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Chapter 23
AndsuddenlyChristiancrushesmetohim…hisarmswrappedaroundmybackashefindshisrelease.
“Ana,baby!”hecries,andit’sawildinvocation,stirringandtouchingthedepthsofmysoul.
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WELIESTARINGATeachother,grayeyesintoblue,face-to-face,inthesuperkingbed,bothhuggingourpillowsonourfronts.Naked.Nottouching.Justlookingandadmiring,coveredbythesheet.
“Doyouwanttosleep?”Christianasks,hisvoicesoftandfullofconcern.
“No.I’mnottired.”Ifeelstrangelyenergized.It’sbeensogoodtotalk—Idon’twanttostop.
“Whatdoyouwanttodo?”heasks.
“Talk.”
Hesmiles.“Aboutwhat?”
“Stuff.”
“Whatstuff?”
“You.”
“Whataboutme?”
“What’syourfavoritefilm?”
Hegrins.“Today,it’sThePiano.”
Hisgrinisinfectious.
“Ofcourse.Sillyme.Suchasad,excitingscore,whichnodoubtyoucanplay?Somanyaccomplishments,Mr.Grey.”
“Andthegreatestoneisyou,MissSteele.”
“SoIamnumberseventeen.”
Hefrownsatmenotcomprehending.
“Seventeen?”
“Numberofwomenyou’ve,um…hadsexwith.”
Hislipsquirkup,hiseyesshiningwithincredulity.
“Notexactly.”
“Yousaidfifteen.”Myconfusionisobvious.
“Iwasreferringtothenumberofwomeninmyplayroom.Ithoughtthat’swhatyoumeant.Youdidn’taskmehowmanywomenI’dhadsexwith.”
“Oh.”Holyshit…there’smore…Howmany?Igapeathim.“Vanilla?”
“No.Youaremyonevanillaconquest.”Heshakeshishead,stillgrinningatme.
