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“I’m sorry about the car and the books—” She halts and licks her lips. “You scare me when you’re angry.” Shit. No one has ever said that to me before. I close my eyes. The last thing I want to do is frighten her. Calm down, Grey. She’s here. She’s safe. She’s willing. Don’t blow it, just because she doesn’t understand how to behave. Opening my eyes, I find Ana watching me, not in fear, but with anticipation. “Turn around,” I demand, my voice soft. “I want to get you out of that dress.” She obeys immediately. Good girl. I remove my jacket from her shoulders and discard it on the floor, then lift her hair off her neck. The feel of her soft skin beneath my index finger is soothing. Now that she’s doing what she’s told, I relax. With the tip of my finger I follow the line of her spine down her back to the start of the zipper bound in gray chiffon. “I like this dress. I like to see your flawless skin.” Hooking my finger into the back of her dress, I pull her close so she’s flush against me. I bury my face in her hair and breathe in her scent. “You smell so good, Anastasia. So sweet.” Like fall. Her fragrance is comforting, reminding me of a time of plenty and happiness. Still inhaling her delicious scent, I skim my nose from her ear down her neck to her shoulder, kissing her as I go. Slowly I unzip her dress and kiss, and lick, and suck my way across her skin to her other shoulder. She shivers beneath my touch. Oh, baby. “You are going to have to learn to keep still,” I whisper between kisses, and unfasten her halter neck. The dress falls to her feet. “No bra, Miss Steele. I like that.” Reaching forward, I cup her breasts and feel her nipples pebble against my palm. “Lift your arms and put them around my head,” I order, my lips brushing her neck. She does as she’s told and her breasts lift farther into my palms. She twists her fingers into my hair, the way I like, and she tugs. Ah… That feels so good. Her head lolls to the side, and I take advantage, kissing her where her pulse hammers beneath her skin. “Mmm…” I murmur in appreciation, my fingers teasing and tugging at her nipples. She groans, arching her back, pushing her perfect tits even farther into my hands. “Shall I make you come this way?” Her body bows a little more. “You like this, don’t you, Miss Steele?” “Mmm…”

E l james grey  
E l james grey  

Fifty Shades of Grey

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