Chapter 86


    I roll my eyes in the full knowledge that he cannot see me, but I do as I''m told. Gingerly, he moves over


    and puts his arms around me and pulls me to his chest ... oh my.


    "Sleep, baby," he whispers, and I feel his nose in my hair as he inhales deeply.


    Holy cow. Christian Grey is sleeping with me, and in thefort and sce of his arms, I drift into a


    peaceful sleep.


    Chapter Seventeen


    The candle me is too hot. It flickers and dances in the over-warm breeze, a breeze that brings no


    respite from the heat. Soft gossamer wings flutter to and fro in the dark, sprinkling dusty scales in the


    circle of light. I''m struggling to resist, but I''m drawn. And then it''s so bright, and I am flying too close to


    the sun, dazzled by the light, fried and melting from the heat, weary in my endeavors to stay airborne. I


    am so warm. The heat... it''s stifling, overpowering. It wakes me.


    I open my eyes, and I''m draped in Christian Grey. He''s wrapped around me like a victory g. He''s fast


    asleep with his head on my chest, his arm over me, holding me close, one of his legs thrown over and


    hooked around both of mine. He''s suffocating me with his body heat, and he''s heavy. I take a moment


    to absorb that he''s still in my bed and fast asleep, and it''s light outside - morning. He has spent the


    whole night with me.


    My right arm is stretched, no doubt in search of a cool spot, and as I process the fact that he''s still with


    me, the thought urs that I can touch him. He''s asleep. Tentatively, I lift my hand and run the tips of


    my fingers down his back. Deep in his throat, I hear a faint distressed groan, and he stirs. He nuzzles


    my chest, inhaling deeply as he wakes. Sleepy, blinking gray eyes meet mine beneath his tousled mop


    of hair.


    "Good morning," he mumbles and frowns. "Jesus, even in my sleep I''m drawn to you." He moves


    slowly, unpeeling his limbs from me as he gets his bearings. I be


    aware of his erection against my hip. He notices my wide-eyed reaction, and he smiles a slow sexy


    smile.


    "Hmm... this has possibilities, but I think we should wait until Sunday." He leans down and nuzzles my


    ear with his nose.


    I flush, but then I feel seven shades of scarlet from his heat.


    "You''re very hot," I murmur.


    "You''re not so bad yourself," he murmurs and presses himself against me, suggestively.


    I flush some more. That''s not what I meant. He props himself up on his elbow gazing down at me,


    amused. He bends, and to my surprise, nts a gentle kiss on my lips.


    "Sleep well?" he asks.


    I nod, staring up at him, and I realize that I''ve slept very well except maybe for thest half-hour when I


    was too hot.


    "So did I." He frowns. "Yes, really well." He raises his eyebrows in confused surprise.


    "What''s the time?"


    I nce at my rm.


    "It''s 7:30."


    "7:30... shit." He scrambles out of bed and drags on his jeans.


    It is my turn to look amused as I sit up. Christian Grey iste and flustered. This is something I have


    never seen before. I btedly realize that my behind is no longer sore.


    "You are such a bad influence on me. I have a meeting. I have to go - I have to be in Pornd at eight.


    Are you smirking at me?"


    "Yes."


    He grins.


    "I''mte. I don''t dote. Another first, Miss Steele." He pulls on his jacket and then bends down and


    grasps my head, his hands on either side.


    "Sunday," he says, and the word is pregnant with an unspoken promise. Everything deep in my body


    uncurls and then clenches in delicious anticipation, the feeling is exquisite. Holy hell, if my mind could


    just keep up with my body. He leans forward and kisses me quickly. He grabs his stuff from my side


    table and his shoes - which he doesn''t put on.


    "Taylor wille and sort your Beetle. I was serious. Don''t drive it. I''ll see you at my ce on Sunday.


    I''ll email you a time." And like a whirlwind, he''s gone .


    Oh my, Christian Grey spent the night with me, and I feel rested. And there was no sex, only cuddling.


    He told me he never slept with anyone - but he''s slept three times with me.


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    I grin and slowly climb out of my bed. I feel more optimistic than I have for thest day or so. I head for


    the kitchen, needing a cup of tea.


    After breakfast, I shower and dress quickly for myst day at yton''s. It is the end of an era -


    goodbye to Mr. & Mrs. yton, WSU, Vancouver, the apartment, my Beetle. I nce at the mean


    machine - it''s only 7:52. I have time.


    From: Anastasia Steele


    Subject: Assault and Battery: The after-effects Date: May 27 2011 08:05


    To: Christian Grey


    Dear Mr. Grey


    You wanted to know why I felt confused after you - which euphemism should we apply - spanked,


    punished, beat, assaulted me. Well during the whole rming process I felt demeaned, debased and


    abused. And much to my mortification, you''re right, I was aroused, and that was unexpected. As you


    are well aware, all things sexual are new to me - I only wish I was more experienced and therefore


    more prepared. I was shocked to feel aroused.


    What really worried me was how I felt afterwards. And that''s more difficult to articte.


    I was happy that you were happy. I felt relieved that it wasn''t as painful as I thought it would be. And


    when I was lying in your arms, I felt - sated. But I feel very ufortable, guilty even, feeling that way.


    It doesn''t sit well with me, and I''m confused as a result. Does that answer your question?


    I hope the world of Mergers and Acquisitions is as stimting as ever... and that you weren''t toote.


    Thank you for staying with me.


    Ana


    From: Christian Grey


    Subject: Free Your Mind


    Date: May 27 2011 08:24


    To: Anastasia Steele


    Interesting... if slightly overstated title heading Miss Steele.


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