Chapter 16: Chapter 16

That's better," I whisper, myearlier pique forgotten.

"Mr. Grey, as much as I like you ina suit, you seem to be overdressed." Gone is her anxiety-her eyes shine up at me, full of teasing desire. It'sarousing.

"Well, I'll have to see what I can do about that, Miss Steele."

She bites down on her lower lip and runs her fingers down between her breasts. Her nipples are rosy, erect and ready. For my mouth.

It takes all my willpower not torip off my clothes and bury myself inher. Instead, I grab the knot of mytie and gently tug it so it slowly unravels. Once it's loose, I toss it onthe floor and undo the top button onmy shirt.

Ana's mouth opens in a sexy, appreciative gasp.

Next, I shrug off my jacket and let it fall to floor, where it lands with a soft thud. I think that's myphone. But I ignore the sound and yank the hem of my shirt from mypants.

"Off or on?" I ask.

"Off. Now. Please." Ana doesn'thesitate.

I grin and ease my left cuff link from its place, then repeat the process with the right cuff.

Ana squirms on the bed.

"Keep still, baby," I whisper while I undo the lowest button on myshirt, then move my fingers up tothe next, and the next, my eyes not leaving hers. When my shirt isundone, it follows the way of myjacket, and I grasp my belt. Ana'seyes widen and we drink each other in. I drag the end through the belt loop and undo the buckle, and asslow as I can I tug my belt free.

Ana angles her head slightly, watching me, and I notice the rise and fall of her breasts increases asher breathing accelerates.

I fold the belt in half and let itslide between my fingers.

Oh, Ana...what I'd like to do with this.

Her hips rise and fall, too.

I tug both ends of my belt so itsnaps against itself, with a sharp crack. She doesn't flinch, but I know she hasn't signed up for this, so Idrop it on the floor. She forces out ashallow breath, looking both relieved and maybe a little disappointed-I don't know. But now's not the time to think about that. I step out of my shoes and dispense with my socks, then undo the button on my pants and slide down the fly. "Ready?" I ask.

"And waiting." Her voice is husky with lust. "But I'm enjoying the floor show."

I grin and drop my pants and boxer briefs, freeing my straining cock. Kneeling on the floor, I trail kisses up the inside of her calf, toher thigh, along the line of her pubic hair, up to her navel, to each of her breasts, until I'm hovering over her, poised and ready.

"I love you," I whisper, and ease into her, kissing her at the same time.

She groans. "Christian."

And I start to move. Slowly. Savoring her. My sweet, sweet Ana. My love.

She wraps her legs around me, her fingers diving into my hair and tugging hard.

"I love you, too," she purrs in myear and moves with me, so we're insync. Together.

Us.

As one.

And when she falls apart in myarms, she takes me with her.

"Ana!"

She nuzzles my chest and Itense, waiting for the darkness, soshe stops and raises her head. "Asmuch as I liked your impromptu striptease and its aftermath, are you going to give me the weather report that you mentioned in your missives, and tell me what's wrong?"

I trail my fingertips up and down her back. "Can we eat first?"

She smiles. "Yes. I'm hungry. And maybe I need another shower."

I grin. "I like making you dirty." Isit up and slap her backside. "Up! Itold Gail we'd be half an hour."

"You did?" Ana is scandalized.

"I did." I grin.

Mrs. Jones's Thai green curry isdelicious, as is the glass of Chablis we're enjoying with it. "So, the initial report came back from the FAA, and it will go public at some point."

"Oh?" Ana looks up from her meal.

"It appears that Charlie Tango was tampered with."

"Sabotage?"

"Exactly. I've upped our security arrangements until we nail who'sresponsible. And I think it's better ifyou stay here for now."

She nods, her eyes round with alarm.

"We have to be vigilant."

"Okay."

I arch a brow.

"I can do that," she adds hastily.

Good. That was easy.

But she looks stricken.

"Hey, don't worry," I murmur. "I'lldo everything in my power toprotect you."

"It's not me I'm worried about, it's you."

"Taylor and his people are all over this. Don't worry."

She frowns and places her fork on her plate.

"And don't stop eating."

Ana toys with her bottom lip and I reach across to clutch her hand. "Ana. It's going to be okay. Trust me. I won't let anything happen to you." I change the subject, hoping to move us to a safer topic. "How was Bastille?"

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