fifty-shades-of-grey

His hands pause their ministrations for a moment.“You said lots of things, Anastasia. You talked about cages and strawberries… that youwanted more… and that you missed me.”Oh, thank heavens for that.“Is that all?” The relief in my voice is evident.Christian stops his heavenly massage and shifts so that he’s lying beside me. His headpropped up on his elbow. He’s frowning.“What did you think you’d said?”Oh crap.“That I thought you were ugly, conceited, and that you were hopeless in bed.”He crease on his brow deepens.“Well, naturally I am all those things, and now you’ve got me really intrigued. Whatare you hiding from me, Miss Steele?”I blink at him innocently.“I’m not hiding anything.”“Anastasia, you are a hopeless liar.”“I thought you were going to make me giggle after sex, this isn’t doing it for me.”His lips quirk up.“I can’t tell jokes.”“Mr. Grey! Something you can’t do?” I grin at him, and he grins back.“No, hopeless joke teller.” He looks so proud of himself that I start to giggle.“I’m a hopeless joke teller too,”“That is such a lovely sound,” he murmurs, and he leans forward and kisses me.“And you are hiding something, Anastasia. I may have to torture it out of you.”