Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian

Chapter 166

Ana frowns and I sigh. “Three glasses of white wine at dinner and two of champagne, after a strawberry daiquiri and two glasses of Frascati at lunchtime. Drink. Now, Ana.”

She scowls at me, probably because I’m keeping score. But she does as she’s told. I’m hoping she’ll avoid a hangover tomorrow. She wipes her hand over her mouth in a less-than-decorous way. I’m assuming it’s her version of a protest at my high-handedness. “Good girl. You’ve vomited on me once already. I don’t wish to experience that again in a hurry.”

“I don’t know what you’re complaining about. You got to sleep with me.”

This is true. “Yeah, I did.”

“Ethan’s had enough, for now,” Mia exclaims when they return from the dance floor. “Come on, girls. Let’s hit the floor. Strike a pose, throw some shapes, work off the calories from the chocolate mousse.”

Kate stands up. “Coming?” she asks Elliot.

“Let me watch you,” he says.

“I’m going to burn some calories,” Ana says, then leans down so I get a glimpse of some fine cleavage, and she whispers, “You can watch me.”

“Don’t bend over,” I warn.

“Okay.” She stands upright quickly and grabs my shoulder.

Shit. I reach up to support her as she sways, but I don’t think she notices. She’s dizzy or drunk or both. “Perhaps you should have some more water,” I offer.

Perhaps I should take her home.

“I’m fine. These seats are low and my heels are high.” She smiles, and Kate takes her hand as they head onto the dance floor.

I’m not sure how I feel about this.

Kate hugs

And then they both start to move.

Mia is…well, Mia. I’m used to watching her lost in her own world, dancing around the room. She rarely keeps still.

Kavanagh can dance.

And so can my wife. She sets the dance floor alight, in that scrap of material she calls a dress. Legs, back,

closes her eyes and

Fuck. My mouth dries as

In my previous life, I enjoyed watching dancing like this, but it was always in the privacy of my apartment, and always at my command. I run my thumb over my bottom lip and shift in my chair as my body responds to my wife. Maybe I could persuade Ana to do this at home. For my eyes only. The lyrics of the

Damn, you’s a sexy bitch.

more people crowd onto the dance floor. I glance at Elliot, who grins back at me, and we both laugh. “This is a good

“Sure is.” His grin is wicked, and I know exactly what he’s thinking.

“You did it,” I say over

“What?”

“Proposed. In public.”

“Yeah. It was a now-or-never moment.”

“Happy?”

He nods, beaming. “Very.”

time to see a haystack of a man looming over her, and

What the fuck?

rage that’s baying for blood. Springing up from my seat, I knock over my beer, but I don’t give a shit.

Did he put his hands on my wife?

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