Chapter Fifteen
I am too warm. Christian warm. His head is on my shoulder, and he’s
breathing softly on my neck while he sleeps, his legs threaded through mine,
his arm around my waist. I linger on the edge of consciousness, aware that if
I wake fully I’ll wake him, too, and he doesn’t sleep enough. Hazily my mind
wanders through the events of yesterday evening. I drank too much—boy did
I drink too much. I’m amazed Christian let me. I smile as I remember him
putting me to bed. That was sweet, real sweet, and unexpected. I conduct a
quick mental inventory of how I’m feeling. Stomach? Fine. Head?
Surprisingly, fine, but fuzzy. My palm is still red from last night. Sheesh. Idly I
think about Christian’s palms when he’s spanked me. I squirm and he
wakes.
“What’s wrong?” Sleepy gray eyes search mine.
“Nothing. Good morning.” I run the fingers of my uninjured hand through his
hair.
“Mrs. Grey, you look lovely this morning,” he says, kissing my cheek, and I
light up from within.
“Thank you for taking care of me last night.”
“I like taking care of you. It’s what I want to do,” he says quietly, but his eyes
betray him as triumph flares in their gray depths. It’s like he’s won the World
Series or the Super Bowl.
Oh, my Fifty.
“You make me feel cherished.”
“That’s because you are,” he murmurs and my heart clenches. He reaches up
to clasp my hand.
I wince. Christian releases me immediately, alarmed. “The punch?”
he asks. His eyes frost as he scrutinizes mine, and his voice is laced with
sudden anger.
“I slapped him. I didn’t punch him.”
“That fucker!”
I thought we’d dealt with this last night.
“I can’t bear that he touched you.”
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“He didn’t hurt me, he was just inappropriate. Christian, I’m okay. My hand’s
a little red, that’s all. Surely you know what that’s like?” I smirk, and his
expression changes to one of amused surprise.
“Why, Mrs. Grey, I am very familiar with that.” His lips twist in amusement. “I
could reacquaint myself with that feelin
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