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“No, you’re doing this because you think you have to. You don’t need to quit. Tell me, Bentley, where are you planning on working? We’re the best firm in this city and you know it.”

“It doesn’t matter. I don’t want to have to choose between you and my job, Nathan. I happen to love my job, but I love you more.” She yells the last part.

“Then I’ll quit,” I offer.

“What? You can’t quit your own firm. Your name is on the wall. Now you’re just being ridiculous.”

“You know, as soon as we’re married, it’s going to be your name on that wall too, because you will be a Miller. Bentley Miller. Huh, maybe I should just call in a favour with a judge and have us married now.” I mull over the idea.

“Don’t even think about it. I can’t believe you. I can work anywhere. It doesn’t matter. I’m good at what I do, meaning I’ll be just as good wherever I decide to go.”

“I’m not losing you. Our firm doesn’t want to lose you.”

“Sometimes we can’t always get what we want,” she huffs.

“Try telling that to Xavier.” I laugh.

When we reach my building, I enter the code and guide her through the door. We’re both silent as we wait for the lift. And as soon as we step in and the doors close, I turn to her, pushingher up against the mirrored wall. I slam my lips down on her and pick her up. Bentley wraps her legs around my waist while her hands tug on the front of my shirt. She kisses me back just as fiercely.

“This doesn’t mean this conversation is done,” I tell her, pulling back from her mouth.

“Shut up and kiss me.” She yanks at my shirt again, trying to force my face down to hers.

“Ask nicely.” I smirk at her.

“No.”

“Say please,” I tell her.

She rolls her eyes and smiles. “Please kiss me, Mr Miller. Please make me come like only you can,” she adds

“See? All you had to do was say please.” My lips meet hers again. The doors open and I carry her into the apartment. We land in a heap on the sofa. “Fuck, I’m going to fuck the disobedience out of you, Bentley.”

“You’re welcome to try,” she says.

“Stand up.” I pull her to her feet. My hands reach the bottom of her dress and tug it over her head, leaving her in nothing but a pair of black lace panties. Kneeling down, I kiss along her stomach as I slide the panties down her legs, lifting each foot one at a time before pushing to my feet again. “I’m going to fuck you senseless.”

“What are you waiting for?” She raises a challenging brow.

“Oh, baby girl, I don’t think you want to poke the bear right now,” I growl into her ear.

“Maybe I do.” She smiles.

I spin her around and bend her over the arm of the sofa. She lets out a squeal. “Don’t fucking move,” I tell her. I drop to my haunches behind her and spread her legs open wider. My hand palms each globe of her ass, opening her up to me and grazingmy teeth along the soft skin, before my tongue reaches out and circles around her puckered hole.

Bentley’s body stiffens. I don’t stop. I’m not stopping. I stick my tongue into the hole farther, her body relaxes, and she begins to push back into my face.

Chapter Fifteen

His tongue is in my ass. Literally in my ass. I’ve never done butt stuff before. I didn’t even know I had the kind of nerve endings that he’s currently lighting up there. It feels wrong, filthy, but at the same time it feels… magical. I can’t help myself as I push my ass against his face, seeking something. I’m not sure what. I just want more.

His fingers enter my wet pussy and begin to lazily stroke in and out. “Oh Jesus, oh god, oh my.” My cries are muffled by the cushions on the sofa.

Nathan grunts behind me, his fingers digging into the flesh of my ass so hard I have no doubt they’ll leave bruises. I don’t care. I don’t care about anything right now except for coming. I need to come. I need it more than I need air, and I kind of need that a lot.

“Please,” I beg, again. I have no idea what I’m begging for.

Nathan removes his tongue and I feel his finger take its place. He slowly pushes a digit into my asshole. He’s now fingering both of my holes. It’s too much. “I can’t wait to fuck this ass of yours. So fucking tight,” he says, as he increases the speed of his thrusts.

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