Fifty Shades Trilogy 03 - Fifty Shades Freed

sound like you have it bad, Mrs. Grey.”
    “I have, Mr. Grey.”
    He strolls toward me until he’s standing in front of me. “What did you buy?” he whispers, and I know it’s to change the topic of conversation.
    “A dress, some shoes, a necklace. I spent a great deal of your money.” I glance up at him, guiltily.
    He’s amused. “Good,” he murmurs and tucks a stray lock of my hair behind my ear. “And for the billionth time, our money.” He tugs my chin, releasing my lip from my teeth and runs his index finger down the front of my T-shirt, down my sternum, between my breasts, down my stomach, and over my belly to the hem.
    “You won’t be needing this in the bath,” he whispers, and gripping the hem of my T-shirt in both hands, slowly pulls it up. “Lift your arms.”
    I comply, not taking my eyes off his, and he drops my T-shirt on the floor.
    “I thought we were just having a bath.” My pulse quickens.
    “I want to make you good and dirty first. I’ve missed you, too.” He leans down and kisses me.
    “Shit, the water!” I struggle to sit up, all post-orgasmic and dazed.
    Christian doesn’t release me.
    “Christian, the bath!” I gaze down at him from my prone position across his chest.
    He laughs. “Relax—it’s a wet room.” He rolls over and kisses me quickly. “I’ll switch off the faucet.”
    He climbs gracefully off the bed and strolls into the bathroom. My eyes greedily follow him all the way. Hmm . . . my husband, naked and soon to be wet. My inner goddess licks her lips salaciously and gives me her well-fucked grin. I bound out of bed.
    We sit at opposite ends of the bath, which is very full—so full that whenever we move, water laps over the side and splashes to the floor. It’s very decadent. Even more decadent is Christian washing my feet, massaging the soles, pulling gently on my toes. He kisses each one and gently bites my little toe.
    “Aaah!” I feel it— there , in my groin.
    “Like that?” he breathes.
    “Hmm,” I mumble incoherently.
    He starts massaging again. Oh, this feels good. I close my eyes.
    “I saw Gia in town,” I murmur.
    “Really? I think she has a place here,” he says dismissively. He’s not interested in the slightest.
    “She was with Elliot.”
    Christian stops massaging. That got his attention. When I open my eyes his head is inclined to one side, like he doesn’t understand.
    “What do you mean with Elliot?” he asks, perplexed rather than concerned.
    I explain what I saw.
    “Ana, they’re just friends. I think Elliot is pretty stuck on Kate.” He pauses then adds more quietly. “In fact I know he’s pretty stuck on her.” And he gives me his I-have-no-idea-why look.
    “Kate is gorgeous.” I bristle, championing my friend.
    He snorts. “Still glad it was you that fell into my office.” He kisses my big toe, releases my left foot, and picks up my right before beginning the massage process again. His fingers are so strong and supple, I relax again. I do not want to fight about Kate. I close my eyes and let his fingers work their magic on my feet.
    I gape at myself in the full-length mirror, not recognizing the vixen that stares back at me. Kate has gone all out and played Barbie with me this evening, styling my hair and makeup. My hair is full and straight, my eyes ringed with kohl, my lips scarlet red. I look . . . hot. I’m all legs, especially in the high-heeled Manolos and my indecently short dress. I need Christian to approve, though I have a horrible feeling he won’t like so much of my flesh exposed. In view of our entente cordiale , I decide I should ask him. I pick up my BlackBerry.

    From: Anastasia Grey
    Subject: Does My Butt Look Big In This?
    Date: August 27, 2011 18:53 MST
    To: Christian Grey
    Mr. Grey
I need your sartorial advice.
Yours
Mrs. G x

    From: Christian Grey
    Subject: Peachy
    Date: August 27, 2011 18:55 MST
    To: Anastasia Grey
    Mrs. Grey
I seriously doubt it.
But I will come and give your butt a thorough examination just to make sure.
Yours in anticipation
Mr. G x
    Christian Grey,
CEO Grey Enterprises Holdings and Butt Inspectorate Inc.
    As I read his e-mail, the bedroom door opens, and Christian freezes on the threshold. His mouth pops open and his eyes widen.
    Holy crap . . . this could go either way.
    “Well?” I whisper.
    “Ana, you look . . . Wow.”
    “You like it?”
    “Yes, I guess so.” He’s a little hoarse. Slowly he steps into the room and closes the door.