Chapter 23: Chapter 23

Oh." Ana blanches.

I clutch her hand. "It's merely aprecaution. Here's hoping we never have to use them." I raise my glass of pinot noir and release her.

"I'll drink to that." She clinks myglass with hers.

"Don't look so worried. I will doeverything in my power to keep you safe."

"It's not me I'm worried about, Christian. You know that. How...how is the investigation going?"

"Not fast enough, which isfrustrating. But don't think about it. My team is on it." I don't want totrouble Ana with our lack ofprogress. "That steak was delicious." I put down my knife and fork.

"Thank you," she says, and pushes her empty plate aside.

"What shall we do now?" I ask, and I pitch my voice low, hoping myintention is clear. We have the whole apartment to ourselves, something we don't have at home.

Ana peers at me through her lashes. "I have an idea." Her voice issoft and sultry, and arousing. She skims her tongue across her top lip, and places her hand on my knee. The air is almost crackling between us with my desire.

Ana.

She leans in, giving me awonderful view of her cleavage, and she murmurs in my ear, "It will involve getting wet."

Oh. She runs her thumb up the inside of my thigh.

Fuck.

"Yes." She leans in farther, her breath tickling my ear. "Wecould...wash the dishes."

What!

Tease!

Well, this is unexpected. And achallenge.

I stifle my smile, and not taking my eyes off hers, I skim my index finger over her cheek to her chin, then down her throat and her sternum to the v in her dress. Her lips part as her breathing deepens. Ipinch the soft fabric between mythumb and forefinger and tug, pulling her toward me. "I have abetter idea."

She gasps.

"A much better idea," I continue.

"What?"

"We could fuck."

"Christian Grey!"

I grin. I love shocking Ana. "Orwe could make love," I add.

Smooth, Grey. Smooth.

"I like your ideas better than mine." Her voice is low and husky for real this time.

"Do you, now?"

"Mm-hmm. I'll take option one." Her eyes are smoky.

Ana, you goddess.

"Good choice. Take that dress off, now. Slowly."

She stands up so that she'sbetween my thighs, and I think she'sgoing to do as she's told, but she bends her head and places her hands on my thighs, then caresses the corner of my mouth with her lips. "You do it," she whispers against my skin, and every hair onmy body stands to attention asdesire heats my blood.

"As you wish, Miss Steele." Ireach for the tie that holds her wrap dress together and gently unravel the bow so that her dress falls open.

Ana's not wearing a bra. Deep joy.

I run my hands up her back asshe cups my face and starts to kiss me. Her lips are insistent and her tongue demanding. I groan and close my eyes as we revel in each other's kiss. Her skin is soft beneath my fingers as I draw her closer, pressing her to my chest. Her hands twist in my hair. And she tugs, forcing my head up.

Fuck.

Ana takes my bottom lip between her teeth and pulls.

Ow.

Ana!

I yank my head back and grab her wrists. "You're a little wild," Iwhisper, awed. She shimmies between my legs, her nipples brushing against my shirt and hardening as I watch. Her hair falls over her shoulders and shrouds her breasts while my pants grow tighter by the second.

What has gotten into her?

She's exhilarating. Provocative.

"Are you teasing me?" I ask.

"Yes. Take me."

"Oh, I will. Right here. When I'mready."

She gasps, eyes sultry and full ofinvitation, and I think she must have consumed more pinot than Ithought. Gently I steer her backward and release her hands as I rise off my seat. I peer down at her as she studies me from beneath her long lashes.

"How about here?" I pat the top of the stool.

She blinks a couple of times asher lips part in surprise.

"Bend over," I whisper.

Her teeth dig into her plump lip, leaving little indent marks, and Iknow she's doing this on purpose.

"I believe you requested option one," I remind her.

"I did."

"I won't ask you again." Iunbutton my pants and slowly tug down my zipper, giving my erection some much-needed room.

Ana stares at me, looking licentious and lovely, dressed only inher pretty open frock, a pair of white panties, and her high-heeled sandals. She raises her hands, and Ithink she's going to take her dress off. "Leave it on," I insist, and reaching into my pants, I ease out my cock. "Ready?" I ask, and start tomove my hand up and down, pleasuring myself. Her dark gaze strays from my hand to my face, and with a knowing smile, she turns and lies right over the stool.

"Grab the legs," I urge, and she does, wrapping her fingers around the iron struts. Her hair brushes the floor and I move her dress so ithangs down her left side, leaving her glorious ass in view. "Let's get rid of these," I murmur, and run afinger across her skin above the elastic of her underwear. I kneel and slowly drag them down her legs and over her shoes. I toss them to the side and take her ass in my hands and squeeze.

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