Fifty Shades of Grey (book 1+ 2)

Chapter 109

"Unless that company's P&L improves, I'm not interested, Ros. We're not carrying dead weight... I don't Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

need any more lame excuses... Have Marco call me, it's shit or bust time... Yes, tell Barney that the

prototype looks good, though I'm not sure about the inter-face... No, it's just missing something... I want

to meet him this afternoon to discuss...

In fact, him and his team, we can brainstorm.... Okay. Transfer me back to Andrea... " He waits, staring

out of the window, master of his universe, staring down at the little people below from this castle in the

sky. "Andrea... "

Glancing up, he notices me at the door. A slow, sexy smile spreads across his beautiful face, and I'm

rendered speechless as my insides melt. He is without a doubt the most beautiful man on the planet,

too beautiful for the little people below, too beautiful for me.

No my inner goddess scowls at me, not too beautiful for me. He is sort of mine, for now.

The idea sends a thrill through my blood and dispels my irrational self-doubt.

He continues his conversation, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Clear my schedule this morning, but get Bill to call me. I'll be in at two. I need to talk to Marco this

afternoon, that will need at least half an hour... Schedule Barney and his team in after Marco or maybe

tomorrow, and find time for me to see Claude everyday this week... Tell him to wait... Oh... No, I don't

want publicity for Darfur... Tell Sam to deal with it... No.... Which event?... That's next Saturday?... Hold

on."

"When will you be back from Georgia?" he asks.

"Friday."

He resumes his phone conversation.

"I'll need an extra ticket because I have a date... Yes Andrea, that's what I said, a date, Miss Anastasia

Steele will accompany me... That's all." He hangs up. "Good morning, Miss Steele."

"Mr. Grey," I smile shyly.

He walks around his desk with his usual grace and stands in front of me. He smells so good; clean and

freshly laundered, so Christian. He gently strokes my cheek with the back of his fingers.

"I didn't want to wake you, you looked so peaceful. Did you sleep well?"

"I am very well-rested, thank you. I just came to say hi before I had a shower."

I gaze up at him, drinking him in. He leans down and gently kisses me, and I can't help myself. I throw

my arms around his neck and my fingers twist in his still damp hair.

Pushing my body flush against his, I kiss him back. I want him. My attack takes him by surprise, but

after a beat, he responds, a low groan in his throat. His hands slip into my hair and down my back to

cup my naked behind, his tongue exploring my mouth. He pulls back, his eyes hooded.

"Well, sleep seems to agree with you," he murmurs. "I suggest you go and have your shower, or I shall

lay you across my desk, now."

"I choose the desk," I whisper recklessly as desire sweeps like adrenaline through my system, waking

everything in its path.

He stares bewildered down at me for a millisecond.

"You've really got a taste for this, haven't you, Miss Steele. You're becoming insatiable," he murmurs.

"I've only got a taste for you," I whisper.

His eyes widen and darken while his hands knead my naked backside.

"Damn right, only me," he growls, and suddenly with one fluid movement, he clears all the plans and

papers off his desk so that they scatter on the floor, sweeps me up in his arms, and lays me down

across the short end of his desk so that my head is almost off the edge.

"You want it, you got it, baby," he mutters, producing a foil packet from his pants pocket while he unzips

his pants. Oh Mr. Boy Scout. He rolls the condom over his erection and gazes down at me. "I sure

hope you're ready," he breathes, a salacious smile across his face. And in a moment, he's filling me,

holding my wrists tightly by my side, and thrusting into me deeply.

I groan... oh yes.

"Christ, Ana. You're so ready," he whispers in veneration.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I hold him the only way I can as he stays standing, staring down at

me, gray eyes glowing, passionate and possessive. He starts to move, really move. This is not making

love, this is f**king - and I love it. I groan. It's so raw, so carnal, making me so wanton. I revel in his

possession, his lust slaking mine. He moves with ease, luxuriating in me, enjoying me, his lips slightly

parted as his breathing increases.

He twists his hips from side to side, and the feeling is exquisite.

Oh my. I close my eyes, feeling the build up - that delicious, slow, step climbing build.

Pushing me higher, higher to the castle in the air. Oh yes... his stroke increasing fractionally. I moan

loudly. I am all sensation... all him, enjoying every thrust, every push that fills me. And he picks up the

pace, thrusting faster... harder... and my whole body is moving to his rhythm, and I can feel my legs

stiffening, and my insides quivering and quickening.

"Come on, baby, give it up for me," he cajoles through gritted teeth - and the fervent need in his voice -

the strain - sends me over the edge.

I cry out a wordless, passionate plea as I touch the sun and burn, falling around him, falling down, back

to a breathless, bright summit on Earth. He slams into me and stops abruptly as he reaches his climax,

pulling at my wrists, and sinking gracefully and wordlessly onto me.

Wow... that was unexpected. I slowly materialize back on Earth.

"What the hell are you doing to me?" he breathes as he nuzzles my neck. "You completely beguile me,

Ana. You weave some powerful magic."

He releases my wrists, and I run my fingers through his hair, coming down from my high. I tighten my

legs around him.

"I'm the one beguiled," I whisper.

Tags:

Source: