his head toward the shore. What?
Sure enough, several sunbathers on the beach ha一ve abandoned their indifference and now regard us with interest. Suddenly, Christian grabs me around my waist and launches me into the air, letting me fall into the water and sink beneath the wa一ves to the soft sand below. I surface, coughing, spluttering and giggling.
“Christian!” I scold, glaring at him. I thought we were going to make love in the sea . . . and chalk up yet another first. He bites his lower lip to stifle his
amusement. I splash him, and he splashes me right back.
“We ha一ve all night,” he says, grinning like a fool. “Laters, baby.”
He pes beneath the sea and surfaces three feet away from me, then in a fluid, graceful crawl, swims away from the shore, away from me.
7 | P a g e
Fifty Shades Freed
Gah! Playful, tantalizing Fifty! I shield my eyes from the sun as I watch him go. He’s such a tease . . . what can I do to get him back?
While I swim back to the shore, I contemplate my options. At the sun loungers our drinks ha一ve arrived and I take a quick sip of Coke. Christian is a faint
speck in the distance.
Hmm . . . I lie down on my front and, fumbling with the straps, take my bikini top off and toss it casually onto Christian’s sun lounger. There . . . see how brazen I can be, Mr. Grey. Put this in your pipe and smoke it. I shut my eyes and let the sun warm my skin . . . warm my bones, and I drift away under its heat, my thoughts turning to my wedding day.
~o0o~
“You may kiss the bride,” Reverend Walsh gushes.
I beam up at my husband.
“Finally, you’re mine,” he whispers, and he pulls me into his arms and kisses me chastely on the lips.
I am married. I am Mrs. Christian Grey. I am giddy with joy.
“You look beautiful, Ana,” he murmurs and smiles, his eyes glowing with love. . . and something darker, something hot. “Don’t let anyone take that dressoff but me, understand?” His smile heats a hundred degrees as his fingertips trail down my cheek, igniting my blood.
Holy crap
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