Fifty, Fifty, Fifty... give me strength.
E.L. JamesMiss Steele, I do believe you’re making my palm twitch.
E.L. JamesCrusty and Cross here,' he says and I grin. He’s still playful Fifty. My inner goddess is clapping her hands with glee like a small child.
E.L. JamesI thought I'd broken you."
"Broken? Me? Oh no, Ana. Just the opposite."
He reaches out and takes my hand. "You're my lifeline'" he whispers.
My heart beat spikes, and I think I’m panting. Jeez, I’m a quivering, moist mess, and he hasn’t even touched me. I squirm in my seat and meet his dark glare.
E.L. JamesAre you smirking at me, Mr. Grey?” I ask sweetly. Pompous ass.
E.L. JamesYou wanted hearts and flowers,” he murmurs.
I blink at him, not quite believing what I’m seeing.
“You have my heart.” And he waves toward the room.
“And here are the flowers,” I whisper, completing his sentence. “Christian, it’s lovely.
Stichwörter: romance
I would have told you earlier, but as it was your birthday . . . What do you give the man who has everything? I thought I’d give you . . . me.”
He puts the keychain down on the bedside table and snuggles in beside me, pulling me into his arms against his chest so that we’re spooning.
“It’s perfect. Like you.
Stichwörter: romance-novels
Of course. Silly me. Such a sad, exciting score, which no doubt you can play? So many accomplishments, Mr. Grey.”
“And the greatest one is you, Miss Steele.
Stichwörter: romance
I cannot be with someone who takes pleasure in inflicting pain on me, someone who can’t love me.
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