at him
as he sits back to admire his handiwork.
“Happy?” I ask, my voice hoarse.
“Very.” He grins wickedly and slowly eases a finger inside me.
~o0o~
“But that was fun,” he says his eyes gently mocking.
“For you maybe.” I try to pout—but he’s right . . . it was . . . arousing.
“I seem to recall the aftermath was very satisfying.” Christian returns to
finishing his sha一ve. I glance quickly down at my fingers. Yes, it was. I had no
idea that the absence of pubic hair could make such a difference.
“Hey, I’m just teasing. Isn’t that what husbands who are hopelessly in love
with their wives do?” Christian tips my chin up and gazes at me, his eyes
suddenly filled with apprehension as he endea一vors to read my expression.
Hmm . . . payback time.
“Sit,” I mutter.
He blinks at me, not understanding. I push him gently toward the lone white
stool in the bathroom. He sits down, gazing at me puzzled, and I take the
razor from him.
“Ana,” he warns as he realizes my intention. I lean down and kiss him.
“Head back,” I whisper.
He hesitates.
“Tit for tat, Mr. Grey.”
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E L JAMES
He stares at me with wary, amused disbelief. “You know what you’re doing?”
he asks, his voice low. I shake my head slowly, deliberately, trying to look as
serious as possible. He closes his eyes and shakes his head then tilts his
head back in surrender. Holy shit, he’s going to let me sha一ve him. My inner
goddess flexes and stretches her arms outward, her fingers interlocked,
palms out, limbering up. Tentatively I slide my hand into the damp hair at his
forehead, gripping tightly to hold him still. He clenches his eyes closed and
parts his lips as he inhales. Very gently, I stroke his razor up from his neck to
his chin, revealing a path of skin beneath the lather. Christian exhales.
“Did you think I was going to hurt you?”
“I never know what you’re going to do, Ana, but no—not intentionally.”
I run the razor up his neck again, clearing a wider path in the lather.
“I would never intentionally hurt yo
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