Page 34 of Following His Orders

“I love you,” he says, before entering me slowly.

“I love you too,” I tell him.

This is different. He takes his time, pushing in and pulling back out. Kissing me deeply as he makes love to me. We’ve fucked plenty of times, but this is the first time we’ve made love. My hands roam up and down his torso, feeling the ridges and grooves of his abs.

“I love you,” I whisper over and over again. A tear runs down my cheek.

Nathan wipes it away with his thumb. “I know,” he says.

Picking up one of my legs, he bends it back towards my shoulder, giving himself a deeper angle. He keeps his movements measured, slow, soft as he continues to make love to me. I can feel myself making that climb. I’m almost there. I’m so close. Nathan’s hand squeezes between our bodies, his fingers finding my clit. And the moment they connect, I fly off the edge.

My whole body quivers as the orgasm racks its way through my every nerve ending. “I love you,” Nathan says, kissing my lips as he comes right after me.

* * *

Lying in bed with Nathan,I can’t think of anywhere else I’d want to be. I love being with him. I love working with him. I love waking up next to him, going to sleep beside him. I just love him. I don’t ever want to lose this. I need to find a way to keep it. Keep him.

“Do you trust me?” Nathan asks, his hand stroking up and down my bare back.

“Of course I do,” I tell him.

“Then, I need you to trust me on this. Trust me when I say that you can continue to work at the firm. You need to renege on your resignation,” he says.

“You know, it’s playing dirty to bring this up when I’m basking in post-orgasmic bliss, Nathan.”

“I’ll do whatever it takes to get the job done.” He smirks before adding, “Just tell me you’ll think about it.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Thank you,” he says, kissing the top of my head. “I’ll make you see that you can have everything you want, Bentley. There is nothing you can’t have if you put your mind to it.”

“What I want right now is French toast,” I tell him.

He laughs. “French toast. Okay. I can do that.” He slides out of the bed and walks into the closet. When he walks back out again, he’s wearing a pair of black workout shorts and no shirt.

“Actually, I’ve changed my mind. Come back to bed. What I want right now is you.”

Nathan saunters over, leans down, and presses a kiss to my lips. “Food first. Can’t have you passing out on me.” He winks before straightening up again.

“I don’t care if I pass out.” I pout.

“I do,” he says. “Come on. Get up. You can whisk the eggs.”

“I can what the eggs?” I screw up my face.

“Fuck, I knew you grew up a little spoilt, but I didn’t think it was that severe. You do know how to cook eggs, don’t you, Bentley?” he asks.

“Sure I do,” I lie.

“Such a beautiful fucking liar.” He shakes his head. “Come on, I’ll show you.”

“It’s not my fault I never had to cook, you know. My mum just happens to be the best at it, so it makes sense for her to do it,” I tell him.

“We should have your mum over for dinner some time. I’d like to meet her,” he throws out.

“What? Why?” I ask him.

“Because she made you and I happen to love you. I want to meet her.” He shrugs.

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