t at all?” I can’t keep the longing out of my voice.
He looks at me uncertainly, and I’m emboldened by
his hesitation. I step toward him, and he steps back,
holding up his hands in defense, but smiling.
“Look, Ana.” It’s a warning, and he runs his hand
through his hair, exasperated.
“Sometimes you don’t mind,” I observe plaintively.
“Perhaps I should find a marker pen, and we could map
out the no-go areas.”
He raises an eyebrow. “That’s not a bad idea.
Where’s your bedroom?”
I nod in the direction. Is he deliberately changing the
subject?
“Ha一ve you been taking your pill?”
Oh shit. My pill.
His face falls at my expression.
“No,” I squeak.
“I see,” he says, and his lips press into a thin line.
“Come, let’s ha一ve something to eat.”
Oh no!
“I thought we were going to bed! I want to go to bed
with you.”
“I know, baby.” He smiles, and suddenly darting
toward me, he grabs my wrists and pulls me into his arms
so that his body is pressed against mine.
“You need to eat and so do I,” he murmurs, burning
gray eyes gazing down at me. “Besides . . . anticipation is
the key to seduction, and right now, I’m really into delayed
gratification.”
Huh, since when?
“I’m seduced and I want my gratification now. I’ll beg,
please.” I sound whiney. My inner goddess is beside
herself.
He smiles at me tenderly. “Eat. You’re too slender.”
He kisses my forehead and releases me.
This is a game, part of some evil plan. I scowl at him.
“I’m still mad that you bought SIP, and now I am mad
at you because you’re making me wait.” I pout.
“You are one angry little madam, aren’t you? You’ll
feel better after a good meal.”
“I know what I’ll feel better after.”
“Anastasia Steele, I’m shocked.” His tone is gently
mocking.
“Stop teasing me. You don’t fight fair.”
“Stop teasing me. You don’t fight fair.”
He stifles his grin by biting his lower lip. He looks
simply adorable . . . playful Christian toying with my libido.
If only my seduction skills were better, I’d know what to
do, but not being able to touch
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