Chapter 93


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    “Do you have any idea how alluring you look right now?” I hear the need in my voice.


    She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip and shakes her head.


    I think I’m going to explode. I close my eyes and try to bring my body to heel. Stepping forward, I


    ce my hands on the wall on either side of her face. She tilts her face up, and her eyes meet


    mine.


    I lean closer. “I think you do, Miss Steele. I think you like to drive me wild.”


    “Do I drive you wild?”


    “In all things, Anastasia. You are a siren, a goddess.” I reach down and grasp her leg above her


    knee and hitch it up around my waist. Slowly I lean down, pressing my body into hers. My erection


    sitting at the sacred junction of her thighs. I kiss her throat, my tongue tasting and savoring her. She


    wraps her arms around my neck and she arches her back, pressing into me.


    “I’m going to take you now.” I groan and lift her higher. Grabbing a condom from my pocket, I undo


    my fly. “Hold tight, baby.”


    She tightens her arms around my neck and I show her the condom. She bites down on the corner


    and I tug, and together we rip open the foil packet.


    “Good girl.”


    I step back a little and manage to slide on the damn condom. “God, I can’t wait for the next six


    days.”


    No more condoms.


    I run my thumb over her underwear.


    Lace. Good.


    “I do hope you’re not overly fond of these panties.” And the only reply is her heavy breathing in my


    ear. I push my thumbs through the seam at the back and they tear apart, allowing me ess to my


    happy ce.


    With my eyes on hers, I take her, slowly.


    Fuck, she feels good.


    She arches her back and closes her eyes and groans.


    I pull back and sink slowly into her once more.


    This is what I want.


    This is what I needed.


    After such a shitty day.


    She didn’t run.


    She’s here.


    For me.


    With me.


    “You’re mine, Anastasia.” The words wash against her throat.


    “Yes. Yours. When will you ept that?” Her words are a sigh. And it’s what I want to hear. What I


    need to hear. I take her, fast, furious. I need her. With each little cry, each pant, each tug of my hair,


    I know she needs me, too. I lose myself in her and I feel her spiral out of control. “Oh, baby,” I


    moan, and shees around me, crying out, and I follow, whispering her name.


    I kiss her, holding her, as myposure returns. We are forehead to forehead and her eyes are


    closed. “Oh, Ana, I need you so much.” I close my eyes and kiss her forehead, thankful that I’ve


    found her.


    “And I you, Christian,” she whispers.


    I release her and straighten her skirt and I do up the top two buttons of her shirt. I punch the


    override code into the elevator keypad and it jolts to life. “Taylor will be wondering where we are.” I


    give her a wicked grin and she tries in vain to smooth out her hair. After a few futile attempts she


    gives up and opts for a ponytail.


    “You’ll do,” I reassure her, and zip up my fly and slip the condom and her ruined panties into my


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    pocket for disposalter.


    Taylor is waiting when the doors open.


    “Problem with the elevator,” I say as we step out, but I avoid eye contact with him. Ana scampers off


    to the bedroom, no doubt to freshen up, and I make my way into the kitchen, where Mrs. Jones is


    preparing dinner.


    “The Saab is here, Mr. Grey,” Taylor says, having followed me into the kitchen.


    “Great. I’ll let Ana know.”


    “Sir.” He smiles. He and Gail exchange a look before he turns to leave.


    “Good evening, Gail,” I say, ignoring their look, as I slip off my jacket. I hang it on the barstool and


    sit down at the counter.


    “Good evening, Mr. Grey. Dinner will be ready shortly.”


    “Smells good.”


    Damn, I’m hungry.


    “Coq au vin, for two.” She gives me a fond sideways nce as she takes two tes out of the


    warming drawer. “I’m just checking that Miss Steele will be with us tomorrow.”


    “Yes.”


    “I’ll fix lunch for her again.”


    “Great.”


    Ana returns to join me at the kitchen counter and Mrs. Jones serves us our dinner.


    “Enjoy, Mr. Grey, Ana,” she says, and exits the kitchen.


    I fetch a bottle of Chablis from the fridge and pour each of us a ss. Ana tucks into her food. She’s


    hungry.


    “I like to see you eat.”


    “I know.” She pops a piece of chicken into her mouth. I grin and take a sip of wine. “Tell me


    something good about your day,” she says when she’s finished chewing.


    “We had a breakthrough today with the design of our sr-powered tablet. It has so many different


    applications. We’ll be able to make sr-powered phones, too.”


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