regano, rosemary, and lamb, I think. What is he
cooking? The door to the microwa一ve opens, and the appetizing smell grows
stronger.
“Shit! Christ!” Christian curses, and a dish clatters onto the countertop.
Oh no.
“You okay?”
“Yes!” he snaps, his voice tight. A moment later he’s standing beside me
once more.
“I just burnt myself. Here.” He eases his index finger into my mouth. “Maybe
you could suck it better.”
“Oh.” Clasping his hand, I draw his finger slowly from my mouth.
“There, there,” I soothe, and leaning forward I blow, cooling his finger, then
kiss it gently twice. He stops breathing. I reinsert it into my mouth and suck
gently. He inhales sharply, and the sound tra一vels straight to 224 | P a g e
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my groin. He tastes as delicious as ever, and I realize that this is his game—
the slow seduction of his wife. I thought he was mad, and now . . . ? This man,
my husband, is so confusing. But right now this is how I like him. Playful. Fun.
Sexy as hell. He’s given me some answers, but I’m greedy. I want more, but I
want to play, too. After the anxiety and tension of today, and the nightmare of
last night with Jack, this is a welcome persion.
“What are you thinking?” Christian murmurs, stopping my thoughts in their
tracks as he pulls his finger out of my mouth.
“How mercurial you are.”
He stills beside me. “Fifty Shades, baby,” he says eventually, and plants a
tender kiss at the corner of my mouth.
“My Fifty Shades,” I whisper. Grabbing his T-shirt, I pull him back to me.
“Oh no you don’t, Mrs. Grey. No touching . . . not yet.” He takes my hand,
pries it off his T-shirt, and kisses each finger in turn.
“Sit up,” he commands.
I pout.
“I will spank you if you pout. Now open wide.”
Oh shit. I open my mouth, and he pops in a forkful of spicy hot lamb, covered
in a cool, minty, yogurt sauce. Mmm. I chew.
“You like?”
“Yes.”
He makes an appreciative noise, and I know he’s eating and enjoying, too.
“More?”
I nod. He gives me another forkful and I chew it enthusiast
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