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heel of his hand against my clitoris as the aftershocks run through my body,
prolonging the delicious agony.
Vaguely, I’m aware that he’s untying my legs.
“My turn,” he murmurs, and flips me over so I am face down on the sofa with
my knees on the floor. He spreads my legs and slaps me hard across my
behind.
“Ah!” And in one swift move with no preamble whatsoever, he’s inside me.
“Oh, Ana,” he hisses through clenched teeth as he starts to move. His fingers
grip me hard around my hips as he grinds into me over and over. And I’m
building again . No . . . Ah . . .
“Come on, Ana!” Christian shouts, and I shatter once more, pulsing around
him and crying out as I come.
“Life-affirming enough for you?” Christian kisses my hair.
“Oh, yes,” I murmur, gazing up at the ceiling. I am lying on my husband, my
back to his front, both of us on the floor beside the sofa. He’s still dressed.
“I think we should go again. No clothes for you this time.”
“Christ, Ana. Give a man a chance.”
I giggle and he chuckles. “I’m glad Ray’s conscious. Seems all your
appetites are back,” he says, not disguising the smile in his voice. I turn over
and scowl at him. “Are you forgetting about last night and this morning?” I
pout.
“Nothing forgettable about either of those.” He grins, and when he does, he
looks so young and carefree and happy. He cups my behind.
“You ha一ve a fantastic ass, Mrs. Grey.”
“So do you.” I arch a brow at him. “Though yours is still under cover.”
“And what are you going to do about that, Mrs. Grey?”
“Why, I’m going to undress you, Mr. Grey. All of you.”
He grins.
“And I think there’s a lot that’s sweet about you,” I murmur, referring to the
song still playing on repeat. His smile fades. Oh no.
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He closes his eyes and tightens his arms around me.
“Christian, you are. You made this weekend so special—in spite of what
happened to Ray. Thank you.”
He opens his large, serious gray eyes, and
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