Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian novel Chapter 198

“What do you want to do?”

Is this a trick question?

I raise a brow, amused. “What I always want to do.”

“And that is?”

“Mrs. Grey, don’t be coy.”

She purses her lips with her secret smile and, reaching across the table, grasps my hand and turns it over. With great care, she skates her index finger over my palm, which tingles in response. It’s an odd feeling that takes my breath away.

“I’d like you to touch me with this.” Her voice is low and provocative as her fingertip continues brushing over my index finger.

Her touch echoes. Everywhere.

Fuck.

I shift in my chair. “Just that?”

“Maybe this.” She traces a line along my middle finger and back to my palm. “And this.” She weaves a path up to my wedding ring. “Definitely this.” She stops, her finger pressed against my platinum ring. “This is very sexy.”

“Is it, now?”

“It sure is. It says ‘this man is mine.’”

Hell. I’m hard.

Yes. Ana. Yours.

Using her fingernail, she outlines the small callus that’s formed where my palm rubs against my ring, her eyes on mine. Her pupils dilate—the dark overcoming the bright blue.

She beguiles me.

Leaning forward, I capture her chin in my hand. “Mrs. Grey, are you seducing me?”

“I hope so.”

“Anastasia, I’m a given.” Always. “Come here.” I pull her into my lap and hold her. “I like having unfettered access to you.” To prove it, I run my hand up her naked thigh to her behind, then clasping the nape of her neck with my other hand, I angle her head and kiss her. Thoroughly. Exploring her mouth and savoring the feel of her tongue against mine, as her fingers find my hair.

She tastes of apple pie and Ana.

With a hint of fine Chablis.

It’s a stimulating combination in every sense. We’re both breathing hard when I pull away. “Let’s go to bed,” I whisper against her lips.

“Bed?” she scoffs.

Oh!

I lean back and tug her hair so I’m looking directly into her eyes. “Where would you prefer, Mrs. Grey?”

She shrugs, nonchalant. Challenging. “Surprise me.”

“You’re feisty this evening.” I run my nose down hers while a list of possibilities forms in my mind.

“Maybe I need to be restrained.”

“Maybe you do. You’re getting mighty bossy in your old age.”

“What are you going to do about it?” She squares her shoulders, in that way she does, ready for battle.

Oh, Ana. “I know what I’d like to do about it. Depends if you’re up to it.”

“Oh, Mr. Grey, you’ve been very gentle with me these last couple of days. I’m not made of glass, you know.”

“You don’t like gentle?”

“With you, of course. But you know…variety is the spice of life.” She flutters her eyelashes.

“You’re after something less gentle?”

“Something life-affirming.”

Wow. “Life-affirming?” Astonished, I gaze at her, as all manner of sexual scenarios pop most welcome into my mind. She nods, gazing into my eyes and teasing her lower lip with her teeth.

On purpose.

She’s goading me.