Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 20
Hestandsandremovesthecondom,knottingitattheend,andputsitinhispantspocket.Igazeathim,mybreathingstillerratic,andinvoluntarilyIsqueezemythighstogether,tryingtofindsomerelief.Christiandoesuphisflyandrunshishandthroughhishairashereachesdowntocollecthisjacket.Heturnsbacktogazedownatme,hisexpressionsofter.
“We’dbettergetbacktothehouse.”
Isitup,alittleunsteadily,dazed.
“Here.Youmayputtheseon.”
Fromhisinsidepocket,heproducesmypanties.Idon’tgrinasItakethemfromhim,butinsideIknow—I’vetakenapunishmentfuckbutgainedasmallvictoryoverthepanties.Myinnergoddessnodsinagreement,asatisfiedgrinoverherface:Youdidn’thavetoaskforthem.
“Christian!”Miashoutsfromthefloorbelow.
Heturnsandraiseshiseyebrowsatme.“Justintime.Christ,shecanbereallyirritating.”
Iscowlbackathim,hastilyrestoremypantiestotheirrightfulplace,andstandwithasmuchdignityasIcanmusterinmyjust-fuckedstate.Quickly,Iattempttosmoothmyjust-fuckedhair.
“Uphere,Mia,”hecallsdown.“Well,MissSteele,Ifeelbetterforthat—butIstillwanttospankyou,”hesayssoftly.
“Idon’tbelieveIdeserveit,Mr.Grey,especiallyaftertoleratingyourunprovokedattack.”
“Unprovoked?Youkissedme.”Hetrieshisbesttolookwounded.
Ipursemylips.“Itwasattackasthebestformofdefense.”
“Defenseagainstwhat?”
“Youandyourtwitchypalm.”
HecockshisheadtoonesideandsmilesatmeasMiacomesclatteringupthestairs.
