Page 32 of Following His Orders

“Too bad. I’m taking you home. Let’s go.” I grab her hand and pull her towards the door. The fact that she doesn’t put up a fight tells me she does actually want to come home with me.

When we get out to the street, I lead her up the path. I could wait for a cab, but my apartment’s only two blocks from here. Maybe the walk and a little fresh air would be better for us. I let go of her wrist to entwine my fingers with hers. Looking down, I realise this is the first time we’ve actually walked along the street holding hands.

I like it.

I bring her hand up to my mouth, kissing each knuckle before lowering it again. “I tore up your resignation letter,” I tell her.

“I can reprint it.”

“I’ll throw out the printers,” I reply with a shrug.

“I’ll email it,” she retorts.

“I’ll shut down the company servers,” I counter.

“Why? Why are you so against me quitting? I’m doing this for both of us, you know. Not just me.”

“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, pushing her 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.

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