I slowly sink into her as her climax dies.
“I love you, Ana,” I whisper, and I start to move.
Ana slumbers beside me while above me, the tie from her robe is still attached to the bed spindles. I contemplate waking her and having my wicked way with her a third time, marveling that I still want more. Will I ever have enough of Anastasia Steele? But she needs to sleep. Tomorrow we go sailing. Just the two of us and The Grace. She’ll need her energy to help me on board. We’ll be away from everyone for three whole days, enjoying our own July Fourth celebration, and my hope is that I can finally relax, at least for a few days.
My mind drifts to my dad and his surprise apology, to menus and party favors, to the crash and the unknown saboteur. I hope Reynolds and Ryan are okay outside.
They’re keeping watch.
Ana’s safe. We’re safe.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Sitting at my desk and staring out at the distant Sound, I can’t help but notice the heartwarming glow that’s emanating either from my skin or from somewhere deep inside my chest. It could be a combination of sea, sun, and wind from being aboard The Grace for the long weekend, or it could be because I’ve spent three uninterrupted days with Anastasia. Despite all the vexing issues I’ve dealt with over the past few weeks, I’ve never felt as relaxed as I did with her on board my catamaran. Ana is food for my soul.
Anastasia is fast asleep. The early morning light shimmers through the portholes skimming over her tousled hair so that it gleams, burnished and beautiful. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I place a cup of tea on the nightstand, as The Grace bobs gently on the water in Bowman Bay. I lean over and plant a tender kiss on her cheek.
“Wake up, sleepy head. I’m lonely.”
She groans, but her expression softens. I kiss her again and her eyes flutter open, and her face shines with a breathtaking smile. Reaching up, she caresses my cheek.
“Good morning, husband-to-be.”
“Good morning, wife-to-be. I’ve made you tea.”
She chuckles, in disbelief, I think. “You dear man,” she says. “This belongs on the list of firsts!”
“I believe it does.”
“And I can tell you’re very pleased with yourself.” Her grin mirrors mine.
“Miss Steele. I am. I make an excellent cup of tea.”
She sits up, and to my disappointment pulls up the covers to conceal her naked breasts. She can’t seem to stop grinning. “I’m so impressed. It’s such a complicated process.”
“Indeed, it is,” I reply. “I had to boil the water and everything.”
“And dip the tea bag. Mr. Grey, you are so competent.”
I laugh and narrow my eyes. “Are you belittling my tea-making skills?”
She gasps in mock horror and clutches imaginary pearls. “I wouldn’t dare,” she says and, reaching over, takes the cup.
“Just checking—”
A knock on my office door brings me back to the now. Andrea pops her head around the door. “Mr. Grey, your tailor is here.”
“Oh, great. Show him in.”
I need a new suit for the wedding.
Marco handles the company portfolio as well as our Mergers and Acquisitions. This morning he’s taking the senior team through GEH’s latest additions to our shareholdings. “We now own twenty-five percent of Blue Cee Tech, thirty-four percent of FifteenGenFour, and sixty-six percent of Lincoln Timber.” I’ve been listening with half an ear, but my attention is momentarily piqued by that last piece of news. This is a long-term project of mine, and I’m pleased we now own a majority stake in Lincoln Timber through one of our shell companies. Linc must need the money. Interesting.
Revenge is a dish…
Enough, Grey. Concentrate.
Marco moves on to his latest list of potential acquisitions. There are two companies that he is especially keen to pursue. He’s running through the pros while my mind strays to the weekend and Ana.
Ana is at the helm of The Grace as we glide over the sparkling ocean, past Admiralty Head on Whidbey Island. Her hair is flying in the wind and glinting in the sun. Her smile could melt the hardest of hearts.
It thawed mine.
She looks beautiful. Relaxed. Free.
“Hold her steady,” I shout over the rush of the sea.
“Aye-aye, Captain. I mean, Sir.” Ana bites her lip, and I know she’s teasing me, as usual. She salutes when I give her a bogus scowl, and I go back to tightening the bowline, unable to hide my smile.
Marco mentions a solar energy company that’s struggling to