Chapter 162


    Ana is hanging a silvery-looking garment in the closet. She must have bought it in town. “Did you have


    a good time?” I ask, as I enter and close the door.


    “Yes,” she says, staring at me.


    “What is it?”


    “I was thinking how much I’ve missed you.”


    My heart skips a beat at the warmth in her voice. “You sound like you have it bad, Mrs. Grey.”


    “I have, Mr. Grey,” she whispers.


    I stroll over and stand before her, feeling the heat emanating from her body. “What did you buy?” I


    whisper, basking in her warmth.


    “A dress, some shoes, a ne. I spent a great deal of your money.” She peers up at me as if she’s


    guilty of some terrible crime.


    Oh, this will never do.


    “Good,” I stress quietly while my fingers ease a stray lock of her hair behind her ear. “And for the


    billionth time, our money.” The scent of jasmine and the sound of the bath filling with water drift from


    the en suite. With a gentle tug, I release her bottom lip from her teeth. I run my index finger down the


    front of her T-shirt, between her breasts, over her stomach and belly, to the hem. “You won’t be needing


    this in the bath.” I grip her T-shirt with both hands and slowly pull it up. “Lift your arms.” Ana


    cooperates, her luminous eyes on mine, and I tug off her top, dropping it on the floor.


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    “I thought we were just having a bath.” Her voice is breathy with desire.


    “I want to make you good and dirty first. I’ve missed you, too.” I lean down and kiss her. Her hands


    creep into my hair as she wees the touch of my lips, and we’re soon lost in each other.


    Ana’s head is off the side of the bed, tipped back as she cries out her orgasm. Her response triggers


    mine, and Ie fast and hard inside her. Panting, I pull her onto my chest and we lie dazed and


    replete while I stare up at the ceiling.


    “Shit, the water!” Ana cries, and tries to sit up. I keep hold of her.


    Don’t go.


    “Christian, the bath!” She stares down at me in horror.


    Iugh. “Rx—it’s a wet room.” I roll onto her, pressing her into the mattress once more and kiss her,


    quickly. “I’ll switch off the faucet.” Feeling far more rxed than I have for days, I get up, saunter into


    the bathroom, and turn off the water. Sure enough, the bath is overflowing, which will make for a fun


    time with my wife. She follows me in and gapes at the floor.


    “See?” I point to where the water is circling the drain. She grins, and together we climb in,ughing as


    the water sshes out around us. She’s piled her hair into an impossible topknot perched precariously


    on her head, tendrils falling around her face.


    She looks lovely.


    And she’s all mine.


    We sit at opposite ends of the overflowing tub. “Foot,” Imand, and she ces her left foot in my


    hand. I start massaging her sole with my thumbs. She closes her eyes and, as earlier, tips her head


    back and groans. “You like?” I whisper.


    “Yes,” she breathes. Tugging each of her toes, I watch her lips pucker as she absorbs the pleasure. I


    kiss each toe in turn and graze my teeth along her little toe.


    “Aaah!” she groans once more, and her eyes pop open.


    “Like that?”


    “Hmm.” I start massaging again, and she closes her eyes. “I saw Gia in town,” she says airily.


    “Really? I think she has a ce here.”


    “She was with Elliot.”


    My hands still, and Ana opens her eyes.


    “What do you mean ‘with Elliot’?”


    “We were in a boutique opposite a jeweler. I saw him go in alone, and I thought he must be buying the


    watch battery. He came out with Gia Matteo. Sheughed at something he said, then he kissed her


    cheek and left.”


    Maybe Gia helped him select a ring?


    “Ana, they’re just friends. I think Elliot is pretty stuck on Kate.” Unfortunately. “In fact, I know he’s pretty


    stuck on her.” Though why, I have no idea.


    “Kate is gorgeous.” Ana bridles, and I wonder once more if she can read my mind.


    “Still d it was you who fell into my office.” I kiss her big toe, pick up her right foot, and begin the


    process over again. Anays back once more as Ivish attention on her sole and we stop talking


    about Elliot and Gia and Kate.


    I wonder when he’s going to propose?


    I leave Ana to get ready for dinner while I head down to my study to check my e-mails. I sit down at my


    desk and open myptop. As I go through my inbox, there are a couple of irritating work issues that I


    need to deal with, but I shelve them for the moment. It’s the e-mail from Le that stops me in my


    tracks. My scalp tingles with apprehension. What the hell does she want?


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