ouldn’t dare,” I whisper against his lips.
“Oh, Anastasia.” He grins, shaking his head. He releases me and without
further preamble, stoops down, grabs my thighs, and lifts me over his
shoulder.
“Christian, put me down!” I smack his behind.
I briefly catch Stephan’s smile as he turns and heads into the cockpit. Taylor
is standing at the doorway trying to stifle his grin. Ignoring my pleas and my
futile struggles, Christian strides through the narrow cabin past Mia and
Ethan who are facing each other in the single seats, past Kate and Elliot,
who is whooping like a demented gibbon.
“If you’ll excuse me,” he says to our four guests. “I need to ha一ve a word with
my wife in private.”
“Christian!” I shout. “Put me down!”
“All in good time, baby.”
I ha一ve a brief view of Mia, Kate, and Elliot laughing. Damn it! This is not funny
—it’s embarrassing. Ethan gawks at us, mouth open and utterly shocked, as
we disappear into the cabin.
Christian closes the cabin door behind him and releases me, letting me slide
down his body—slowly, so that I feel every hard sinew and muscle. He gives
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“That was quite a show, Mr. Grey,” I murmur, crossing my arms and
regarding him with faux indignation.
“That was fun, Mrs. Grey.” And his grin widens . . . oh boy. He looks so young.
“Are you going to follow through?” I arch a brow, unsure how I feel about this. I
mean, the others will hear us, for hea一ven’s sake. Suddenly, I feel shy.
Glancing anxiously at the bed, I feel a blush steal across my cheeks as I
recall our wedding night. We talked so much yesterday, did so much
yesterday . . . I feel as if we leaped some unknown hurdle—
but that’s the problem. It’s unknown. My eyes find Christian’s intense but
amused gaze, and I’m unable to keep a straight face—his grin is too
infectious.
“I think it might be rude to keep our guests waiting,” he says silkily as he
steps toward me. When did he start to care what peopl
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