fifty-shades-of-grey

“Well, if you’re really unlucky, I may prevail upon you some more,” he promises as hetakes my hand and leads me into the building. Holy Shit… Again?!I gaze up at him in the elevator. I have assumed he’d like me to sleep with him, andthen I remember that he doesn’t sleep with anyone, although he has with me a few times.I frown, and abruptly his gaze darkens. He reaches up and grasps my chin, freeing my lipfrom teeth.“One day I will fuck you in this elevator, Anastasia, but right now you’re tired – so Ithink we should stick to a bed.”Bending down, he clamps his teeth around my lower lip and pulls gently. I melt againsthim, and my breathing stops as my insides unfurl with longing. I reciprocate, fastening myteeth over his top lip, teasing him, and he groans. When the elevator doors open, he grabsmy hand and tugs me into the foyer, through the double doors, and into the hallway.“Do you need a drink or anything?”“No.”“Good. Let’s go to bed.”I raise my eyebrows at him.“You’re going to settle for plain old vanilla?”He cocks his head to one side.“Nothing plain or old about vanilla – it’s a very intriguing flavor,” he breathes.“Since when?”“Since last Saturday. Why? Were you hoping for something more exotic?”My inner goddess pops her head above the parapet.“Oh no. I’ve had enough exotic for one day.” My inner goddess pouts at me, failingmiserably to hide her disappointment.“Sure? We cater for all tastes here – at least thirty-one flavors.” He grins at me lasciviously.“I’ve noticed,” I reply dryly.He shakes his head.“Come on, Miss Steele, you have a big day tomorrow. Sooner you’re in bed, sooneryou’ll be fucked, and sooner you can sleep.”“Mr. Grey, you are a born romantic.”“Miss Steele, you have a smart mouth. I may have to subdue it some way. Come.” Heleads me down the hallway into his bedroom and kicks the door closed.“Hands in the air,” he commands.I oblige, and in one breathtakingly swift move, he removes my dress like a magician,grasping it at the hem and pulling it smoothly and fleetly over my head.“Ta Da!” he says playfully.I giggle and applaud politely. He bows gracefully grinning. How can I resist him whenhe’s like this? He places my dress on the lone chair beside his chest of drawers.“And for your next trick?” I prompt, teasing.“Oh my dear, Miss Steele. Get into my bed,” he growls. “And I’ll show you.”“Do you think that for once I should play hard to get?” I ask coquettishly.His eyes widen with surprise, and I see a glimmer of excitement.