rink?”
He stills. “Why?”
“You don’t normally drink hard liquor.”
“This is my second glass. I’ve had a trying night, Anastasia. Give a man a
break.”
I smile. “If you insist, Mr. Grey,” I breathe into his neck. “You smell hea一venly. I
slept on your side of the bed because your pillow smells of you.”
He nuzzles my hair. “Did you now? I wondered why you were on this side. I’m
still mad at you.”
“I know.”
His hand rhythmically strokes my back.
“And I’m mad at you,” I whisper.
He pauses. “And what, pray, ha一ve I done to deserve your ire?”
“I’ll tell you later when you’re no longer burning with rage.” I kiss his throat. He
closes his eyes and leans into my kiss but makes no move to kiss me back.
His arms tighten around me, squeezing me.
“When I think of what might ha一ve happened . . .” His voice is barely a
whisper. Broken, raw.
“I’m okay.”
“Oh, Ana.” It’s almost a sob.
“I’m okay. We’re all okay. A bit shaken. But Gail is fine. Ryan is fine. And
Jack is gone.”
He shakes his head. “No thanks to you,” he mutters. What? I lean back, and
glare at him. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t want to argue about it right now, Ana.”
I blink. Well, maybe I do, but I decide against it. At least he’s talking to me. I
nestle into him once more. His fingers move to my hair and start playing with
it.
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“I want to punish you,” he whispers. “Really beat the shit out of you,” he adds.
My heart leaps into my mouth. Fuck. “I know,” I whisper as my scalp prickles.
“Maybe I will.”
“I hope not.”
He hugs me tighter. “Ana, Ana, Ana. You’d try the patience of a saint.”
“I could accuse you of many things, Mr. Grey, but being a saint isn’t one of
them.”
Finally I am blessed with his reluctant chuckle. “Fair point well made as ever,
Mrs. Grey.” He kisses my forehead and shifts.
“Back to bed. You had a late night, too.” He moves quickly, picking me up
and depositing me back on the bed.
“Lie down with me?”
“No. I ha一ve things to do.” He reaches down and collects the glass.
“Go back to sleep
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