me.
I take a long swig of cool, clean-tasting beer.
“Did you get what you needed from town?” I ask Elliot as we watch Ethan slam in a couple of solids.
“Yeah.” He grins.
“Did you get some help?”
Elliot cocks his head to one side. “Why do you ask?”
“Little bird told me.”
Elliot scowls and Ethan fouls the white ball, so he goes to take his shot.
My phone buzzes in my back pocket. I have an e-mail from my wife.
From: Anastasia Grey
Subject: Does My Butt Look Big in This?
Date: August 27 2011 18:53 MST
To: Christian Grey
Mr. Grey
I need your sartorial advice.
Yours
Mrs. G x
Now, this I have to see. I type a quick response.
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Peachy
Date: August 27 2011 18:55 MST
To: Anastasia Grey
Mrs. Grey
I seriously doubt it.
But I will come and give your butt a thorough examination just to make sure.
Yours in anticipation
Mr. G x
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings and Butt Inspectorate, Inc.
I abandon my beer, bound up two sets of stairs, and open our bedroom door.
Wow.
Anastasia Grey. Wow.
Paralyzed, I stand on the threshold. Ana’s in front of the full-length mirror. She’s dressed—in a sense—in a tiny silver dress, and towering stilettos. Her hair is a glossy veil edging her beautiful face. Kohl frames her eyes, and dark red lipstick paints her mouth.
She looks sensational; my body comes alive in response.
She flicks her hair to the side. “Well?” she whispers.
“Ana, you look… Wow.”
“You like it?”
“Yes, I guess so.” My voice is husky, betraying my desire. I want to mess up her hair and smudge her lipstick. I want her to be my Ana, not this version of her. This powerful, seductive woman is, frankly, a little intimidating.
And hot.
Ball-tighteningly hot.
I enter the room, bewitched by my wife, and close the door behind me, glad that I put my jacket back on. She has endless, shapely legs. A vision of her feet in those shoes, hooked over my shoulders, comes to the forefront of my mind.
Fuck.
Placing my hands on her naked shoulders, I turn her around so we’re both facing the mirror.
Christ!
This dress hardly has a back.
At least it covers her backside. Just.
Our eyes meet in the glass, smoky blue to darkening gray.
She looks every inch the goddess I know. And tall. Really tall!
I glance down at her naked back, and I cannot resist her. I glide a knuckle down her spine and she slowly arches her back into my touch.
Oh, Ana.
I stop where the dress starts at the small of her back. “This is very revealing,” I whisper. My hand skates lower, over her pert behind, which is provocatively accentuated in the tight clinging material, to the hem. My fingers hover over her skin at her thigh. Gently, I caress her, teasing her flesh as my fingers move around her thigh, her eyes following their path. She inhales sharply, her mouth forming a perfectly fuckable o.
“It’s not far from here.” I run my fingers around the hem, then higher up her thigh. “To here.” I touch her panties and stroke her through the thin material. She gasps as I ease my fingers against her, feeling the fabric dampen beneath my touch.
Oh, baby.
“And your point is?” Her voice is hoarse.
“My point is…it’s not far from here”—I glide my fingers over her panties to the edge and slip my index finger around the fabric so we’re skin on skin—“to here. And then…to here.” As we gaze at each other, I slide my finger inside her.
She’s warm and wet around me, and she closes her eyes as she groans.
“This is mine.” I drip the words into her ear and, closing my eyes, slowly move my finger in and out of her. “I don’t want anyone else to see this.”
She starts to pant, and I open my eyes to watch as I pleasure her. “So be a good girl and don’t bend down, and you should be fine.”
“You approve?” she breathes.
“No, but I’m not going to stop you from wearing it. You look stunning, Anastasia.”
Enough.
I want to fuck her. But we don’t have time. And as much as I want to smudge her makeup, I’m sure she won’t appreciate it. Slowly, I withdraw my hand, and move so I’m in front of her. Gently I trace her bottom lip with the slick tip of my index finger. She puckers her scarlet lips to kiss it.
The contact echoes in my groin.
I grin. A wicked grin.
This is what I love about my girl.
She does not back down from a challenge.
I slip my finger in my mouth.
She tastes mighty fine. I lick my