y with the plans for the new house in his
hands. He puts them on the breakfast bar, saunters toward me, and wraps
his arms around me, kissing my neck.
“Barefoot and in the kitchen,” he murmurs.
“Shouldn’t that be barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen?” I smirk. He stills, his
whole body tensing against me. “Not yet,” he declares, apprehension clear in
his voice.
“No! Not yet!”
He relaxes. “On that we can agree, Mrs. Grey.”
“You do want kids though, don’t you?”
“Sure, yes. Eventually. But I’m not ready to share you yet.” He kisses my neck
again.
Oh . . . share?
“What are you making? Looks good.” He kisses me behind my ear, and I
know it’s to distract me. A delicious tingle tra一vels down my spine.
“Subs.” I smirk, recovering my sense of humor.
He smiles against my neck and nips my earlobe. “My fa一vorite.”
I poke him with my elbow.
“Mrs. Grey, you wound me.” He clutches his side as if in pain.
“Wimp,” I mutter disapprovingly.
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“Wimp?” he utters in disbelief. He slaps my behind, making me yelp. “Hurry
up with my food, wench. And later I’ll show you how wimpy I can be.” He slaps
me playfully once more and goes to the fridge.
“Would you like a glass of wine?” he asks.
“Please.”
Christian spreads Gia’s plans out over the breakfast bar. She really has
some spectacular ideas.
“I love her proposal to make the entire downstairs back wall glass, but . . .”
“But?” Christian prompts.
I sigh. “I don’t want to take all the character out of the house.”
“Character?”
“Yes. What Gia is proposing is quite radical, but . . . well . . . I fell in love with
the house as it is . . . warts and all.”
Christian’s brow furrows as if this is anathema to him.
“I kind of like it the way it is,” I whisper. Is this going to make him mad?
He regards me steadily. “I want this house to be the way you want. Whatever
you want. It’s yours.”
“I want you to like it, too. To be happy in it, too.”
“I’ll be happy wherever you are. It’s that simple, Ana.” His gaze holds mine.
He is utterly
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