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She rolls over and flops down on the bed with her eyes closed. I sit astride her and massage her shoulders. A pleasurable rumble resonates deep in her throat. “What was that music?” she asks. “It’s called Spem in Alium, a forty-part motet by Thomas Tallis.” “It was…overwhelming.” “I’ve always wanted to fuck to it.” “Not another first, Mr. Grey?” I grin. “Indeed, Miss Steele.” “Well, it’s the first time I’ve fucked to it, too,” she says, her voice betraying her fatigue. “You and I, we’re giving each other many firsts.” “What did I say to you in my sleep, Chris—er, Sir?” Not this again. Put her out of her misery, Grey. “You said lots of things, Anastasia. You talked about cages and strawberries. That you wanted more, and that you missed me.” “Is that all?” She sounds relieved. Why would she be relieved? I stretch out beside her so I can see her face. “What did you think you’d said?” She opens her eyes for a brief moment, and shuts them again quickly. “That I thought you were ugly, conceited, and that you were hopeless in bed.” One blue eye peeks open and watches me warily. Oh…she’s lying. “Well, naturally I am all those things, and now you’ve got me really intrigued. What are you hiding from me, Miss Steele?” “I’m not hiding anything.” “Anastasia, you’re a hopeless liar.” “I thought you were going to make me giggle after sex; this isn’t doing it for me.” Her answer is unexpected, and I give her a reluctant smile. “I can’t tell jokes,” I confess. “Mr. Grey! Something you can’t do?” She rewards me with a broad, infectious grin. “No, hopeless joke teller,” I say, as if it’s a badge of honor. She giggles. “I’m a hopeless joke teller, too.” “That is such a lovely sound,” I whisper, and kiss her. But I still want to know why she’s relieved. “And you are hiding something, Anastasia. I may have to torture it out of you.” “Ha!” The space between us is filled with her laughter. “I think you’ve done enough torturing.” Her response wipes the smile off my face, and her expression softens immediately. “Maybe I’ll let you torture me like that again,” she says coyly. Relief sweeps through me. “I’d like that very much, Miss Steele.”

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