Page 76 of Borden 3

He didn’t respond. He glared at the staff as they nearly crashed into him, nearly prostrating themselves like he were some fucking monarch.

Finally, he found what he was looking for. The main office. He had thought long about this. Had the room vacated, wiped down, the whole fucking shebang. His fantasy would come to fruition, and Emma would blow it out of the water. Taking her into the office, he slammed the door shut.

She spun around, taking it in. The office was large. The desk was made of rich, dark wood, completely free of clutter. There was a small meeting area in the corner, and a large sofa. All the black leather furnishings meshed with the calming blue walls. The wall art displayed cliffs battering against the ocean. It was a fitting photo—a perfect rendition of how his heart felt for his alleycat. There was a fridge and a coffee machine. It was the professional space she envisioned.

She looked at him. “This is what my office would look like?”

“You can have this one,” he returned. “It’s got your shit poison you can drink. A fridge you can stuff with all that hipster food you’ve been eating lately.”

She crossed her arms, looking suddenly overwhelmed. “You’re not joking?”

“Why would I be joking?”

“Because you’re you.”

“You would be away from me, too. No distractions.”

She rubbed the back of her neck now, looking quietly at him before murmuring, “I like your distractions.”

He eyed her intently. “Is that right?”

“I wasn’t…I wasn’t actually serious, Borden. What the fuck?”

He twisted around now and went to the door. He flipped the lock. “No, I know that. I just wanted to remind you there are consequences to your sassy mouth.”

When he looked back at her, she was flushed. “You lured me…”

He shrugged out of his suit jacket, looking her over. “Take that silly fucking dress off, Emma.”

Her voice came out small. “Why?”

“You know why.”

She looked at the door behind him, like she was plotting her escape. She was so full of shit. She cast a glare at him now and unzipped the black dress from the zipper on the side. Within moments, the dress fell to the floor.

His cock hardened immediately.

His eyes bulged, and he had to take a moment.

She was in the most ridiculously tiny lingerie. Her barely there red thong matched with her red push up bra. It had all that silly frilly shit hugging her body that made her curves look tasty. She had a decorative belly chain that went over her naval and reminded him of an exotic belly dancer.

He pointed at her, accusingly. “You knew. You fucking knew.”

Her cheeks reddened and a seductive smile spread across her lips. “Like I said, you’re you, Borden.”

“Get down on your knees, Emma.”

She dropped down in an instant. He eyed her cleavage. Her tits all perky and soft. Fuck him, she had played him. He would not be able to fuck for long without cumming so hard inside that tight heat.

“Crawl to me,” he demanded.

She looked almost eager to. His eyes wandered her body, at the way her hips rocked back and forth. His eyelids felt heavy. She stopped in front of him, reaching for his zip.

“No,” he retorted, removing his tie now. He wrapped it around her eyes before she could protest, making sure the knot was tight. “I don’t want to be looking into your eyes while I fuck you.”

“You sound distraught, Borden,” she said, amused.

He gripped her cheeks, squeezing gently but maybe a little painfully. “You were waiting for a good hard fuck.”

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