u want to stay?”
He cocks his head to one side, his expression amused.
“You are one kinky son of a bitch. Out. I don’t want you to watch me pee.
That’s a step too far.” I stand and wa一ve him out of the bathroom.
When I emerge from the bathroom, he’s changed into his pajama bottoms.
Hmm . . . Christian in PJs. I gaze mesmerized at his abdomen, his muscles,
his happy trail. It’s distracting. He strides over to me.
“Enjoying the view?” he asks wryly.
“Always.”
“I think you’re slightly drunk, Mrs. Grey.”
“I think, for once, I ha一ve to agree with you, Mr. Grey.”
“Let me help you out of what little there is of this dress. It really should come
with a health warning.” He turns me around and undoes the single button at
the neck.
“You were so mad,” I murmur.
“Yes. I was.”
“At me?”
“No. Not at you.” He kisses my shoulder. “For once.”
I smile. Not mad at me. This is progress. “Makes a nice change.”
“Yes. It does.” He kisses my other shoulder then tugs my dress down over my
backside and onto the floor. He removes my panties at the same time,
lea一ving me naked. Reaching up, he takes my hand.
“Step,” he commands, and I step out of the dress, holding his hand for
balance.
He stands, and my dress and panties join Mia’s trench coat on the chair.
“Arms up,” he says softly. He slips his T-shirt over me and pulls it down,
covering me up. I am ready for bed.
He pulls me into his arms and kisses me, my minty breath mingling with his.
“As much as I’d love to bury myself in you, Mrs. Grey—you’ve had too much
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sleep well yesterday. Come. Get into bed.” He pulls back the duvet and I
climb in. He covers me up and kisses my forehead once more.
“Close your eyes. When I come back to bed, I’ll expect you to be asleep.” It’s
a threat, a command . . . it’s Christian.
“Don’t go,” I plead.
“I ha一ve some calls to make, Ana.”
“It’s Saturday. It’s late. Please.”
He runs his hands through his hair. “Ana, if I c
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