I’d really like to tie you up right now” – Christian Grey.
Sooners rather than laters, baby.
You’re becoming insatiable,” he murmurs. “I’ve only got a taste for you,” I whisper.
This would be a perfect day if Ray were here with us, but he’s not far away. He’s doing well, and I know he’d like to enjoy yourself, Ana. To all of you, thank you for coming to share my beautiful wife’s birthday, the first of many to come. Happy birthday, my love.” – Christian Grey.
You intoxicate me, Miss Steele, and you calm me. Such a heady combination.
Woke me up,” she whispers. “I’m sure it did.” I’m fascinated. “What were you dreaming about?” “You,” she says in a small voice.
I want you sore, baby.” I pull out and sink into her again. “Every time you move tomorrow, I want you to be reminded that I’ve been here. Only me. You are mine.
Well, Mrs. Grey, you’re in luck. I’m taking requests today.
I could really take care of you. Where the hell did that thought come from?
We move in the light. We slow in the shadows. We stop in the dark.
It’s a little blip. There’s a tiny little blip in my belly. Tiny. Wow. I forget my discomfort as I stare dumbfounded at the blip... The little blip is a baby. A real honest to goodness baby. Christian’s baby. My baby. Holy cow. A baby! – Ana Grey.
I smile at the thought. And finally, there’s a key. “To my heart and soul,” he whispers. Tears prick my eyes. I launch myself at him, curling my arms around his neck and settling into his lap. “It’s such a thoughtful present. I love it. Thank you,” I murmur against his ear. Oh, he smells so good – clean, of fresh linen, body wash, and Christian. Like home, my home. My threatened tears begin to fall.
Calling to the gods, she’s every inch a goddess.
You make me whole.
I’m her lost boy, now found.
Follow your heart, darling, and please, please – try not to overthink things. Relax and enjoy yourself.
Because my wife worked for him, and I run security checks on anyone my wife works with” – Christian Grey.
Mrs. Robinson?” “Yes.” And her large rubber strap-on.
It was brief. Last year, I think. She’s a social climber. No wonder she has her sights set on Christian.” “Christian is taken. I told her to leave him alone or I would fire her.” Kate gapes at me once more, stunned. I nod proudly, and she lifts her glass to salute me, impressed and beaming. “Mrs. Anastasia Grey! Way to go!” We clink.
This is your punishment, so close and yet so far. Is this nice?