fifty-shades-of-grey

conversation. As much as my body craves his touch, my mind is rebelling. I need somedistance to think about all he’s said. I still haven’t made a decision, and his sexual allureand prowess doesn’t make it any easier.“Would you like some dessert?” Christian asks, ever the gentleman, but his eyes stillblaze.“No, thank you. I think I should go.” I stare down at my hands.“Go?” He can’t hide his surprise.The waiter leaves hastily.“Yes.” It’s the right decision. If I stay here, in this room with him, he will fuck me. Istand, purposefully. “We both have the graduation ceremony tomorrow.”Christian stands automatically, revealing years of ingrained civility.“I don’t want you to go.”“Please… I have to.”“Why?”“Because you’ve given me so much to consider… and I need some distance.”“I could make you stay,” he threatens.“Yes, you could easily, but I don’t want you to.”He runs his hand through his hair, regarding me carefully.“You know, when you fell into my office to interview me, you were all yes sir, no sir.I thought you were a natural born submissive. But quite frankly, Anastasia, I’m not sureyou have a submissive bone in your delectable body.” He moves slowly toward me as hisspeaks, his voice tense.“You may be right,” I breathe.“I want the chance to explore the possibility that you do,” he murmurs, staring down atme. He reaches up and caresses my face, his thumb tracing my lower lip. “I don’t knowany other way, Anastasia. This is who I am.”“I know.”He leans down to kiss me, but pauses before his lips touch mine, his eyes searchingmine, wanting, asking permission. I raise my lips to his, and he kisses me and because Idon’t know if I’ll ever kiss him again, I let go – my hands moving of their own accord andtwisting into his hair, pulling him to me, my mouth opening, my tongue stroking his. Hishand grasps the nape of my neck as he deepens the kiss, responding to my ardor. His otherhand slides down my back and flattens at the base of my spine as he pushes me against hisbody.“I can’t persuade you to stay?” he breathes between kisses.“No.”“Spend the night with me.”“And not touch you? No.”He groans.“You impossible girl.” He pulls back, gazing down at me. “Why do I think you’retelling me goodbye?”“Because I’m leaving now.”“That’s not what I mean, and you know it.”