Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian

Chapter 102

“You’re Christian Grey,” he says.

Yep. That’s me.

“Noah Logan.” He holds out his hand. Reluctantly, I extend mine and he gives me a damp, overenthusiastic handshake. “Which floor?” he asks.

“I have to input a code.”

“Oh.”

“Penthouse.”

“Oh. Of course.” He presses the button for his floor and the doors close. “Mrs. Grey, I presume.” He simpers like a nervous eighth-grader with an epic crush.

“Yes.” She gives him a sweet smile, and they shake hands and the fucker blushes.

Blushes!

“When did you move in?” Ana asks, and I tighten my hold on her.

Don’t encourage him.

“Last weekend. I love the place.”

She smiles. Again!

Mercifully, the elevator stops at his floor. “Great to meet you both,” he says, sounding relieved, and steps out. The doors close behind him, and I enter the code for the penthouse into the keypad.

“He seemed nice,” Ana says. “I’ve never met any of the neighbors before.”

I grimace. “I prefer it that way.”

“That’s because you’re a hermit. I thought he was pleasant enough.”

“A hermit?”

“Hermit. Stuck in your ivory tower,” Ana says, deadpan.

I try, really try, to suppress my smile. “Our ivory tower,” I correct her. “And I think you have another name to add to the list of your admirers, Mrs. Grey.”

She rolls her eyes heavenward. “Christian, you think

Oh. Sweet. Joy.

“Did you just roll your

She looks up at me from beneath her lashes. “I sure did,” she whispers.

Oh, Mrs. Grey.

I cock my head to one side. The day has just improved one thousand percent. “What shall we do about that?”

“Something rough.”

Fuck. Her words are arousing.

“Rough?”

“Please.”

“You

She nods, not taking her eyes off me. It’s so fucking

The doors of the elevator open, but neither of us step out. We just stare at each other, our attraction, our yearning, sparking between us like static. Ana’s eyes darken, like mine, I’m sure.

“How rough?” I ask.

Ana’s teeth sink into her full lower lip,

Oh. Dear.

I close my eyes to savor this sensual moment, then grab her hand and march out of the elevator and through the double doors of the foyer.

Hell.

“Sawyer, I’d like to be debriefed in an hour,” I state,

“Yes, sir.” He heads back into Taylor’s office.

Good. I look down at my wife. “Rough?”

She nods, her expression serious.

Grey, you’re in luck. I’m taking requests today.” My mind races with possibilities. “Do you have anything in mind?”

She raises her left shoulder in a coquettish

What does that mean? “Kinky fuckery?” I ask, to be clear.

She nods an emphatic yes, but her face flushes.

“Carte

Her eyes flick to mine, and they’re brimming with curiosity and sensuality. “Yes.” Her husky affirmation feeds the flames of my desire.

“Come.” We head upstairs to the playroom. “After you, Mrs. Grey.” I unlock the door and step aside, and Ana strolls into my favorite room. I follow her in, switching on the lights. Ana turns, watching me as I lock the door.

Take a breath, Grey.

Building anticipation.

It’s exhilarating.

She stands there, waiting. Wanting.

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