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Chapter 25
“It’scalledSpeminAlium,aforty-partmotetbyThomasTallis.”
“Itwas…overwhelming.”
“I’vealwayswantedtofucktoit.”
“Notanotherfirst,Mr.Grey?”
“Indeed,MissSteele.”
Igroanagainashisfingersworktheirmagiconmyshoulders.
“Well,it’sthefirsttimeI’vefuckedtoit,too,”Imurmursleepily.
“Hmm…youandI,we’regivingeachothermanyfirsts.”Hisvoiceismatter-of-fact.
“WhatdidIsaytoyouinmysleep,Chris—er,Sir?”
Hishandspausetheirministrationsforamoment.
“Yousaidlotsofthings,Anastasia.Youtalkedaboutcagesandstrawberries…thatyouwantedmore…andthatyoumissedme.”
Oh,thankheavensforthat.
“Isthatall?”Thereliefinmyvoiceisevident.
Christianstopshisheavenlymassageandshiftssothathe’slyingbesideme,hisheadproppeduponhiselbow.He’sfrowning.
“Whatdidyouthinkyou’dsaid?”
Ohcrap.
“ThatIthoughtyouwereugly,conceited,andthatyouwerehopelessinbed.”
Thecreaseonhisbrowdeepens.
“Well,naturallyIamallthosethings,andnowyou’vegotmereallyintrigued.Whatareyouhidingfromme,MissSteele?”
Iblinkathiminnocently.“I’mnothidinganything.”
“Anastasia,youareahopelessliar.”
“Ithoughtyouweregoingtomakemegiggleaftersex;thisisn’tdoingitforme.”
Hislipsquirkup.“Ican’ttelljokes.”
“Mr.Grey!Somethingyoucan’tdo?”Igrinathim,andhegrinsback.
“No,hopelessjoketeller.”HelookssoproudofhimselfthatIstarttogiggle.
“I’mahopelessjoketeller,too
