“You’re very distracting.” Christian grazes his teeth along my lower lip. “But
I’m not sure I want the good people of Monte Carlo to see my wife in the throes
of passion.”
I run my teeth along his jaw, his stubble tickly against my tongue, not caring
a dime for the good people of Monte Carlo.
“Ana,” he groans. He wraps my ponytail around his wrist and tugs gently,
tilting my head back, exposing my throat. He trails kisses from my ear down my
neck.
“Shall I take you in the sea?” he breathes.
“Yes,” I whisper.
Christian pulls away and gazes down at me, his eyes warm, wanting, and
amused. “Mrs. Grey, you’re insatiable and so brazen. What sort of monster have I
created?”
“A monster fit for you. Would you have me any other way?”
“I’ll take you any way I can get you, you know that. But not right now. Not
with an audience.” He jerks his head toward the shore.
What?
Sure enough, several sunbathers on the beach have abandoned their indifference
and now regard us with interest. Suddenly, Christian grabs me around my
waist and launches me into the air, letting me fall into the water and sink beneath
the waves to the soft sand below. I surface, coughing, spluttering and giggling.
“Christian!” I scold, glaring at him. I thought we were going to make love in
the sea . . . and chalk up yet another first. He bites his lower lip to stifle his
amusement. I splash him, and he splashes me right back.
“We have all night,” he says, grinning like a fool. “Laters, baby.” He dives
beneath the sea and surfaces three feet away from me, then in a fluid, graceful
crawl, swims away from the shore, away from me.
Gah! Playful, tantalizing Fifty! I shield my eyes from the sun as I watch him
go. He’s such a tease . . . what can I do to get him back? While I swim back to the
shore, I contemplate my options. At the sun loungers our drinks have arrived, and
I take a quick sip of Coke. Christian is a faint speck in the distance.
Hmm . . . I lie down on my front and, fumbling with the straps, take my bikini
top off and toss it casually onto Christian’s sun lounger. There . . . see how brazen
I can be, Mr. Grey. Put this in your pipe and smoke it.