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“Nothing specific at the moment,” she whispers. “Well, we can start with: how was last night for you?” My breathing shallows as I wait for her answer. Our whole deal could hang on her response. “Good,” she says, and gives me a soft, sexy smile. It’s what I want to hear. “For me, too. I’ve never had vanilla sex before. There’s a lot to be said for it. But then, maybe it’s because it’s with you.” Her surprise and pleasure at my words are obvious. I brush her plump lower lip with my thumb. I’m itching to touch her…again. “Come, let’s have a bath.” I kiss her and take her into my bathroom. “Stay there,” I order, turning the faucet, then adding scented oil to the steaming water. The tub fills quickly as she watches me. Normally, I would expect any woman I was about to bathe with to have her eyes cast down in modesty. But not Ana. She doesn’t drop her gaze, and her eyes glow with anticipation and curiosity. But she has her arms wrapped around herself; she’s shy. It’s arousing. And to think she’s never bathed with a man. I can claim another first. When the bath is full I peel off my T-shirt and hold out my hand. “Miss Steele.” She accepts my invitation and steps into the bath. “Turn around, face me,” I instruct. “I know that lip is delicious, I can attest to that, but will you stop biting it? Your chewing it makes me want to fuck you, and you’re sore, okay?” She inhales sharply, releasing her lip. “Yeah. Get the picture?” Still standing, she gives me an emphatic nod. “Good.” She’s still wearing my shirt and I take the iPod from the breast pocket and place it by the sink. “Water and iPods—not a clever combination.” I grab the hem and pull it off her. Immediately she hangs her head when I step back to admire her. “Hey.” My voice is gentle and encourages her to peek up at me. “Anastasia, you’re a very beautiful woman, the whole package. Don’t hang your head like you’re ashamed. You have nothing to be ashamed of, and it’s a real joy to stand here and look at you.” Holding her chin, I tip her head back. Don’t hide from me, baby. “You can sit down now.” She sits down with indecent haste and winces as her sore body hits the water. Okay… She screws her eyes shut as she lies back, but when she opens them, she looks more relaxed. “Why don’t you join me?” she asks with a coy smile. “I think I will. Move forward.” Stripping, I climb in behind her, pull her to my chest, and place my legs around hers, my feet over her ankles, and then I pull her legs apart.

E l james grey  

Fifty Shades of Grey

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