’t respond, he shakes his head slowly.
“I think you need a wake-up call.” Suddenly he pounces, reaching down and lifting me into his arms while I shriek, more from surprise than alarm.
“Christian! Put me down!” I squeal.
He chuckles. “Only in the sea, baby.”
Several sunbathers on the beach watch with that bemused disinterest so typical, I now realize, of the French as Christian carries me to the sea,
laughing, and wades in.
I clasp my arms around his neck. “You wouldn’t.” I say breathlessly, trying to stifle my giggling.
He grins down at me. “Oh Ana, baby, ha一ve you learned nothing in the short time we’ve known each other?” He leans down and kisses me, and I seize my opportunity, running my fingers through his hair,
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grasping two handfuls and kissing him back, invading his mouth with my tongue. He inhales sharply and leans back, eyes smoky but wary.
“I know your game,” he whispers and he slowly sinks into the cool, clear water, taking me with him as his lips find mine once more. The chill of the Mediterranean is soon forgotten as I wrap myself around my husband.
“I thought you wanted to swim,” I murmur against his mouth.
“You’re very distracting.” Christian grazes his teeth along my lower lip. “But I’m not sure I want the good people of Monte Carlo to see my wife in the throes of passion.”
I run my teeth along his jaw, his stubble tickly against my tongue, not caring a dime for the good people of Monte Carlo.
“Ana,” he groans. He wraps his wrist around my ponytail and tugs gently, tilting my head back, exposing my throat. He trails kisses from my ear down my neck.
“Shall I take you in the sea?” he breathes.
“Yes,” I whisper.
Christian pulls away and gazes down at me, his eyes warm, wanting and amused. “Mrs. Grey, you’re insatiable, and so brazen. What sort of monster ha一ve I created?”
“A monster fit for you. Would you ha一ve me any other way?”
“I’ll take you any way I can get you, you know that. But not right now. Not with an audience.” He jerks
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