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It took me no time to spiral. The world spun around me as I came, and he followed, his cock jerking within me. Still he talked. Lost to his words and his possessive touch, as though the thought of anyone even watching made him angry. He would never let anyone in, much less allow them to use me as their source of pleasure.

Still.

Borden was a man of contrast. He was telling me I was his treasure. That anyone would want me, even when I felt of little value growing up. Invisible, unheard. A broken girl easily faded into the fabrics of an impoverished class.

But not to him.

To him, I was so much more than that.

I loved that he didn’t just view me as the mother to our child. That I wasn’t even his wife. In this office, I was a woman he craved and desired. He saw me. He looked inside me, pushing me to my limits. It was more than just sex. It was connecting in the most all encompassing way.

I was Emma.

He was Borden.

I wasn’t Mrs Borden.

He wasn’t Marcus.

Inside our office, we were feverish creatures, reduced to our most carnal desires. We lost our senses, forgot ourselves, never shying away from the kinks that we could never trust another soul to know. It was private, and I treasured it. I loved that, in these four walls, we had built a world separate from reality.

Lately, for reasons I didn’t want to confront, this world was one I was seeking to disappear into more and more.

Chapter Nine

Emma

I looked freshly fucked, and Borden was grinning ear to ear. I rolled my eyes every time he gave me that cocky look. Pointing a finger at him, I said, “Watch it.”

“Doll, I can’t decide whether I like you better all dolled up, or all fucked up.”

Laughing, I crumbled up a scrap paper off my desk and threw it at him. It hit him square in the chest. Smirking, he said, “I want your g-string. Take it off.”

I froze. “What?”

“I peeled it off you.”

“I put it back on because, if you haven’t noticed, I’m wearing this itty-bitty skirt.”

“I want it back.”

“Borden, no.”

“Doll.” He just stared at me pointedly.

“You’re unbelievable.” I said it in a huff, but he just raised his brows. I sighed and stood up. Lifting my skirt, I peeled the white g-string off. His eyes looked drunk off the sight of me. I pointed my finger at him. “Don’t you dare. You’ve pumped me full of cum from both ends—”

“I didn’t say anything.”

I crumpled up the underwear like I did the paper and threw it at him. He didn’t let it hit his chest. He caught it and pocketed it.

“That’s so wrong,” I muttered, pushing my skirt down. “What do you even do with it, you sicko?”

“I keep it.”

“You have a chest full of my panties, Borden.”

“Yeah.” I didn’t know whether he was being serious or humouring me.

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