Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian novel Chapter 164

Oh, baby.

“And your point is?” Her voice is hoarse.

“My point is…it’s not far from here”—I glide my fingers over her panties to the edge and slip my index finger around the fabric so we’re skin on skin—“to here. And then…to here.” As we gaze at each other, I slide my finger inside her.

She’s warm and wet around me, and she closes her eyes as she groans.

“This is mine.” I drip the words into her ear and, closing my eyes, slowly move my finger in and out of her. “I don’t want anyone else to see this.”

She starts to pant, and I open my eyes to watch as I pleasure her. “So be a good girl and don’t bend down, and you should be fine.”

“You approve?” she breathes.

“No, but I’m not going to stop you from wearing it. You look stunning, Anastasia.”

Enough.

I want to fuck her. But we don’t have time. And as much as I want to smudge her makeup, I’m sure she won’t appreciate it. Slowly, I withdraw my hand, and move so I’m in front of her. Gently I trace her bottom lip with the slick tip of my index finger. She puckers her scarlet lips to kiss it.

The contact echoes in my groin.

I grin. A wicked grin.

This is what I love about my girl.

She does not back down from a challenge.

I slip my finger in my mouth.

She tastes mighty fine. I lick my lips and Ana flushes.

Yes. There she is. My girl.

Grinning, I take her hand. “Come.”

Hand in hand, we head downstairs to join our guests, and I’m not immune to the admiring looks they all give my wife.

“Ana! You look like a million dollars,” Mia gushes, giving her a hug.

I release Ana and open the closet door. “Whose coat is this?” I ask, holding up a trench coat.

“Mine,” Mia says.

“Were you going to wear it?”

“Not tonight.”

“Good. Can I borrow it?”

“It’ll be a bit small for you,” Mia quips.

Ignoring her, I hold up the coat for Ana. She rolls her eyes, but acquiesces and lets me slip it on her.

Good.

She might be cold later.

And no one will see her ass.

The food at Montagna is excellent, as is—to my surprise—the conversation. It must be the company. I’ve discovered that I love watching my wife interact with people; she’s charming, funny, and smart. Well, I knew that before I married her, but today her shyness is in check and she’s making it look easy. I wonder if it’s the amount of alcohol she’s consumed that’s making her more gregarious, but right now I don’t care. I could watch her all day. She is bewitching and she offers me hope for our future together. We could do this more often: bring friends here, entertain them, enjoy time with them. I never thought that would be my thing, but maybe it is.

I’m warming more and more to Ethan. He’s passionate about his academic field and excited to be joining the postgraduate psychology program at Seattle U. “Man, you know a lot about this shit,” he says as we await dessert.

I chuckle. “I should. I’ve seen enough shrinks.”

He frowns as if he doesn’t quite believe me. “Really?”

You have no idea.

Elliot stands suddenly, his chair scraping across the floor, the noise ringing over the general level of chatter. We all turn to look at him. He’s gazing down at Kate, and she’s gazing up at him as if he’s grown an extra head. Elliot drops to one knee.