“I like you Gray, but I still don’t think this is a good idea. You’re my boss, and all that BDSM stuff, I don’t think it’s for me.”
He ran his hand over her head. “Okay.”
She stiffened then pulled away to look up at him. “Okay?”
“Yes, okay. We won’t do any of that BDSM stuff until you’re ready. You need to trust me more before we go any further. So we’ll date. Everything will be purely vanilla. No sex, no BDSM.”
It would kill him. But he’d do it. She didn’t trust easily and he understood. But he wasn’t giving up on her.
“And if I decide it’s not for me, what then?”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”
“I don’t know, seems like a recipe for disaster. We could both end up hurt.”
“We could,” he agreed. “Or we could both end up happy. It’s a risk. Question is, do you think I’m worth taking a risk for? If you don’t, then I’ll walk out the door, and we’ll forget this ever happened. We’ll go back to boss and employee.”
She’d be risking it all. Her job, her sanity, the life she’d started to build here. She could end up with nothing.
Or everything.
Gray seemed to see something in her that she didn’t. Something that made him want to take a chance on her. She didn’t think she was worth the risk.
But he did.
And you could have everything.
“All right. We’ll date.”
He grinned. “Good. And when you’re ready for more, you tell me.”
“You seem very sure of yourself.”
“I am. You won’t be able to resist me or your own needs. You’ll see. You want this as much as me.”
She was pretty certain he was right.
Chapter Eleven
She was going insane.
She pressed a finger on the doorbell and waited impatiently for Cady to answer the door.
More than a week had passed since her venture into The Twisted Thorn and Gray was driving her nuts. She was very close to knocking him to the ground then dragging him by the heels to her bedroom, tying him to the bed, and keeping him there for the next month.
Only she wanted to be the one tied to his bed. The idea of him binding her, of giving him complete control over her didn’t freak her out as much as she thought it should. She guessed his plan was working. This careful, careful, slowly, slowly crap he’d been playing at over the last week and a half was making her realize she didn’t just want part of him. She wanted it all. His softness, his sweetness, his dominance.
They’d been on several dates, and he’d been the perfect gentleman. He’d only shown his more dominant side a few times, when she did something he didn’t approve of. Like work through dinner and late into the night. That had ended in a long, drawn-out lecture. She was certain she’d rather have had the spanking.
But other than a few kisses—hot kisses—he hadn’t touched her sexually. And she was going mad with need. She wanted to touch him, taste him, run her hands all over his body. Never in her life had she been so eager to give a man a blow job. She’d never enjoyed giving oral sex before. She’d found it kind of gross. But when she thought about sucking Gray off, it made her so hot she had to fan herself.
She was doing just that as Cady opened the front door.
The other woman stared at her. “Come in. You want me to turn the air up for you?”
Lacey stepped inside and Cady shut the door. “No, I’m fine. Just a hot flash or something.”
“Um, you seem a little young for those.”