g this minute, should you so wish.”
“Oh, stow your twitching palm, Mr. Grey.” I stroke his face with the injured
hand, my fingers caressing his sideburn. Gently I tug the little hairs. It
distracts him, and he takes my hand and plants a tender kiss in my palm.
Miraculously, the pain disappears.
“Why didn’t you tell me this hurt last night?”
“Um . . . I didn’t really feel it last night. It’s okay now.”
His eyes soften and his mouth twists. “How are you feeling?”
“Better than I deserve.”
“That’s quite a right arm you ha一ve there, Mrs. Grey.”
“You’d do well to remember that, Mr. Grey.”
“Oh really?” He rolls suddenly so that he’s fully on top of me, pressing me into
the mattress, holding my wrists above my head. He gazes down at me.
“I’d fight you any day, Mrs. Grey. In fact, subduing you in bed is a fantasy of
mine.” He kisses my throat.
What?
“I thought you subdued me all the time.” I gasp as he nibbles my earlobe.
“Hmm . . . but I’d like some resistance,” he murmurs, his nose skirting my jaw.
Resistance? I still. He stops, releasing my hands, and leans up on his
elbows.
“You want me to fight you? Here?” I whisper, trying to contain my surprise.
Okay—my shock. He nods, his eyes hooded but wary as he gauges my
reaction.
“Now?”
He shrugs, and I see the idea flit through his mind. He gives me his shy smile
and nods again, slowly.
Oh my . . . He’s tensed, lying on top of me, his growing erection digging
tantalizingly into my soft, willing flesh, distracting me. What’s this about?
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shakes her head— Never. She’s got her karate suit on and she’s limbering
up. Claude would be pleased.
“Is this what you meant about coming to bed angry?”
He nods once more, his eyes still wary.
Hmm . . . my Fifty wants to rumble.
“Don’t bite your lip,” he warns.
Compliantly, I release my lip. “I think you ha一ve me at a disadvantage, Mr.
Grey.” I bat my lashes and squirm provocatively beneath him. This could be
fun.
“Disa
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