Page 117 of Mob Queen

He lifts his arm to rest on the table as he rubs at his brows. “You make my blood pressure rise.”

“Do you need the doctor?”

“You do it!” he snaps. I try to hide the smile, but I can’t. “Look,” he starts with a calmer voice. “If you want me to move in, just ask.” I tilt my head and narrow my eyes. “Is asking such a foreign concept to you?” He moves his hands back and forth between us. “Is having a conversation so out there?”

I point to our room upstairs. “You live here now.”

“For fuck’s sake.” Miller rolls his eyes closed and allows his head to loll back. “Stop demanding, and just ask.”

“Why?”

“Because that’s what people in a relationship do.”

“I swear to God, if you say that L word again, I’ll kill you myself.”

He snaps his head up to stare at me. Miller’s eyes are wide, and his mouth is gaping open. “I...” He lifts his hand and points to me, then lowers it. “I...” Miller rapidly blinks and shakes his head. “How can you not comprehend that this needs to be a discussion?”

“There’s nothing to talk about. You live here, your house needs to be either sold or rented. What’s so hard to work out?”

He throws his arms up with annoyance, then smirks as he looks to me. “You’re lucky I love you.” Bastard. He’s only saying that because I won’t talk about his feelings and shit. “Fine. I’ll move in.”

“There was no other option.”

“I love you.”

“Shut up.”

“Tell me you love me.”

“You’re still breathing, aren’t you?”

“So, you do love me?”

“Pepperoni pizza,” I warn.

“Tell me you love me. Go on,” he pushes.

“We’re not talking about this.”

“Then ask me to move in with you.”

“What? No. This is now your home.”

“Either, you tell me you love me, or you ask me to move in with you. The choice is yours.”

“Pepperoni pizza,” I repeat.

Miller throws his head back and laughs. “You know,” he starts. But he stops and pushes up from his chair. He walks over to me, and jarringly moves my chair. He leans down and drags my hair to the side. “I love this crazy hair of yours.” Miller skims his fingertips across the back of my neck before forcibly gripping and squeezing. He licks below my ear, and my body instantly reacts. “You’re a pain in the fucking ass. But God, I love you.” He sucks my earlobe into his mouth and nips with pressure.

Moisture pools between my legs while my pussy throbs with desperation. “Fuck me,” I whisper.

Miller dips his hand into my pants, and rubs his thumb across my clit. I clench my thighs together as want overtakes my body. “If I lived here permanently I’d be able to fuck you whenever I want,” he whispers.

Damn bastard. He knows what he’s doing. I grab his wrist, and flick his hand away. I stand and back away from Miller. What pleases me is to see the bulge in his pants. “You do live here,” I say and arch a brow, my own screw you, buddy smirk forming. I fold my arms in front of my chest.

“You’re the most stubborn person I know.”

I lift my chin, and head into my office. “Hell yeah, I am,” I call over my shoulder. “And I’m still not asking.”

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