Page 7 of Doctor’s Orders

Fucking her in heels and a little black dress is high on my list of things to do.

“Where are we going?” Lacy asks, looking at me from over her shoulder. Soft tresses of wavy red hair fall across her back, beckoning me closer to wrap my fist around it and pull her head back to seal her lips against mine.

“Wherever you lead,” I answer honestly. My office is a few blocks down, so naturally I want us to end up there, but I don’t want to suggest it. I want her to decide where to go. Tonight is as much for her as it is for me, and she needs to remember that she holds power over her life and her choices.

She’s not a pawn in fate’s game. She creates the life she wants to lead. It’s a lesson I’ve been working to teach her for a few months, and by the time the night is over, it should sink in.

She controls her life just like she controls mine. I am at her mercy.

“Okay,” she repeats, softer this time. She reaches the streetlight at the end of the alley and stands beneath it for a minute, deciding which direction to turn.

Straight will take her to the late night pharmacy. Left will take her to the public parking where both our cars lie. Right will take her to the business sector that houses various offices, including my own.

After a few seconds’ deliberation, she turns right.

I keep silent even though I want to ask her what made her choose this direction. There’s nothing interesting over here. No park to walk through, no bridge to look out across the river, no courtyard or restaurant playing music into the night air.

It’s just businesses…like my office.

I wonder if she realizes where she’s headed.

“Is this okay?” she asks.

“Yes. Keep going. I’m right behind you.”

And gaining on her with each step closer to my office door. My keys weigh heavy in my pocket as my mind turns over the next few minutes in head.

We’ll approach my office building. She’ll walk right past it if we stay on this side of the street. Hell, she might even stop to gaze through the window.

It’s the place where we met for the first time. It’s the place she spills her heart out to me once a month. The place where her secrets lie bare for me to keep. Where my own remain hidden to everyone except her.

We’ve talked extensively about her life and how she ended up here. What Beck means to her. How her life trajectory didn’t really change when she had him - it just veered a little to the right. And she’s okay with that.

She gets to stay at home with him and raise him however she likes. The father isn’t in the picture; he sends a monthly check that covers food and other child-rearing expenses, and Lacy sells craft goods on Etsy to cover her rent. As far as I know, her sister helps with some other expenses like utilities or anything extra Lacy and Beck might need.

It’s a quiet life, and that’s what Lacy struggles with the most. She’s used to excitement and adrenaline and exhilaration.

Once I move in, I’ll cover not only any expenses they need, but I’ll keep her on her toes and bring that excitement back into her life. She’ll never know when I’ll appear. When I’ll press her against the wall and make her come on my fingers. When I’ll bring home dinner and spend the evening watching animated movies with her and our son. When I’ll follow her inside the crafts store and help her carry product to the register… or get on my knees and taste her sweet nectar while I’m on lunch break.

The possibilities are endless, and I can’t wait for her to watch for me to show up around every corner.

My two-story office comes into view, and within a minute, she’s approaching the front door. Her steps slow as she gets closer, and I come up behind her and usher her into the doorway.

She squeals in surprise as I press my body against hers in the shadowed archway, spinning her in my arms to see those beautiful emerald eyes I love.

“Do you know where we are?” I press my palms on either side of her head, giving her nowhere to look but up at me.

Slowly, she nods.

“Tell me.”

“Your office.” She’s already breathless, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Correct.” I lean in close, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Did you know where we were headed?”

She bites her lip and waits a few seconds before nodding. “I think so. I mean, I know the way here by heart. But I just kind of… came this way automatically. I think I wanted to come here.”

God, I love hearing her say that. “Why did you want to come here?”

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