Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian

Chapter 75

This is heaven.

I consume her, our passion building while my mind empties.

It’s just Ana, my beautiful girl, and me. In the sea.

I want her.

Here. Now.

“I thought you wanted to swim,” she whispers, when we stop for air.

“You’re very distracting.” I tug her lower lip and suck. “And I’m not sure I want the good people of Monte Carlo to see my wife in the throes of passion.”

She grazes my jaw with her teeth.

She wants more.

“Ana,” I warn, twisting her ponytail around my wrist. I gently tug so I have access to her throat. She tastes of salt water, coconut sunscreen, sweat, and, best of all, Ana. “Shall I take you in the sea?”

“Yes.” Her answer is a whisper that stokes my libido.

Fuck. Enough.

This is getting out of hand.

“Mrs. Grey, you’re insatiable and so brazen. What sort of monster have I created?”

“A monster fit for you. Would you

“I’ll take you any way I can get you, you know that. But

Ana glances at the sunbathers taking

Enough, Grey.

Grabbing her around her waist, I boost her into the air and she lands with a satisfying splash in the sea. When she surfaces, she’s laughing and spluttering with feigned indignation. “Christian!” she cries, and skates her hand across the surface of the water, splashing me.

I splash her right back, grinning because she looks so disappointed.

I’m not exposing her to an audience while we fuck!

all night,” I explain, delighted by her reaction. Before I change my mind and get us both arrested—though this is France, so who knows—I prepare to dive. “Laters, baby,” I call, and

Later, feeling calmer and much refreshed, I stride up the beach, wondering how my wife is faring.

What the actual fuck!

Ana is topless on her sunbed.

catching Taylor’s eye from where he sits at the bar. He’s sipping Perrier with our French security officers, who happen to be twin brothers. Between them, they survey our surroundings. Taylor shakes his head, and I think he’s telling me that he’s not spotted any photographers.

I don’t fucking care. I think

you think you’re doing?” I yell, seething at Ana when I reach her.

She opens her eyes.

Was she feigning sleep? On. Her. Back?

She looks around, panicked. “I was on my front. I must have turned over in my sleep,” she whispers.

I grab her bikini top off my

Fucking hell. I specifically asked you not to do this.

Not for my fucking health. But for your privacy!

“Christian, no one is looking.”

“Trust me. They’re looking. I’m sure Taylor and the security crew are enjoying the show!”

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