Page 23 of Borden 3

My core clenched. Shit. My shoulders dropped in defeat as I glanced his way. I promised myself it would be fleeting. A quick second to show him how unbothered I was by his suggestive use of my name.

My gaze locked with his blue eyes and remained. Straightaway, a spark shot through my chest. I held my breath, willing myself to glare and then return to the screen, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. Not when he paid me attention like this. His eyes didn’t wander. They just stared into mine. I felt sweat bead my skin as I fought not to look him over.

I fucking loved when he wore his joggers and sweater to work. It always meant he was going to have a lazy day, followed by a hard fuck.

Maybe that was why I was moody. I knew it was coming, but he was beating around the bush, making me tense with anticipation.

I supposed I needed to speed things along.

“Bookkeeping is an interesting profession, Mr Borden,” I said, fighting hard to keep my voice smooth. I tried my fucking hardest not to be swayed by those damned beautiful eyes, or let my gaze wander his perfect jawline and smoothly shaved skin. “It’s one of those jobs you can do completely on your own…without your boss hanging over you.”

“What’s your point?”

“Keep this up, and I’ll request an office at our annual meeting.”

“Annual meeting?” he questioned.

“Yeah.”

“We’re always meeting.”

“It’s got an official title, therefore it’s a real thing.”

“Waste of time. I’d just say no to your own office.”

“And I would inform you that bookkeepers are needed everywhere.”

He raised his brows. “You would quit a profession that is increasingly becoming difficult to find in this city?”

“Then you wouldn’t need to convince me to stay. I’m so replaceable.”

“I have a lot to offer.”

I shrugged, carelessly. “Uh-huh.”

“You get a bonus every year.”

“At the expense of getting harassed.”

“I pay you triple the average salary for a bookkeeper.”

“Thanks for making my emergency fund so fat during my next job hunt.”

“You get weekends off, and the optional Monday.”

This guy. “Monday requires intense recovery after a fuckathon weekend with a needy husband that fucks like it’s his last time.”

His lips twitched, but he refused to smile as he played along. “I do miss the Monday fucks.”

“I’m sorry my pussy isn’t calloused over to welcome your pierced third leg.”

“Your ass is open Mondays.”

“My ass is still healing from three Mondays ago.” Now I huffed out a breath.

“Fucking worth it,” he said heartily. “Your ass was so tight, Emma. I saw stars fucking you. I put my hand right between your legs and worked your dripping cunt at the same time. Your orgasm rocked the house.”

I tried not to squirm just thinking about it. How delicate he had been. How slow he worked my opening, until I’d allowed his entire cock inside of me. He’d even removed his piercing to make sure I was comfortable.

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