Wc are wailing for dessert in a plush, exclusive restaurant in town. It's been a
lively evening so far. and Mia is determined ii should continue and that wc must
lit! i lenlly for on i n Lilian's every
word as he and Christian talk. Mia is ob ioush infatuated nil Ethan, and Ethan
is . . . well it's difficult to tell. I don't know if they are just friends or if there's
Christian ecin Ikin I t h Ethan. They obvi-
ously bonded over the fly-fishing. They're talking about psychology, mainly.
Ironically. Christian sounds the more knowledgeable. 1 snort softly as I half listen
to theii conversation, sadly acknowledging that his expertise is the result of his
C v. I I III! 1
You 're the best therapy. His words, whispered while we were making love
once, echo in my head. Am I? Oh, Christian, I hope so.
I glance over at Kale She looks beautiful, but then she always does. She and
Elliot are less lively. He seems ncnous. his jokes a little too loud, and his laugh a
little off. Have they had a fight? What's eating him? Is it that woman? My heart
sinks at the thought ilia i i hu a .. frict I . nice at the entrance,
hall expecting to see Gia calmly saunter her well-groomed ass across the restaur-
ant to us. My mind t play t I sus| i the i i ol alcohol I've had.
My head is beginning to ache.
Abruptly, Elliot startles us all b> standing and pulling his chair back so il
scrapes across the tile floor. All eyes turn to him. He gazes down at Kate for one
t as everyone stops eating, slops talking, stops walking, and stares.
vly beautiful Kate, I love you. Your grace, your beauty, and your fiery spirit
10 equal, and you have captured my heart. Spend your life with mc. Marry
Chapter Fourteen
The attention of the entire restaurant is trained on Kate and Elliot, waiting with
bated breath as one. The anticipation i» unbearable. Silence stretches like a taut
rnbbc band ih ilmosphere is opprc !, ppreh im c md yet hopeful.
Kate stares blankly at Elliot as he gazes up at her, his eyes wide with long-
ing—fear even. Holy crap, Kate! Put him out of his misery. Please. Jeez— he
could hae asked her privately.
A single tear trickle-, down her cheek though die remains expressionless.
Shil! Kale crying fliei mil i < beli 1 found-Nirvana smile.
"Yes," she whispers. ;i brcalln. sweet acceptance not Kate-like at all. For
one nanosecond there's a pause as the entire restaurant exhales a colleclie sigh of
relief, and then the noise is deafening. Spontaneous applause, cheering, catcalls,
whooping, and sud I I ! I
meets-Joan-Jett makeup.
Oblivious to the commotion around litem, she two are locked in their own
little world. From his pocket L'lliol produces a small box. opens it, and presents it
to Kate. A ring. And from what I can see, an exquisite ring, but I need a closer
look. Is that what Ik loin h(i C'lu t in // Oh, I'm so glad I
didn't tell Kate.
Kate looks from the : ing to L'lliol then throw s her arms around his neck. They
kiss, remarkably chaste for them, and the crowd goes w ild, Llliot stands and ac-
knowledges the approbation with a surprisingly graceful bow then, wearing a
huge self-satisfied grin, sits back down. I can't take my eyes off them. Taking the
ring out of its box, Elliot gently slides it onto Kate's finger, and they kiss once
Christian squeeze-. m> hand. 1 didn't realize I'd been gripping his >o lighlK. 1
"Sorry. Did you know about this?" I whisper.
Christian smiles, and I know that he did. He summons the waiter. "Two
bottles of the Cristal please. The 2002 if you have it."
I smirk at him.
"What?" he asks.
"Because the 201)2 is so much belter than the 2003," I tease.
"You have a very li mi p Ir. ( md sit ular tastes." I smile.
"That I do, Mrs. Grey." He leans in close. "You taste best," he whispers, and
he kisses a certain spot behind my ear. sending little shivers down my spine. I
blush scarlet and fondl i t i I I it ol the quite literal
shortcomings of my dress.
Mia is the first up to hue I, He a d Lll ol md c I take nuns congratulating
the happy couple. I clutch Kate in a fierce hug.
"See? He was just worried about Ins proposal," I whisper.
"Oh, Ana." She giggle-sobs.
"Kate, I am so happy for you. Congratulations."
C hrislian is behind me. He shakes Elliot's hand, then surprising both lilliol
and me — pulls him inlo a hug. ! can only jtisl ealch what he says.
"Way lo go. Lelliol." he murmurs. Elliot -.ays nothing, for once stunned into
silence, then cautiously returns his brother's hag.
Lelliotl
"Thanks. C hristian." Elliol chokes out.
(. hrislian gives Kate a brief, if awkward, almost arm's-length hug. I know
that Christian's attitude to Kate is tolerant, at best, and ambivalent most of the
time, so this is progress. Releasing her. lie -ax s so quietly only she and I can hear,
"I hope you are as happy in your marriage as 1 am in mine."
"Thank you, Christian. I hope so. loo." she sas s graciously.
The waiter has 1 i i i , it t mipagi . h e proceeds to open with
an understated flourish.
C hrislian holds his champagne Hale aloft.
"To Kale and my dear brother, lilliol congratulations."
We all sip, well. I glug. i Imm. ( rislal lasles hi good, and I'm reminded of the
first time I drank it at < hrisiian's club and later, our cscnll'iil elevator journey to
the first floor.
Christian frowns at inc. "What are you thinking about?" he whispers.
His frown becomes more quizzical.
"We were at your club." I prompt.
He grins. "Oh yes. I remember." He winks at me.
"lilliol. hac sou set a dale?" Mia pipes up.
we'll get back to you on that, 'kay?"
"Oh. make il a Christmas wedding. Thai would be so romanlie. and you'd
have no trouble remembering your anniversary." Mia claps her hands.
"I'll take that under ads iscmenl " Elliol smirks at her.
"After the champagne, can we please go clubbing?" Mia turns and gives
( hrislian her biggest, brosvn-eyed look.
"I think we should ask Elliot and Kate what they'd like to do."
As one, we turn expectantly lo litem. Elliol shrugs raid Kale turns puce. Her
carnal intent tow n d I il I 1 u h undrcd-d II r cham-
pagne all over the table.
Zax is the most cxclusie nightclub in spen or «• says Mi;i. Christian strolls lo
the front of the short line with his arm wrapped around nr. waist and is immedi-
ately granted access. I wonder briefly if he owns the place. I glance at my
watch — eleven thirty in the evening, and I'm feeling fuzzy. The two glasses of
champagne and scu ii 1 i Pouillv-Fun i ng on meal are starting to
have an effect, and I'm grateful Christian has his arm around me.
"Mr. Grey, welcome Kick." says a very altraclhc. leggy blonde in black sat-
in, hot pants, matching slee eless shin, and a little red bow lie. She smiles broadly,
revealing perfect all-American teeth between scarlet hps that match her bowtie.
"Max will take your coat."
A young man dressed entirely in black, forlunaii: ly not satin, smiles as he of-
fers to take my coat. His dark eyes are warm and inviting. I am the only one wear-
ing a coat — Christian insisted I take Mia's trench coat to cover my behind — so
Max only has to deal with me.
"Nice coat," he says, gazing at me intently.
Beside me Christian bristles and fixes Max with a back-off-now glare. He
id, i n i a 1 l> h in Christiat ty coat cheek ticket
"Let me show yon to your table." Miss Satin 1 lot Paul-, butters her eyelashes
at my husband, Hick- her long blond hair, and sashays through the entryway. I
moment, then smirks as we follow Miss Satin Hot Pants into the bar.
middle. It's busy, given that we're here off-season, but not too crowded with the
relaxed, and for the I irsl tune 1 feel a little over . . . urn, underdressed. I'm not sure
which. The floor and walls v ibrate w ith lite music pulsing from the dance Hoor
behind the bar, and lights are whirling and Hashing on and off. In my heady state,
I idly think it's an epileptic's nightmare.
Satin Hot Pants leads us to a corner booth that's been roped off. It's near the
bar with access to the dance floor. Clearly the best seats in the house.
"There'll be som lake in nil he gt es us her full
megawatt Mink ini th i I Ml i Ii i ii I ishand, sashays back
from where she came. Mia is already jigging from foot to foot, itching to get onto
the dance boor, and Lilian lakes pity on her.
"C hampagne?" Christian asks as ihey head off holding hands toward the
dance floor. Eth in t i ^ u n I ilhusiastically.
Kate and Elliot sit back on the soft velvet seating, hand in hand. They look so
happ then le itures it i ' n the glo in tl i i
crystal holders on the k" ible i hi inns: stun > me to it and I scoot in be-
side Kate. He tikes iti 1 t
"Show me your ring." I raise my voice over the music. I will be hoarse by the
time we leave. Kate beams at me and holds up her hand. The ring is exquisite, a
single solitaire in i fin el borate la ilh in liam n -mi either side. It has a
retro Victorian look to it.
"It's beautiful."
She nods in delight and. reaching oer. squeezes Elliot's thigh. He leans
down and kisses her.
"Get a room," I call out.
Elliot grins.
A young woman with shorl dark liaii and a nhsclne ons -anile, wearing regu-
lation, black satin, hot pants, conies 10 lake our older.
"What do you want to drink?" Christian asks.
"You're not picking up the tab for litis, loo." Elliot grumbles.
Despite the objections of Kale. Elliol and Ethan. Christian has paid for the
meal wc just consumed. He simply waved them aside and would not hear of any-
one else paying. I gaze at him lovingly. My Fifty Shades . . . always in control.
Elliol opens his mouth lo sa> something bin. w iseh perhaps, closes it again
"Kale?" Christian asks.
"More champagne, please. The Crista! is delicious. Bui I'm sure Elhan would
prefer a beer." She smiles sweetly — yes, sweetly — al Christian. She is incandes-
cent with happiness. I feel il radiating off her. and it's a pleasure to bask in her
joy.
"Champagne, please."
"Bottle of Crista!, three Peronis. and a bottle of iced mineral water, six
glasses." lie says in his usual authoritati e. no-nonsense manner.
It 's kinda hot.
"Thank you. sir. C oming righi up." Miss llol Pants Number Two gives him a
gracious smile, but I , i ei ' i i llering I .el h ihough her cheeks red-
den a little.
I shake my head in resignation. He's mine, girlfriend.
"What?" he asks me.
"She didn't flutter her eyelashes a.i on." I smirk.
""( )h. as she supposed to?" he asks, failing to hide his mirth.
"Women usually do." My tone is ironic.
He grins. "Mrs. Grey, arc you jealous?"
"Not in the slightest." I poul at him. And i realize in ihal momenl [hat ! am
beginning to tolei H n ogling my I hi hrislian el sps in
hand and kisses my knuckles.
"You have nothing to be jealous of, Mrs. Grey," he murmurs close to my ear,
his breath tickling me.
The waitress returns, and moments later I'm sipping another glass of
champagne.
"Here." Christian hands me a glass of water. "Drink this."
"Three glasse ol'whiu itte at dilute I or 1 mipagne, after a straw-
tually he does have a point. Taking the glass of water, I down it in a most unlady-
hand across the back of my mouth.
"Good girl,'" he says, smirking. "You've vomited on me once already. I don't
wish to experience that again in a hurry."
"I don't know w Inn you're complaining about. on got io sleep with me."
I L i lik 'iid In c > - ii t call. I dm!
Ethan and Mia are back.
"Ethan's had enough, for now. Come on, girls. Let's hit the floor. Strike a
pose, throw some si >i n II 1 ric from ll ho in mouss
Kate stands i 1 ( i i I i II
"Let me watch you," he says. And I have to look away quickly, blushing at
the look he gives her. She grins as 1 stand.
"I'm going to burn some calories," I say, and leaning down I whisper in
Christian's car, "You can watch me."
"Don't bend over," he growls.
"Okay." I stand abruptly. Whoa! Head rush, and I clutch Christian's shoulder
as the room shifts and tilts a little.
"Perhaps you should have some more water." Christian murmurs, a warning
clear in his voice.
"I'm fine. These seats are low and my heels are high."
Kate takes my hand, and taking a deep breath ! follow her and Mia. perfectly
poised, onto the dance floor.
The music is pulsing, a techno beat with a thumping bass line. The dance
floor isn't crowded, which means we have some space. The mix is eclect-
ic — young and old alike dancing the night away. I have never been a good dancer.
In fact, it's only since I've been with Christian that I dance at all. Kate hugs me.
"I'm so happy," she shouts over the music, and she starts to dance. Mia is do-
ing what Mia does, grinning ai die pair of its. throw nig herself around. Jccz, she's
taking up a lot of room on the dance floor. I glance back toward the table. Our
surrender to it.
move a little more . . . bravely. Kale gies me two thumbs up. and I beam back at
1 close my ces V I I 1 spend I 1'i I nl i >[ m life not doing
to and Thomas Hardy . . . jeez. Ih '</ have Ml auilty as sin dial he wasn 't dancing
ullh his first wife. I giggle at the thought.
It's C hristian. He has given me this confidence in my body and how I can
Suddenly, there are two hands on my hips. I grin. Christian has joined me. I
wiggle, and his hands nunc In m behind and squeeze, then hack to my hips.
I open my eyes. And Mia is gaping at me in horror. Shit . . . Am I that bad'.' 1
reach down to hold Christian's hands. They're hairy, h'aek: They're not his. I
whirl around, and low ei ing o or mo is a blond giaul w ilh moro loclh than is natur-
al and a looting smile to showcase them.
"Get your hands off mo' ' 1 scream oer the pounding music, apoplectic with
"Come on, sugar, it's just some fun." He smiles, holding Ins apelike hands
up, his blue eyes gloaming under the pulsing ultraviolet lights.
Before I know whal I'm doing. ! skip hint hard across the face.
Ow! Shit . . . my hand. It stings. "Get away from me!" I shout. He gazes dow n
at me, cupping his red cheek. I thrust my uninjured hand in front of his face,
spreading my fingers to show him my rings.
"I'm married, you asshole!"
II ill t! n i 1 Hi i I I ilogetic mile.
1 glance around Ira icalh.Mia i i li i Blond Giant. Kate is
lost in the moment doing her thing Christian is not at the table. Oh, I hope he's
gone to the restroom. I step back into a front I know well. Oh shit. Christian puts
his arm around my w a i si i n
"Keep your fucking hands off my wife," he says. He's not shouting, but
Holy shit!
"She can lake care of herself." Blond Giant shouts. His hand mov es from his
cheek where I've slapped him. and Christian hits ham. It's like I'm watching it in
slow motion. A perfectly timed punch to the chin that moves at such speed, but
the floor like the scumbag he is.
Fuck.
"C hristian, no!" I gasp in panic, standing in front of him to hold him back.
Shit, he'll kill him. "I already hit him," I shout over the music. Christian doesn't
look at me. He's glaring at my assailant with a malevolence I've not seen before
flaring in his eyes. Well, maybe once before after Jack Hyde made a pass at me.
The other dancers move outward like a ripple in a pond, clearing space
around us, keeping a sale distance. Blond (nan 1 , scrambles to his feet as Elliot
Oh no! Kate is with me, gaping at all of us. Elliot grasps Christian's arm as
Lilian appears, too.
"Take 11 easy, oka)'. 1 Didn'l mean any harm-" Blond Giant holds his hands up
in defeat, healing a hasty retreat. Christian's eyes follow him off the dance floor.
He docs not look at me.
The song changes from die explicit lyrics of "Sexy Bitch"" to a pulsing techno
dance number where a w oman sings ith an impassioned oice. Elliot looks down
at me, then across at ( 'hristian. and releasing ( hristian. nulls Kate into a dance. I
put my arms around Christian's neck until he finally make-, eye contact, his eyes
still blazing — primal ind feral. A imp.M I i i lingadol scent. Holy shit.
I le scrutinizes my face. "Are you okay?" he asks finally.
> I in 1 i i ui i I Hi i i il ni m hands down to
his chest. My hand is throbbing. 1 hac iicxer slapped anyone before. What pos-
sessed me? Touching me wasn't the worst crime against humanity . W as ill'
Yet deep down I know why 1 hit him. It's because I instinctively knew how
Christian would react seeing some stranger pawing me. I knew he'd lose his
precious self-control. And the thought that some stupid nobody could derail my
husband, my love, well, it makes me mad. Really mad.
"Do you want to sit down?" Christian asks over the pulsing beat.
Oh, come back to me, please.
"No. Dance with me."
He looks at me impassively, saying nothing.
Touch me ... the woman sings.
around him.
foot exclusion zone around us.
"You hi; him?"" Christian asks, standing slock-still. I lake Ins fisted hands.
"Of course I did. I thought it was you, but his hands were hairier. Please
dance with me."
As Christian gazes at me, the fire in his eyes slowly changes, evolves into
something else, somell ne larkei s m ihing hoilei mi leu , he grabs my wrists
and pulls me flush ag in . j i s pin i i, in i behind my back.
"You wanna dance? Let's dance," he growls close to my ear, and as he rolls
his hips around into me, I can do nothing but follow, his hands holding mine
against my backside.
Oh . . . Christian can move, really move. He keeps me close, not letting me
go, but his hands gi nail lax cm mil i ng mc I ind creep around, up
his aims feeling hi inched i I tin h his jackc i his shoulders. I Ie
presses me against him, and I follow his moves as he slowly, sensually dances
w nil me in lime to the pulsing heal of the club music.
The moment he grabs my hand and spins me first one way, then the other, I
know he's back with me. I grin. He grins.
We dance together and it's liberating — fun. His anger forgotten, or sup-
pressed, he whirls me around with consummate skill in our small space on the
dance floor, never letting go. He makes me graceful, that's his skill. He makes me
sexy, because that's what he is. He makes me feel loved, because in spite of his
ntly shades, he has a wealth of line lo give. Walching him now. enjoying him-
self. . . one could be lbrgien for chinking he doesn't have a care in the world.
But 1 know his love is clouded with issues of o erproieeti eness and control, but
it doesn'l make me love him any less.
I am breathless when the song morphs to another.
"Can we sit?" I gasp.
"Sure." He leads mc off the dance floor.
"You've made me rather hot and sweaty," I whisper as we return to the tabic.
He pulls me into his arms. "I like you hot and sweaty. Though I prefer lo
make you hot and sweaty in private," he purrs, and a lascivious smile tugs at his
lips.
As I sit, it's as if the incident on the dance floor never happened. I'm vaguely
surprised we haven't been thrown out. I glance around the bar. No one is looking
at us. and I can't see Blond Giant Maybe he left, or maybe he's been thrown out.
Kate and Elliot are being indecent on the dance floor, Ethan and Mia less so. I
lake another sip of champagne.
"Here." Christian puts another glass of water before me and regards mc in-
l ill 1 1 i 11 Drink i
I do as I'm told. Besides, I'm thirsty.
He lifts a bottle of Peroni from the ice bucket on the table and takes a long
"What i f I here had been press here'.'" 1 ask.
Christian knows immediately thai I'm referring to bun knocking Blond Chant
"I have cxpcnshe lawyers he say s c ill Hal u i i 1
I frown at him. "But you're not above the law, Christian. I did have the situ-
His eyes frost. "No one touches what's mine," he says with chilling finality,
as if I'm missing the obvious.
Oh . . . I take another sip of my champagne. All of a sudden I feel over-
whelmed. The music is loud, pounding, my head and feci are aching, and 1 feel
woozy.Hc grasps my hand. "Come, let's go. I want to get you home," he says.
Kate and Elliot join us.
"You going?" kale asks and liei oiee is hopeful.
"Yes," Christian says.
"Good, we'll come with you."
As we wait at Ihc eoai check for Christian lo telrieve my trench coal, kale quizzes
"What happened with dial gu on the dance floor'.'"
""lie was feeling me up."
""I opened my eyes and you'd hit him."
I shrug. "Well. I knew ( hristian would go thermonuclear, and that could po-
tentially ruin your evening." I haven't really processed how I feel about Christi-
"Our evening," she clarifies. "He is rather hol-hcaded. isn't he?" Kate adds
dryly, staring at Christian as he collects my coat.
I snort and smile. "You could say that."
"I think you handle him w ell."
"Handle?" I frown. Do I handle Christian?
"Here." Christian holds m coat open for nie so that I can put it on.
"Wake up, Ana." Christian is shaking me gently . e' e arm ed back at the house.
Reluctantly I open in nicl lag from the ni kale and Elliot have
d ip| i.i ii I kit i 'ii palicnll esidc the vehicle.
"Do I need to carry you?" Christian asks.
I shake my head.
1 I I 1 11 I (i IK 1 1 ii ii Taylor says
Christian nods then leads me to the front door. My feet are throbbing, and I
stumble after him. At the front door he bends down, grasps my ankle, and genlK
pries off first one shoe. Ihen the oiher. Oh. (he iv/icf. lie straightens and gazes
down at me, holding my Manolos.
"Better?" he asks, amused.
I nod.
""1 had delightful isions of these around m ears.' he murmurs, staring down
wistfully at my she el I I i 1 hand once more, leads
me through the darkened house, and up the stairs to our bedroom.
"You're wrecked, aren't ou?" he sas softly, staring down at me.
I nod. He stalls to unbuckle the belt on in trench coal.
"I'll do it," I muttei i 1 i h I lempt to brush him off.
I sigh. I had no idea I was this tired.
smirks, divests me of my coat, and throws it on one of the bedroom chairs. Taking
i v i a I I ids me into the balhroon I'll) »x i ivc
"Sit," he says.
1 sit on the chair and close my eyes. I hear him as he messes around with
bottles on the vanity unit. I am too tired to open my eyes to find out what he's do-
ing. A moment later he tips my head back, and I open my eyes in surprise.
"Eyes closed," Christian says. Holy crap, he's holding a cotton ball! Gently,
he wipes it over my right eye. I sit stunned as he methodically removes my
"Ah. There's the » oman i married." lie says after a few wipes.
"You don't like makeup?"
"I like it well en i 1 1 i i 111 if" 1 1 isses my forehead.
"Here. Take these." He puts some Advil into my palm and hands me a glass of
I look and pout.
""Take them." he orders.
I roll my eyes, but do as I'm told.
"Good. Do you need a prixatc momcm?" he asks sardonically.
1 snort. "So coy, Mr. Grey. Yes, 1 need to pee."
He laughs. "You expect me to leave?"
I giggle. "You want to stay?"
He cocks his head to one side, his expression amused.
"You arc one kinky son of a bitch. Out. 1 don't want you to watch me pee.
That's a step too far." I stand and wave him out of the bathroom.
When I emerge from the bathroom, lie's changed into his pajama bottoms,
llmm. Christian in P.ls. Mesmerized. 1 gaze ai his abdomen, his muscles, his
happy trail. It's distracting. I le strides o er to me.
"Knjo ing the view?" he asks wryly.
"Always."
'1 think you're slightly drunk. Mrs. Grey."
"I think, for once. 1 ha c io agree w iih you. Mr. Grey."
""Lei me help >ou oul of hal hide there is of this dress, h really should come
"No. Not at you." He kisses my shoulder. "For once."
I smile. No/ mail ai mc. This is progress. "Makes a nice change."
"Yes. It does." He kisses my other shoulder then tugs my dress down over
nn i, i 1 Ri hi i p i i ike Hi ii ii d
"Step," he commands, and I step out of the dress, holding his hand for
balance.
"Arms up," he says softly. He slips his T-shirl ox er mc and pulls it down,
covering mc up. I am ready for bed.
He pulls mc into his arms and kisses me, my minty breath mingling with his.
"As much as I'd love to bury myself in you, Mrs. Grey — you've had too
much to drink, you u i n irh . Ill tho mi feel ml on didn't sleep well last
night. Come. Get into bed." He pulls back the duvet and I climb in. He covers me
up and kisses my forehead once more.
"Close your eyes. When 1 come back to bed, I'll expect you to be asleep." It's
a threat, a command . . . it's Christian.
"Don't go," I plead.
"It's Saturday. It's late. Please."
He runs his hands through his hair. "Ana i f ! come to bed with you now, you
won't get any rest. Sleep." He's adamant. I close my eyes and his lips brush my
"Goodnight, baby," he breathes.
linages of the day hash through my mind . . . C hristian hauling me over his
shoulder in the plane. His anxiety as to whether or not I'd like the house. Making
love this afternoon. The bath. His reaction to my dress. Decking Blond Gi-
ant — my palm tingles at the memory. And then Christian putting me to bed.
Who would have thought? I grin widely, the word progress running around
my brain as I drift.
Chapter Fifteen
I am too warm. Christian warm. His head is on my shoulder, and he's breathing
softly on my neck w liile lie „lecp». his legs threaded through mine, his arm around
my waist. I linger on the edge of consciousness, aware that if I wake fully I'll
wake him, too, and 1 mis! | no Ji !i y my mil i Lis hi i !, i!i
events of yesterday evening. 1 drank loo much hoy did i drink too much. I'm
amazed Christian let me. I smile as I remember him putting me to bed. That was
sweet, real sweet, and unexpected. 1 conduct a quick mental inventory of how I'm
feeling. Stomach? Fine. Head? Surprisingly, fine, but fuzzy. My palm is still red
from last night She h. Idly 1 thin] iboi 1 liri lian palm when he's spanked
me. I squirm and he wakes.
"What's wrong'.'" Sleepy gray cos search mine.
"Nothing. Good morning." I rim the fingers of my uninjured hand dtrongh Iris
"Mrs. Grey, you look kwely this morning." Ire says, kissing my check, and I
light up from within.
"Thank you lor inking care of me last night."
"I like taking care of you. It's what I want to do," he says quietly, but his
eyes betray him as triumph flares in their gray depths. It's like he's won the
World Series or the Super Bow I.
Oh, my Fifty.
"You make me feel cherished."
"'Thai's because you are." he murmurs and my heart clenches.
He clasps my hand and I wince. He releases me immediately, alarmed. "The
punch?" he asks. His eyes frost as he scrutinizes mine, and his voice is laced with
sudden anger.
"I slapped him. I didn't punch him."
"That fucker!"
/ thought we 'd dealt with this last night.
"I can't bear that he touched you."
"He didn't hurt me, he was just inappropriate. Christian, I'm okay. My
hand's a little red, that's all. Surely you know what that's like?" I smirk, and his
pression ehan in if amusci rpri
"Why, Mrs. Grey, I am very familiar with that." His lips twist in amusement.
"1 could rcaequainl my self with thai feeling litis minute, should you so wish."
"Oh, stow yor l i i M I 1 face with my injured
hand, my fingers en in i Ki < i i i i 1 1 i h little halts It distracts
him, and he takes my hand and plants a tender kiss in my palm. Miraculously, the
pain disappears.
"Why didn't you tell me this hurt last night?"
"Urn ... 1 didn't really leel il last night. It's okay now."
His eyes soften and his mouth Iw ists. "How are you feeling'.'"
"Better than I deserve."
"Thai's quite a right arm you hare there, Mrs. Grey."
"You'd do well lo remember thai . Mr. Grey."
■"Oh really?" He rolls suddenly so thai lie's fully on [op of me. pressing me
into the mattress, holding my wrists above my head. He gazes down at me.
"I'd fight you any day, Mrs. Grey. In fact, subduing you in bed is a fantasy of
mine." He kisses my throat.
What!
I thougl i Id e all the tint I i K I 1 s my earlobe.
"llnun . hut I'd like some resistance." he murmurs, his nose skirting my
Resistance! I still. He stops, releasing my hands, and leans up on his elbows.
"You want me lo fight you? 1 lore?" I w hisper. Irving to contain my surprise.
Okay — my shock. lie nods, his eve-, hooded hut wary as lie gauges my reaction.
"Now?"
1 1 dn i gs I ( I ( I lea Hit through hi i I. I le gi m I mik
ami nods again, slowly.
Oh my . . . He's tense, lying on top of me, and his growing erection is digging
tantalizing!) into my soft, willing flesh, distracting me. What's this about? Brawl-
ing? Fantasy? Will h tin I i si i held — Nevet She's
got her karate suit on. and site's limbering up. i laude would be pleased.
"Is this what you meant about coming to bed angry?"
He nods once more, his eyes still wary.
Hmm . . . my Fifty wants to tumble.
"Don't bite your hp " he w arns.
Compliantly, I release my lip. "I think you have me at a disadvantage, Mr.
Grey." I bat my lashes and squirm pro ocatix cly beneath him. This could be fun.
"Disadvantage?"
"Surely you've already got me where you want me?"
He smirks and presses his groin into, mine once more.
"Good point well id Irs. (ii pers and q ickly kisses my lips.
Abruptly he shifts and, takes me with hum. rolling over so I'm straddling him. I
grab his hands, pinmns them to the side of his head, and ignore the protesting
ache from my hand. My hair falls in a chestnut veil around us, and I move my
head so that the sti i ds la el II I i but doesn't try to
"So, you want to play rough?" 1 ash. skimming my crotch over his.
His mouth opens and he inhales sharply.
"Yes." He hisses, and I release him.
"Wait." I reach over for the glass of water beside the bed. Christian must
have left it here. It's cool and sparkling — too cool to have been silting here for
long — and I wonder when he came to bed.
As I take a Ion _ ! hi. C hi ian hails his lingei in iiiIIuiJl up my
thighs, leaving tinglii i m i 1 I I i n squeezes my naked
behind. Hmm.
Taking a leaf from his impressive repertoire, i lean forward and kiss him,
pouring clear cool water into his mouth.
He drinks. "Very tasty, Mrs. Grey," he murmurs, sporting a boyish and play-
After placing the glass back on the bedside table, I remove his hands from my
"So I'm supposed to be unwilling?" 1 smirk.
"Yes."
"I'm not much of an aclress."
He grins. "Try."
I lean down and kiss him chastely. "Okay, I'll play," I whisper, nailing m>
Christian makes a low, sexy sound in his throat and moves, tossing me onto
the bed beside him. I cry out in surprise, then he's on top of me, and I start to
struggle as he make:, a grab for m hands. Rotighh . ! place my hands on his chest,
pushing with all m> might. In ing lo nunc him. « file he endeavors to pry my legs
I continue pushing at his chest — Jeez he's heavy — but he doesn't flinch,
doesn't freeze as Ik i i i / ittempts to grab my
wrists, and finally captures one, despite my valiant attempts to twist it free. It's
my sore hand, so ! surrender it to him. but grab his hair with my other hand and
pull hard.
"Ah!" He yanks his head free and gazes down at me, his eyes wild and
"Sax age." he u hispers. his oiec laced u ilh salacious delight.
In response to this one whispered word, my libido explodes, and I stop act-
ing. Again I struggle in vain io wresl my hand out of his hold. Al the same lime I
try to hook m> ankles together, and attempt lo buck him of! inc. He's too heavy.
Gah' It's frustrating and hot.
W illi a groan. Chrislian captures my other hand, lie holds both my wrists in
his left hand, and his 1 < . Is leisure!) ii lentl iln si — down my body,
fondling and feeling as it goes, tweaking my nipple on the way.
I yelp in response, pleasure (.piking slum, shi.ro. and hot from my nipple to
my groin. 1 make another fruitless attempt to buck him off, but he's just too on
When he tries to kiss me I jerk my head to the side so he can't. Promptly his
insolent hand moves from the hem of my T-shirt up to my chin, holding me :n
place as he runs his teeth along nn jaw mirroring what I did to him earlier.
"Oh, baby, fight me," he murmurs.
1 twist and writhe, trying to free myself from his merciless hold, but it's
hopeless. He's much, stronger than me. lie's gently biting tit my lower lip as his
tongue tries to invade my mouth. And ! realize 1 don't want to resist him. I want
htm ill lii ill urn hi ki I don't
care that I haven't hi ed m ih I i n h ix upposcd to be play-
ing some game. Desire, hoi and hard, surges through mv bloodstream, and I'm
lost. Unhooking m ankles, i wrap m legs around his hips and use my heels to
"Ana," he breathes, and he kisses me everywhere. And we're no longer
i it 1 i I i t ti n I t i h t 1 t nick and urgent.
"Skin," he murmurs hoarsely, his breathing labored, lie drags me up and tugs
off my T-shirt in one swift move.
"You," I whisper while km upright, because it's al! I can think of to say. I
seize the front his pajamas and vank them down freeing his erection. I grab and
squeeze him. He's hard. The air whistles through his teeth as he inhales sharply,
and I revel in his response.
"Fuck," he murmurs. II leans I 1 lilt m t 1 _ i- 1 ppmg me down onto
the bed a- I pull and squeeze hint lightly, running m hand up and down him.
Feeling a bead of moisture tin his lip. I sw irl n around with my thumb. As he
lowers me to the mattress, I slip my thumb in my mouth to taste him while his
hands travel up my body, caressing my hips, my stomach, my breasts.
"Taste good?" he asks as he hovers over me, eyes blazing.
"Yes. Here." I push my thumb into his mouth, and lie Micks and biles die pad.
I groan, grasp his head, and pull him down to me so I can kiss him. Wrapping my
legs around him, I push his pajamas off his legs with my feet, then cradle him
with my legs around his waist. His lips trail from across my jaw to my chin, nip-
ping softly.
"You're so beautiful." He dips his head lower to the base of my throat. "Such
beautiful skin." His breath is soft as his lips glide down to m breasts.
What! I am panting, confused wanting, now waiting. I thought this was go-
ing to be quick.
"Christian." I hear the quiet plea in my voice and reach down, fisting my
hands in his hair.
"Hush," he whispers and circles m nipple with his tongue before pulling it
in hi: nouih nd i iggins hard
"Ah!" I moan and squirm, tilting my pelvis up to tempt him. He grins against
my skin and turns his attention to my other breast.
"Impatient. Mrs. Grey?" lie then sucks hard on my nipple. I tug his hair lie
groans and peers up. "I'll restrain you," he warns.
"All in good tint In murmurs igait In 'in tb h ,u 1 tiacls down at an
infurialingly slow speed to my hip as he worships my nipple with his mouth. I
moan loudly, my breath short and shallow, and I try once more to entice him into
mc, rocking against him. He's thick and heavy and close, but he's taking his own
Fuck this. 1 struggle unci tw ist. determined lo buck him off mc again.
Grabbing my hands, Christian pins them down on the bed, my arms spread
wide, and rests his fill both, weigh! on me. completely subduing me. 1 am breath-
less, wild.