Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 21
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“WhenwillyoubebackfromGeorgia?”heasks.
“Friday.”
Heresumeshisphoneconversation.
“I’llneedanextraticketbecauseIhaveadate…YesAndrea,that’swhatIsaid,adate,MissAnastasiaSteelewillaccompanyme…That’sall.”Hehangsup.“Goodmorning,MissSteele.”
“Mr.Grey.”Ismileshyly.
Hewalksaroundhisdeskwithhisusualgraceandstandsinfrontofme.Hegentlystrokesmycheekwiththebackofhisfingers.
“Ididn’twanttowakeyou,youlookedsopeaceful.Didyousleepwell?”
“Iamverywellrested,thankyou.IjustcametosayhibeforeIhadashower.”
Igazeupathim,drinkinghimin.Heleansdownandgentlykissesme,andIcan’thelpmyself.Ithrowmyarmsaroundhisneckandmyfingerstwistinhisstill-damphair.Pushingmybodyflushagainsthis,Ikisshimback.Iwanthim.Myattacktakeshimbysurprise,butafterabeat,heresponds,alowgroaninhisthroat.Hishandsslipintomyhairanddownmybacktocupmynakedbehind,histongueexploringmymouth.Hepullsback,hiseyeshooded.
“Well,sleepseemstoagreewithyou,”hemurmurs.“Isuggestyougoandhaveyourshower,orshallIlayyouacrossmydesknow?”
“Ichoosethedesk,”Iwhisperrecklesslyasdesiresweepslikeadrenalinethroughmysystem,wakingeverythinginitspath.
Hestaresbewildereddownatmeforamillisecond.
“You’vereallygotatasteforthis,haven’tyou,MissSteele?You’rebecominginsatiable,”hemurmurs.
“I’veonlygotatasteforyou,”Iwhisper.
Hiseyeswidenanddarkenwhilehishandskneadmynakedbackside.
