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of psychological issue? You think it’s mommy problems or something?”
     
    I looked back at his amused face. “I’ve never been with a guy who loves it as much as you, that’s all. It made me wonder if something happened, you know, when you were young. You’ve already told me how shitty your upbringing was.”
     
    “I was beaten, but I wasn’t sexually abused, doll. I also didn’t stumble upon a fuck-fest with kinky whips involved. I have no scars from the past to explain why I like a little pain.”
     
    “Then why do you like it?”
     
    He idly scratched at his thickening beard, deliberating the question. “I like the adrenaline. I like the way my blood pumps faster. I like the feel of the sting mixed with the pleasure. I like when a woman has to be rough to get what she wants. They’re simple triggers that get me hornier. That’s all.”
     
    “That’s all.”
     
    “Wish I was a bit more damaged, do you?”
     
    “Would explain why you’re an asshole.”
     
    “You love it.”
     
    I slid off the desk and bent over, resting my hands on the arms of his chair. I leaned into him and took his lips against my own. “I love it more than you realize,” I whispered as I pulled away.
     
    He abruptly grabbed me and forced me down on top of him, my back against his front, my ass on his hardened groin. He groaned as I pressed into him, and his hands slid up my front, unbuttoning a few buttons and slipping a hand inside. He palmed my breast and squeezed while his other hand gripped my hip. He grinded my ass against his dick again and cursed against my ear.
     
    “You’re so turned on, it’s disgusting,” I remarked.
     
    “Mm,” was all he groaned.
     
    I rested my head on his shoulder and his face turned to my exposed throat. He sucked feverishly at my skin, licking me while he forced another grind against his length.
     
    “You are positively the sexiest thing I have ever seen, touched, and fucked,” he told me solemnly.
     
    “I don’t know,” I replied uncertainly. “Haven’t you seen the kind of women that throw themselves at you?”
     
    “I see nobody but you, Emma.” His voice was breathless as he rocked me against him. “Just you. It’ll always be you.”
     
    I shut my eyes so he wouldn’t see them glisten. I’d never wanted the love of a man more than Borden. I loved this man. God, I loved him so much.
     
    “Use me,” I moaned. “Please.”
     
    He grinded me against him. “Give me your mouth.”
     
    I turned my head to him and greedily kissed him. He sucked my bottom lip and ravaged my mouth. Tongue and sucks, and more grinds against his brick length. He squeezed at my breast, tugging on the nipple through my bra and I breathed harshly against him as jolts of tingles flooded through me.
     
    His phone rang again, and he growled in frustration and dropped his hands. “This is unfortunate.”
     
    “Fuck the call.”
     
    “I’ve got business. Hop up, doll. I’ll fuck you to oblivion later.”
     
    I slid off of him and, before I took my first step, he landed a smack against my ass and groaned. “Perfection.”
     
    I smiled and shimmied my ass in front of his face. His eyes went so dark, I laughed.
     
    Yeah, he was it for me.
     
    *
    I had re-done my make-up and straightened up my clothes when I walked out of the office for lunch. Graeme drove me to the café.
     
    “Don’t leave,” he told me firmly before I stepped out. “I’m going to know about it, and don’t think of sneaking away either.”
     
    “Why would I do that?” I replied, shooting him a look. “What part of me would think of sneaking out of the restaurant, Graeme?”
     
    “I’m just saying, Emma. Young ladies can be unpredictable. Your minds fill with silly defiant thoughts. You do something silly and you’re not only putting yourself in danger, but you’re ensuring my demise. Borden would kill me if something happened to you, and I wouldn’t forgive myself either.