north of Seattle. I glance up at Kate, and she’s hanging on every word Elliot says, her eyes

glowing with lust or love. I haven’t quite worked out which yet. He grins down at her, and

it’s as if an unspoken promise passes between them. Laters, baby,he’s saying, and it’s hot,

freaking hot. I flush just watching them.

I sigh and peek up at Fifty Shades. He’s so beautiful, I could stare at him forever. He

has light stubble over his chin, and my fingers itch to scratch it and feel it against my face,

against my breasts… between my thighs. I blush at the direction of my thoughts. He peers

down at me and raises his hand to pull at my chin.

“Don’t bite your lip,” he murmurs huskily. “I want to do that.”

Grace and Mia clear our dessert glasses and head to the kitchen, while Mr. Grey, Kate,

and Elliot discuss the merits of solar panels in Washington State. Christian, feigning inter-

est in their conversation, puts his hand once more on my knee, and his fingers travel up my

thigh. My breathing hitches, and I press my thighs together in a bid to halt his progress. I

can see him smirk.

“Shall I give you a tour of the grounds?” he asks me quite openly.

I know I’m meant to say yes, but I don’t trust him. Before I can answer however, he’s

on his feet and holding his hand out to me. I place my hand in his, and I feel all the muscles

clench deep in my belly, responding to his dark, hungry gray gaze.

“Excuse me,” I say to Mr. Grey and follow Christian out of the dining room.

He leads me through the hallway and into the kitchen where Mia and Grace are stack-

ing the dishwasher. European Pigtails is nowhere to be seen.

“I’m going to show Anastasia the backyard,” Christian says innocently to his mother.

She waves us out with a smile as Mia heads back to the dining room.

We step out onto a grey flagstone patio area lit by recessed lights in the flagstones.

There are shrubs in grey stone tubs and a chic metal table and chairs set up in one corner.

Christian walks past those, up some steps, and onto a vast lawn that leads down to the

bay… oh my – it’s beautiful. Seattle twinkles on the horizon, and the cool, bright, May

moon etches a sparkling silver path across the water toward a jetty where two boats are

moored. Beside the jetty stands a boathouse. It is so picturesque, so peaceful. I stand and

gape for a moment.

Christian pulls me behind him, and my heels sink into the soft grass.

“Stop, please.” I am stumbling in his wake.

He stops and gazes at me, his expression unfathomable.

“My heels. I need to take my shoes off.”

“Don’t bother,” he says, and he bends down and scoops me over his shoulder. I squeal

loudly with shocked surprise, and he gives me a ringing slap on my behind.

“Keep your voice down,” he growls.

Oh no… this is not good,my subconscious is quaking at the knees. He’s mad about

something – could be José, Georgia, no panties, biting my lip. Jeez, he’s easy to rile.

“Where are we going?” I breathe.

“Boathouse,” he snaps.

I hang on to his hips as I’m tipped upside-down, and he strides purposefully in the

moonlight across the lawn.

“Why?” I sound breathless, bouncing on this shoulder.

“I need to be alone with you.”

“What for?”

“Because I’m going to spank and then fuck you.”

“Why?” I whimper softly.

“You know why,” he hisses.

“I thought you were an in-the-moment guy?” I plead breathlessly.

“Anastasia, I’m in the moment, trust me.”

Holy fuck.

Christian bursts through the wooden door of the boathouse and pauses to flick on some

lights. Fluorescents ping and buzz in sequence as harsh white light floods the large wooden

building. From my upside-down view, I can see an impressive motor launch in the dock

floating gently on the dark water, but I only get a brief look before he’s carrying me up

some wooden stairs to the room above.

He pauses at the doorway and touches another switch – halogens this time, they are

softer, on a dimmer – and we’re in an attic room with sloping ceilings. It’s decorated with

a nautical New England theme: navy blues and creams with a dash of red. The furnishings

are sparse, just a couple of couches are all I can see.

Christian sets me on my feet on the wooden floor. I don’t have time to examine my

surroundings – my eyes can’t leave him. I am mesmerized… watching him like one would

watch a rare and dangerous predator, waiting for him to strike. His breathing is harsh but

then he’s just carried me across the lawn and up a flight of stairs. Gray eyes blaze with

anger, need, and pure unadulterated lust.

Holy shit.I could spontaneously combust from his look alone.

“Please don’t hit me,” I whisper, pleading.

His brow furrows, his eyes widening. He blinks twice.

“I don’t want you to spank me, not here, not now. Please don’t.”

His mouth drops open slightly in surprise, and beyond brave, I tentatively reach up and

run my fingers down his cheek, along the edge of his sideburn, to the stubble on his chin.

It’s a curious mixture of soft and prickly. Slowly closing his eyes, he leans his face into

my touch, and his breath hitches in his throat. Reaching up with my other hand, I run my

fingers into his hair. I love his hair. His soft moan is barely audible, and when he opens his

eyes, his look is – wary, like he doesn’t understand what I’m doing.

Stepping forward so I am flush against him, I pull gently on his hair, bringing his

mouth down to mine, and I kiss him, forcing my tongue between his lips and into his

mouth. He groans, and his arms embrace me, pulling me to him. His hands find their way

into my hair, and he kisses me back, hard and possessive. His tongue and my tongue twist

and turn together, consuming each other. He tastes divine.

He pulls back suddenly, our collective breathing ragged and mingling. My hands drop

to his arms and he glares down at me.

“What are you doing to me?” he whispers confused.

“Kissing you.”

“You said no.”

“What?” No to what?

“At the dinner table, with your legs.”

Oh… that’s what this is all about.

“But we were at your parents’ dining table.” I stare up at him, completely bewildered.

“No one’s ever said no to me before. And it’s so – hot.”

His eyes widen slightly, filled with wonder and lust. It’s a heady mix. I swallow in-

stinctively. His hand moves down to my behind. He pulls me sharply against him, and I

can feel his erection.

Oh my…

“You’re mad and turned on because I said no?” I breathe, astonished.

“I’m mad because you never mentioned Georgia to me. I’m mad because you went

drinking with that guy who tried to seduce you when you were drunk and who left you

when you were ill with an almost complete stranger. What kind of friend does that? And

I’m mad and aroused because you closed your legs on me.” His eyes glitter dangerously,

and he’s slowly inching up the hem of my dress.

“I want you, and I want you now. And if you’re not going to let me spank you – which

you deserve – I’m going to fuck you on the couch this minute, quickly, for my pleasure,

not yours.”

My dress is now barely covering my naked behind. He moves suddenly so that his

hand is cupping my sex, and one of his fingers sinks slowly into me. His other arm holds

me firmly in place around my waist. I suppress my moan.

“This is mine,” he whispers aggressively. “All mine. Do you understand?” He eases