dvantage?”
“Surely you’ve already got me where you want me?”
He smirks and presses his groin into mine once more.
“Good point well made, Mrs. Grey,” he whispers and quickly kisses my lips.
Abruptly he shifts and takes me with him, rolling over so I’m straddling him. I
grab his hands, pinning them to the side of his head, and ignore the
protesting ache from my hand. My hair falls in a chestnut veil around us, and I
move my head so that the strands tickle his face. He jerks his face away but
doesn’t try to stop me.
“So, you want to play rough?” I ask, skimming my crotch over his. His mouth
opens and he inhales sharply.
“Yes.” He hisses, and I release him.
“Wait.” I reach over for the glass of water beside the bed. Christian must
ha一ve left it here. It’s cool and sparkling—too cool to ha一ve been sitting here for
long. Briefly, I wonder when he came to bed. As I take a long draught,
Christian reaches forward and runs his hands up from my knees. His fingers
trail in small circles over my thighs, lea一ving tingling skin in their wake as they
tra一vel to my naked behind. He cups and squeezes me. Hmm. Taking a leaf
from his impressive repertoire, I lean forward and kiss him, pouring clear
cool water into his mouth. He drinks.
“Very tasty, Mrs. Grey,” he murmurs and grins up at me, boyish and playful.
Placing the glass back on the bedside table, I then remove his hands from
my backside and pin them by his head once more.
“So I’m supposed to be unwilling?” I smirk.
“Yes.”
“I’m not much of an actress.”
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He grins. “Try.”
I lean down and kiss him chastely. “Okay, I’ll play,” I whisper, trailing my teeth
along his jaw, feeling his prickly stubble beneath my teeth and my tongue.
Christian makes a low, sexy sound in his throat and moves, tossing me onto
the bed beside him. I cry out in surprise, then he’s on top of me, and I start to
struggle as he makes a grab for my hands. Roughly, I place my hands on his
chest, pushing with all my might, trying to s
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