es
adjust to the muted light. Tipping my chin back, he plants a soft kiss on my
lips, his eyes focused on and anxiously searching mine. I reach up to caress
his face. He smiles.
“Well, did I fulfill the brief?” he asks, amused.
I frown. “Brief?”
“You wanted rough,” he says gently.
I grin, because I just can’t help it. “Yes. I think you did . . .”
He raises his eyebrows and grins back at me. “I’m very glad to hear it Mrs.
Grey. You look thoroughly well fucked and beautiful at this moment.” He
caresses my face, his long fingers stroking my cheek.
“I feel it,” I purr.
He reaches down and kisses me tenderly, his lips soft and warm and giving
against mine. “You never disappoint.” He leans back to gaze down at me.
“How do you feel?” His voice is soft with concern.
“Good,” I murmur, feeling a flush creep across my face.
“Thoroughly well fucked.” I smile shyly.
“Why, Mrs. Grey, you ha一ve a dirty, dirty mouth.” Christian feigns an offended
expression, but I can hear his amusement.
“That’s because I’m married to a dirty, dirty boy, Mr. Grey.”
He grins a ridiculously stupid grin and it’s infectious. “I’m glad you’re married
to him.” He gently takes hold of my braid, lifts it to his lips, and kisses the end
with reverence, his eyes glowing with love. Oh my . . . did I ever ha一ve a
chance of resisting this man?
I reach for his left hand and plant a kiss on his wedding ring, a plain platinum
band matching my own. “Mine,” I whisper.
“Yours,” he responds. He curls his arms around me and presses his nose
into my hair. “Shall I run you a bath?”
“Hmm. Only if you join me in it.”
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“Okay,” he says. He sets me onto my feet and stands up beside me. He’s still
wearing his jeans.
“Will you wear your . . . er . . . other jeans?”
He frowns down at me. “Other jeans?”
“The ones you used to wear in here.”
“Those jeans?” he murmurs blinking with perplexed surprise.
“You look very hot in them.”
“Do I?”
“Yeah . . . I mean, really hot.”
He smiles, shyly. “Well for you, Mrs. Gr
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