“I was gonna do it. I’d decided to.”
“What’s that yellow thing?”
“My lemon?”
“Rae…” How he gets disappointment and excitement so perfectly wrapped up in that one syllable is a mystery to me, but it’s all there. “Baby, you’re not supposed to try. You’re supposed to wait. That’s the rule.”
“I hate the rule. The rule sucks.”
He sighs and lies back, and the moment I realize he’s probablyin bed too, all the pent-up frustration loosens, and I’m turned right on again. Only the good kind of worked up, not the kind that’s like a too-tight knot I don’t have the tools to loosen.
“Show me your bed,” I say. It takes a second, but he finally does it and what he shows me is a plain white room, navy sheets, and a dark bed frame. “It looks big.”
“It is.”
I don’t say anything else about that bed, that room. It’s got no place in this relationship, or whatever this is, and I’m not about to push any boundaries between us.
“I want to come now, Grant.”
“I know, sweetie.” He sighs. Smiles. “But you can’t.”
I suck in a breath. “You’re pure evil.”
“Maybe.” He nods. “But let me tell you something. Your next climax is going to be something to behold. And I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
Grant
IT’SFRIDAY. LESS THANtwo weeks to the investors’ meeting. I’ve been working my ass off all week to finish the audit, but the deeper I get into the company’s security protocols, the less I find. And the less I find, the more worried I become. We’re either looking at someone who’s very good at what they do or… there’s something else going on here.
And that worries me too.
Meanwhile, Rae is in a mood.
Her patience wears visibly thinner and thinner as the day goes by. I’m not an actual sadist, but I find real pleasure in watching her frustration make her meaner. Or, at the very least, less servile. No, that’s wrong; she would hate that word. Let’s say… less accommodating. She’s just so cute when she’s mad. If I’m not careful, I’ll develop a fetish for bossy little subs, and then I’ll be in real trouble.
It is such a pleasure to watch her turn people away at the door, using the wordnolike she means it and—in one particular instance—telling a coworker to refer to her email dated yesterday, which Rae then printed out and gave to her, before closing the literal door in her face. Gently, of course. With a smile.
“What?” she barks when she catches my look.
“Nothing, Rae. You are very…”
Her squint makes me want to go over there and wrap her in my arms, make her come, and then tuck her in bed, where we would—
No. None of that. Just the coming part. The rest I’ll take or leave.
“Tell me about this retreat you’re planning.”
“Why? You wanna come?”
“No.”
“You should. They apparently got the count wrong and reserved an extra cabin. Give you a chance to see how great everyone here is.”
“When they’re not driving you nuts, you mean?” I ask with a smirk.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
