o Welch, too,”
Barney says excitedly from the phone.
“Good. Let me know where else that fucker has been in my building. And
check this image against the one from his SIP personnel file.” Christian
gazes at me skeptically. “I want to be sure we ha一ve a match.”
“Already done, sir, and Mrs. Grey is correct. This is Jack Hyde.”
I grin. See? I can be useful. Christian rubs his hand down my back.
“Well done, Mrs. Grey.” He smiles and his earlier rancor forgotten. To Barney
he says, “Let me know when you’ve tracked all his movements at HQ. Also
check out any other GEH property he may ha一ve had access to, and let the
security teams know so they can make another sweep of all those buildings.”
“Sir.”
“Thanks, Barney.” Christian hangs up.
“Well, Mrs. Grey, it seems that you are not only decorative, but useful, too.”
Christian’s eyes light up with wicked amusement. I know he’s teasing.
“Decorative?” I scoff, teasing him back.
“Very,” he says quietly, pressing a soft, sweet kiss on my lips.
“You’re much more decorative than I am, Mr. Grey.”
He grins and kisses me more forcefully, winding my braid around his wrist
and wrapping his arms around me. When we come up for air, we are both
breathless.
“Hungry?” he asks.
“No.”
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“I am.”
“What for?”
He blinks down at me. “Well—food actually, Mrs. Grey.”
“I’ll make you something.” I giggle.
“I love that sound.”
“Of me offering you food?”
“You giggling.” He kisses my hair then I stand.
“So what would you like to eat, Sir?” I ask sweetly. He narrows his eyes. “Are
you being cute, Mrs. Grey?”
“Always, Mr. Grey . . . Sir.”
He smiles a sphinxlike smile. “I can still put you over my knee,” he murmurs
seductively.
“I know.” I grin down at him. Placing my hands on the arms of his office chair,
I lean down and kiss him. “That’s one of the things I love about you. But stow
your twitching palm—you’re hungry.”
He smiles his shy smile and my heart clenches. “Oh, Mrs. Grey, what am I
going to do with you?”
“You’re going to answer m
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