Done [Running to Love 4] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Allyson Young Read Free Book Online Page A

continually telling her what to do. She read him quite well, right from the beginning. She knew that Greg was a control freak, and he was, especially in the bedroom. His profession made him dominant even as he presented being calm and laid-back, but dominance had always been his main personality trait. Being a cop had just honed it. Greg knew what he wanted and didn’t hesitate in going after it with quiet, implacable confidence. He scared his little woman, and once he came to understand that fact, he set out to convince her that he would never harm her, would always have her best interests at heart, and she came to accept it and him, in small increments. And then he had failed to live up to his promise.
    She had lived her public and work life pretty much as she had always done, although when they moved in together, bought their house together, she deferred to his opinions more often than not. She had considerably more skill with all things financial than he did but never made a big deal about it. There were some lines he knew better than to cross, like telling her what to wear, or who to hang out with. They had gone to the mat a couple of times over the latter, when Greg had had the temerity to suggest that one of her friends wasn’t a good influence. He smiled a little at the remembrance. Lacey might be little, but she wouldn’t lie down for anybody. Well, maybe that wasn’t an exact analogy. She had finally laid down for him, and he had thought he would have burst if she hadn’t. And as he had suspected, she did indeed long for someone to take care of her. Learning to trust herself to let go had taken more time, and Greg had no doubt that she now questioned her own judgment because of what he had done.
     
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    The nursing night shift had come on close to eleven, and his nemesis, Sheila, had gone home, but not before alerting the new head nurse to the little scene she had witnessed earlier. Margaret was a bit more sympathetic to him, allowing him to drag a chair and sit outside Lacey’s door with the promise that he wouldn’t enter the room without permission. Greg was going to wait until an opportunity presented itself. His captain had granted him leave upon hearing about all the changes of late, and his buddies had rallied to take his cases and share them out, as well as organizing their assorted wives and girlfriends to head over to clean and tidy his house. Their house, his and Lacey’s house, their home . He planned to take Lacey home when she was discharged and take care of her. He drifted back into his memories, the hard chair no longer uncomfortable, as his mind opened and his body remembered.
    Lacey lay in his arms, the silken length of her like liquid heat against his chest. She had finally accompanied him to his bedroom after a night of dancing, and willingly let him seduce her. Greg had stripped her slowly, unveiling every inch of her creamy flesh to his view with the anticipation of a child in a candy store. He had felt her sense of awkwardness when she was totally nude and he was still fully dressed, but he had decided to define the boundaries during their first sexual encounter. He had lifted her and laid her out on his bed, thrilled that she was finally there, looking just like she belonged. He had paid homage to her full breasts, the tips of which were like black cherries, and the taste of her had burst upon his tongue. She had been fairly passive at his request that she let him please her, and it allowed him time to gauge her responses, determine where her sweet spots were and what she liked the best. Oral sex had seemed less familiar to her, and her body had tensed and resisted him, but only for a few moments, and he’d been able to tongue her to a climax in even less time. She was incredibly responsive, and, he believed, submissive, just what he craved in a woman. The sex itself had been nearly everything he had hoped for, and could only be made better when Lacey came to relinquish