lp with your fingernails.” His eyes are still
closed but his expression one of blissful contentment—no trace of his
vulnerability remains. Jeez, how much his expression has changed, and I
take comfort knowing it’s me that’s done this.
“Head up,” I command and he obeys. Hmmm—a girl could get used to this. I
rub the suds into the back of his hair, scraping my nails into his scalp.
“Back.”
He leans back, and I rinse off the lather, using the glass. This time I manage
not to splash him.
“Once more?” I ask.
“Please.” His eyes flutter open and his serene gaze finds mine. I grin down at
him.
“Coming right up, Mr. Grey.”
I turn to the sink that Christian normally uses and fill it with warm water.
“For rinsing,” I say when his look turns quizzical. I repeat the process with the
shampoo, listening to his even deep breaths. Once he’s all lathered up, I take
another moment to appreciate the fine face of my husband. I cannot resist
him. Tenderly, I caress his cheek, and he opens his eyes, watching me
almost sleepily through his long lashes. Leaning forward I plant a soft, chaste
kiss on his lips. He smiles, closes his eyes, and breathes out a sigh of utter
contentment. Jeez. Who would ha一ve thought after our argument this afternoon
he could be this relaxed? Without sex? I lean right over him.
“Hmm,” he murmurs appreciatively as my breasts brush his face. Resisting
the urge to shimmy, I pull the plug so the sudsy water drains away. His hands
move to my hips and around to my behind.
“No fondling the help,” I murmur, feigning disapproval.
“Don’t forget I’m deaf,” he says, keeping his eyes closed, as he runs his
hands down past my behind and starts to hitch up my skirt. I swat his arm. I’m
enjoying playing hairdresser. He grins, big and boyish, like I’ve caught him
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I reach for the glass again, but this time use the water from the neighboring
sink to carefully rinse all the shampoo from his hair. I
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