into his arms and tilts my head up.
“Someday, I’ll rent this elevator for a whole afternoon.”
“Just the afternoon?” I arch my brow.
“Mrs. Grey, you are greedy.”
“When it comes to you, I am.”
“I’m very glad to hear it.” He kisses me gently, a chaste kiss. And I don’t know
if it’s because we are in this elevator or because he’s not touched me in over
twenty-four hours or if he’s just my intoxicating husband, but desire unwinds
and stretches lazily deep in my belly. I run my fingers into his hair and deepen
the kiss, pushing him against the wall and bringing my body flush against his.
He groans into my mouth and cups my head, cradling me as we kiss—really
kiss, our tongues exploring the oh-so-familiar but still ohso-new, oh-soexciting
territory that is the other’s mouth. My inner goddess swoons,
bringing my libido back from purdah. I caress his dear, dear face in my
hands.
“Ana,” he breathes.
“I love you, Christian Grey. Don’t forget that,” I whisper as I gaze into
darkening gray eyes.
The elevator comes smoothly to a halt and the doors open.
“Let’s go and see your father before I decide to rent this today.” He kisses
me quickly, takes my hand, and leads me into the lobby. As we walk past the
concierge, Christian gives a discreet signal to the kindly middle-aged man
standing behind the desk. He nods and picks up his phone. I glance
questioningly at Christian, and he gives me his secret smile. Oh no . . .
what’s this? I frown at him, and for a moment he looks nervous.
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“Where’s Taylor?” I ask.
“We’ll see him shortly.”
Of course, he’s probably fetching the car. “Sawyer?”
“Running errands.”
What errands?
Christian a一voids the revolving door, and I know it’s so he doesn’t ha一ve to
release my hand. The thought warms me. Outside it’s a mild late-summer
morning, but the scent of the coming fall is in the breeze. I glance around,
looking for the Audi SUV and Taylor. No sign. Christian’s hand tightens
around mine, and I look up at him. He seems anxious.
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