Grey
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I have an idea. She’s met my folks; I’ve met Ray; perhaps I should meet her mother, the incurable romantic. Charm her.
“Can I come with you?” I ask, knowing that she’ll say no.
“Um, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she answers, surprised by my question.
“Why not?”
“I was hoping for a break from all this…intensity. To try to think things through.”
Shit. She does want to leave me.
“I’m too intense?”
She laughs. “That’s putting it mildly!”
Damn, I love making her laugh, even if it is at my expense; and I’m relieved she’s kept her sense of humor. Perhaps she doesn’t want to leave me after all. “Are you laughing at me, Miss Steele?” I tease.
“I wouldn’t dare, Mr. Grey.”
“I think you dare, and I think you do laugh at me, frequently.”
“You are quite funny.”
“Funny?”
“Oh yes.”
She’s making fun of me. It’s novel. “Funny peculiar or funny ha-ha?”
“Oh, a lot of one and some of the other.”
“Which way more?”
“I’ll leave you to figure that out.”
I sigh. “I’m not sure if I can figure anything out around you.” My tone is dry. “What do you need to think about in Georgia?”
“Us.”
Fuck. “You said you’d try,” I gently remind her.
“I know.”
“Are you having second thoughts?”
“Possibly.”
It’s worse than I feared. “Why?”
She stares at me in silence. “Why, Anastasia?” I persist. She shrugs, her mouth turned down, and I hope she’ll find her hand in mine reassuring. “Talk to me. I don’t want to lose you. This last week—”
Has been the best in my life.
“I still want more,” she breathes.
Oh no, not this again. What does she need me to say?
“I know. I’ll try.” I clasp her chin. “For you, Anastasia, I will try.”
I’ve just taken you to meet my parents, for heaven’s sake.
Suddenly she unbuckles her seatbelt, and before I know it she’s scrambled into my lap.
What the hell?
I sit immobile as her arms slip around my head, and her lips find mine, and coax a kiss from me before the darkness has a chance to stir. My hands slide up her back until I’m cradling her head and returning her passion, exploring her sweet, sweet mouth, trying to find answers…Her unexpected affection is utterly disarming. And new. And confusing. I thought she wanted to leave, and now she’s in my lap and turning me on, again.
I’ve never…never…Don’t go, Ana.
“Stay with me tonight. If you go away, I won’t see you all week. Please,” I whisper.
“Yes,” she murmurs. “And I’ll try, too. I’ll sign your contract.”
Oh, baby.
“Sign after Georgia. Think about it. Think about it hard.” I want her to do this willingly—I don’t want to force this on her. Well, part of me doesn’t. The rational part.
“I will,” she says, and nestles against me.
This woman has me tied up in knots.
Ironic, Grey.
And I want to laugh because I’m relieved and happy, but I hold her, breathing in her redolent and comforting scent.
“You really should wear your seatbelt,” I scold, but I don’t want her to move. She stays wrapped in my embrace, her body slowly relaxing against mine. The darkness inside me is quiet, contained, and I’m confused by my warring emotions. What do I want out of her? What do I need out of her?
This is not how we should be progressing, but I like her in my arms; I like cradling her like this. I kiss her hair, and lean back and enjoy the ride into Seattle.
Taylor stops outside the entrance to Escala. “We’re home,” I whisper to Ana. I’m reluctant to release her, but I lift her onto her seat. Taylor opens her door and she joins me at the entrance to the building.
A shiver runs through her.
“Why don’t you have a jacket?” I ask as I slip mine off and drape it over her shoulders.
“It’s in my new car,” she says, yawning.
“Tired, Miss Steele?”
“Yes, Mr. Grey. I’ve been prevailed upon in ways I never thought possible today.”
“Well, if you’re really unlucky, I may prevail upon you some more.” If I get lucky.
She leans against the wall of the elevator as we travel up to the penthouse. Under my jacket she looks slim and small and sexy. If she wasn’t wearing her underwear I could take her in here… I reach up and free her lip from her teeth. “One day I will fuck you in this elevator, Anastasia, but right now you’re tired—so I think we should stick to a bed.” I bend down and gently take her bottom lip in my teeth. Her breath catches and she returns the gesture with her teeth and my upper lip.
I feel it in my groin.
I want to take her to bed and lose myself in her. After our conversation in the car I just want to be sure she’s mine. When we exit the elevator I offer her a drink, but she declines.
“Good. Let’s go to bed.”
She looks surprised. “You’re going to settle for plain old vanilla?”
“Nothing plain or old about vanilla. It’s a very intriguing flavor.”
“Since when?”
“Since last Saturday. Why? Were you hoping for something more exotic?”
“Oh no. I’ve had enough exotic for one day.”
“Sure? We cater for all tastes here—at least thirty-one flavors.” I give her a lascivious look.
“I’ve noticed.” She raises one fine eyebrow.
“Come on, Miss Steele, you have a big day tomorrow. Sooner you’re in bed, sooner you’ll be fucked, and sooner you can sleep.”
“Mr. Grey, you are a born romantic.”
“Miss Steele, you have a smart mouth. I may have to subdue it some way. Come.”
Yeah. I can think of one way.
Closing the door of my bedroom, I feel lighter than I did in the car. She’s still here. “Hands in the air,” I order, and she does as she’s told. I grip the hem of her dress and in one smooth move pull it up and over her body to reveal the beautiful woman beneath.
“Can I come with you?” I ask, knowing that she’ll say no.
“Um, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she answers, surprised by my question.
“Why not?”
“I was hoping for a break from all this…intensity. To try to think things through.”
Shit. She does want to leave me.
“I’m too intense?”
She laughs. “That’s putting it mildly!”
Damn, I love making her laugh, even if it is at my expense; and I’m relieved she’s kept her sense of humor. Perhaps she doesn’t want to leave me after all. “Are you laughing at me, Miss Steele?” I tease.
“I wouldn’t dare, Mr. Grey.”
“I think you dare, and I think you do laugh at me, frequently.”
“You are quite funny.”
“Funny?”
“Oh yes.”
She’s making fun of me. It’s novel. “Funny peculiar or funny ha-ha?”
“Oh, a lot of one and some of the other.”
“Which way more?”
“I’ll leave you to figure that out.”
I sigh. “I’m not sure if I can figure anything out around you.” My tone is dry. “What do you need to think about in Georgia?”
“Us.”
Fuck. “You said you’d try,” I gently remind her.
“I know.”
“Are you having second thoughts?”
“Possibly.”
It’s worse than I feared. “Why?”
She stares at me in silence. “Why, Anastasia?” I persist. She shrugs, her mouth turned down, and I hope she’ll find her hand in mine reassuring. “Talk to me. I don’t want to lose you. This last week—”
Has been the best in my life.
“I still want more,” she breathes.
Oh no, not this again. What does she need me to say?
“I know. I’ll try.” I clasp her chin. “For you, Anastasia, I will try.”
I’ve just taken you to meet my parents, for heaven’s sake.
Suddenly she unbuckles her seatbelt, and before I know it she’s scrambled into my lap.
What the hell?
I sit immobile as her arms slip around my head, and her lips find mine, and coax a kiss from me before the darkness has a chance to stir. My hands slide up her back until I’m cradling her head and returning her passion, exploring her sweet, sweet mouth, trying to find answers…Her unexpected affection is utterly disarming. And new. And confusing. I thought she wanted to leave, and now she’s in my lap and turning me on, again.
I’ve never…never…Don’t go, Ana.
“Stay with me tonight. If you go away, I won’t see you all week. Please,” I whisper.
“Yes,” she murmurs. “And I’ll try, too. I’ll sign your contract.”
Oh, baby.
“Sign after Georgia. Think about it. Think about it hard.” I want her to do this willingly—I don’t want to force this on her. Well, part of me doesn’t. The rational part.
“I will,” she says, and nestles against me.
This woman has me tied up in knots.
Ironic, Grey.
And I want to laugh because I’m relieved and happy, but I hold her, breathing in her redolent and comforting scent.
“You really should wear your seatbelt,” I scold, but I don’t want her to move. She stays wrapped in my embrace, her body slowly relaxing against mine. The darkness inside me is quiet, contained, and I’m confused by my warring emotions. What do I want out of her? What do I need out of her?
This is not how we should be progressing, but I like her in my arms; I like cradling her like this. I kiss her hair, and lean back and enjoy the ride into Seattle.
Taylor stops outside the entrance to Escala. “We’re home,” I whisper to Ana. I’m reluctant to release her, but I lift her onto her seat. Taylor opens her door and she joins me at the entrance to the building.
A shiver runs through her.
“Why don’t you have a jacket?” I ask as I slip mine off and drape it over her shoulders.
“It’s in my new car,” she says, yawning.
“Tired, Miss Steele?”
“Yes, Mr. Grey. I’ve been prevailed upon in ways I never thought possible today.”
“Well, if you’re really unlucky, I may prevail upon you some more.” If I get lucky.
She leans against the wall of the elevator as we travel up to the penthouse. Under my jacket she looks slim and small and sexy. If she wasn’t wearing her underwear I could take her in here… I reach up and free her lip from her teeth. “One day I will fuck you in this elevator, Anastasia, but right now you’re tired—so I think we should stick to a bed.” I bend down and gently take her bottom lip in my teeth. Her breath catches and she returns the gesture with her teeth and my upper lip.
I feel it in my groin.
I want to take her to bed and lose myself in her. After our conversation in the car I just want to be sure she’s mine. When we exit the elevator I offer her a drink, but she declines.
“Good. Let’s go to bed.”
She looks surprised. “You’re going to settle for plain old vanilla?”
“Nothing plain or old about vanilla. It’s a very intriguing flavor.”
“Since when?”
“Since last Saturday. Why? Were you hoping for something more exotic?”
“Oh no. I’ve had enough exotic for one day.”
“Sure? We cater for all tastes here—at least thirty-one flavors.” I give her a lascivious look.
“I’ve noticed.” She raises one fine eyebrow.
“Come on, Miss Steele, you have a big day tomorrow. Sooner you’re in bed, sooner you’ll be fucked, and sooner you can sleep.”
“Mr. Grey, you are a born romantic.”
“Miss Steele, you have a smart mouth. I may have to subdue it some way. Come.”
Yeah. I can think of one way.
Closing the door of my bedroom, I feel lighter than I did in the car. She’s still here. “Hands in the air,” I order, and she does as she’s told. I grip the hem of her dress and in one smooth move pull it up and over her body to reveal the beautiful woman beneath.
