Fifty Shades Darker (book 5) novel Chapter 80

“No, sir,” he responds, and even though I knew that would be the answer, it’s vexing. I grasp Ana’s hand and we step into the elevator.

“You are not allowed out of here alone. You understand?” I caution Ana.

“Okay,” she says as the doors close, and her lips twitch in amusement.

“What’s so funny?” I’m floored that she agreed so readily.

“You are.”

“Me?” My tension starts to dissolve. She’s laughing at me? “Miss Steele? Why am I funny?” I purse my lips, trying to stop my smile.

“Don’t pout,” she says.

I’m pouting?

“Why?”

“Because it has the same effect on me as I have on you when I do this.” She lets her teeth toy with her bottom lip.

“Really?” I do it once more and lean down to give her a swift kiss. When my lips touch hers, it sparks my desire. I hear her sharp intake of breath, then her fingers are twisting in my hair. Holding my lips to hers, I grab her and push her against the elevator wall, my hands cradling her face. Her tongue is in my mouth and mine in hers as she takes what she wants and I give her all that I have.

It’s explosive.

I want to fuck her. Now.

I pour all my anxiety into her, and she takes everything.

Ana…

The elevator doors open with the familiar ping and I pull my face away from her, but I’m still pinning her to the wall with my hips and my hardening erection.

“Whoa,” I whisper, dragging air into my lungs.

“Whoa,” she answers, panting.

“What you do to me, Ana.” I trace my thumb across her lower lip. Ana’s eyes flit to the foyer and I sense rather than see Taylor.

She kisses the corner of my mouth. “What you do to me, Christian,” she says. I step back and take her hand. I haven’t jumped her in an elevator since that day at The Heathman.

Get a grip, Grey.

“Come,” I say.

As we exit the elevator, Taylor is standing to one side.

“Good evening, Taylor.”

“Mr. Grey, Miss Steele.”

“I was Mrs. Taylor yesterday,” Ana says, all smiles for Mr. Taylor.

“That has a nice ring to it, Miss Steele,” Taylor responds.

“I thought so, too.”

What the hell is going on?

I scowl at Ana and Taylor. “If you two have quite finished, I’d like a debriefing.” Ana and Taylor exchange a look. “I’ll be with you shortly. I just want a word with Miss Steele,” I say to Taylor.

He nods.

And I take Ana into my bedroom and close the door. “Don’t flirt with the staff, Anastasia.”

“I wasn’t flirting. I was being friendly. There is a difference.”

“Don’t be friendly with the staff or flirt with them. I don’t like it.”