“Spread your legs,” he ordered.

I spread them inch by inch, and that rush of adrenaline only intensified as I waited for what was to come. I felt breaths on my thighs, and I squeezed my eyes shut, unbearably anxious. His hands settled on each of my cheeks, and then I felt the sweetest thing.

A long and soft lick along my sex. It was almost too much. I shook, moaning out. My hands fisted against the table as he did it again and again, torturing me with his incredible mouth. It was the most intense oral sex of my life. He moved deliberately slow, at a pace that intensified the feeling. So experienced, he drew out my pleasure, sucking at the right time and with the right kind of pressure.

“Please, please,” I begged.

“You want to come?” he asked, his voice dangerously low.

“I want you inside of me first.”

Because as much as I loved the thought of coming against his mouth, I wanted to come around his dick more. He wasted no time standing up, positioning me against him. Gripping my thighs, he thrusted inside of me. I jumped at the abruptness, and then grinded my ass against him. He growled in pleasure and drove himself in and out of me, hard and fast, filling me, stretching me, until I was aching in pain and pleasure.

“Put your arms behind your back,” he demanded, gruffly.

When I did, he gripped both my wrists in his large hand, fucking me hard as he gripped them to him. The other hand felt my ass, and too lost in my quest for pleasure, I didn’t notice what he was about to do until it happened.

SLAP! Right across my ass, making my sex clench tighter around his cock and driving out more feverish moans from me. The pain morphed to pleasure as he did it again, and the shock turned to anticipation. Every slap drove me closer to that sweet escape, and just as I was about to approach the peak, he pulled me off the table, pressing my back against his front and rubbed my clit, sending me straight over. My head fell back over his shoulder and I cried out. He slowed down for me to feel the pleasure in all its intensity, and then he sucked at my throat, sharply thrusting only once, twice inside me before he stopped and came hard, cursing like he always did.

Holy fuck. Holy fuck. Holy fuck.

Yeah, holy fuck was right, Mr Borden.

There was no awkwardness after he pulled out of me this time. He brushed my hair aside and neatened up my skirt. When I turned to him, he stared at me in a way that left me breathless.

“You’re insatiable,” he whispered, lightly brushing his fingers across my cheek. “I think I’m a little attached to that mouth and body.”

“Likewise, Mr Borden.”

Leaning a little closer to me, he kissed me lightly on my mouth and uttered, “Don’t fuck another man when you’re in my bed, okay?”

Staring into his serious blue eyes, I ignored the warning in them and nodded. “Okay.”

*

To say we were very unprofessional was an understatement. Borden fucked me every day at his office that entire week, and the more he took me, the more we craved one another. At first, it was rough and hard, but as the days wore on, Borden eased himself into me with a growing gentleness, savouring my body slowly, as he pulled me against him, kissing me through my orgasms and holding me to him long afterwards.

Sex with him had grown into something different. Every time he took me, something grew there between us. He didn’t want to acknowledge it, and I thought it was in my head, but his eyes spoke of a warmth that was reserved solely for me, and I blossomed for him.

I was entirely at his mercy.

I was weak, and I didn’t mind it.

I’d let a bad man into my heart, and I didn’t want the bad man to leave it.

Twenty-Two

Borden

“You keep staring at me like that, and I’ll fuck you again.”

Her face flushed and she turned back to her computer, smiling. Borden smiled too because she was that infectious. She still looked like a downright mess. The just-fucked look suited his alley cat to a tee.

He hadn’t grown tired of her once. It was baffling. His curiosity only grew, his need intensified too, and he was finding himself desperately powerless in her company. He liked the feel of her around him. His body warmed every time she gently smoothed her fingers over his hair after he’d roughly fucked her.

One could get used to that kind of touch.

“I’m not sure you can go another round after all that strenuous effort,” she muttered, tapping away on her keyboard like she was busy. But she wasn’t fucking busy.

“Don’t test me,” he warned her, smirking. “This dick is capable of pulling off a lot of miles on that sweet body.”

She pressed her lips down hard, resisting another smile. “Mr Borden, I am trying to work. Stop sexually harassing me.”

He couldn’t help the laugh escaping his mouth. “Is that what I’m doing?”

“Yes, and you can get into a lot of trouble.”

“And who do you think is going to want to fuck with me, babe? There’s not a single person I can’t buy off.”

Emma paused. “There are good people left in this world, you know.”

“I wish I were that gullible.”

Now she scowled at him. “Cynic.”

“I prefer the term realist.”

“Yeah, well, fuck your term.”

That vulgar mouth went straight to his dick. “You’re really asking for it, aren’t you?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” was her cheeky replied. “And anyways, when are we going to take our affair outside the office? Imagine spreading me out on a giant bed. So many things one can do in that environment.”

“Tempting.”

“Do it then.”

“I’ll consider it.”

Maybe.

There was too much to consider being open with her outside the office. He’d already made a mistake fucking her at her place. Call that a moment of weakness, although he had to admit, images of her naked across his king-sized bed was beyond appealing.

“That’s it?” she said, eyebrows up. “You’ll consider it? I’m not sure how long I can take being bent over your desk. Not that I don’t enjoy it, but fuck, Borden, I’m not an acrobat.”

He chuckled at her little spat.

“Come here,” he told her, gesturing to his lap.

Emma didn’t budge for a moment, eyeing him wearily.

“Come here,” he repeated. “I won’t bite.”