Chapter 42

I rarely saw Tory because he was up to his armpits in work. As for Gregory, he and I saw each other in town, but he hadn’t said anything about continuing where we’d left off.

I wanted to be upset and storm over to the daycare center to demand he tell me what he wanted from me. But I couldn’t do that. I had promised to let him go at his own pace, if there wasa pace at all. Instead, I used our one extremely hot encounter on the couch at his house to fuel my get-off every night.

God, he’d been beautiful in the way he’d moved, the way he’d taken charge. He’d pushed me to a point of release I’d never reached before, and I wanted more of that. I wanted more of what he did to me when we were together, when he ordered me to take it, and how!

But more than that, I wanted to get to know that resilient man who needed a friend, who needed to learn how to let others in, and that he wasn’t a pariah. That would work only if he would talk to me, though.