to pound in my ears. I spun my chair around to face him, giving him my undivided attention. I couldn’t help the heat in my core. I squirmed under his gaze, waiting for him to make the next move.

Why didn’t it ever get old? I asked myself just then. Why did it feel like the first time every time?

It was because he was so unpredictable. He had minor slips in his facade. He could really play the game well when he wanted to. Only extreme emotion drove Borden to shed that thick layer he was so masterful at wearing.

It was also because it felt sort of dream-like that we were here together. I looked at him at times and asked myself, Is this man really mine?

“Yes?” I pushed out between parted lips.

“I need a folder,” he said, and my heart dipped in my chest. “I want to look over the venture I invested in with Chadwick.”

He must have been kidding me, but the punchline never came.

My eyes narrowed on his, a curse at the tip of my tongue, but I stiffened a nod. “Sure thing, Mr Borden.”

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