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Are you crazy?" "Crazy for you," he whispers.

And so a pattern develops: wake, work cry. sleep. I can't even escape him in my dreams. Gray burning eyes, his lost look, his hair burnished and bright and bright all haunt me. And the music... so much music-I cannot bear to hear any music. I am careful to avoid it at all costs. Even the jingles in commercials make me shudder.

Coveralls," I reply, and I know I'm no longer screening what's coming out of my mouth. He raises a eyebrow, amused yet again. "You wouldn't want to ruin your clothing." I gesture vaguely in the direction of his jeans. "I could always take them off." He smirks.

Do you know what you mean to me?" he murmurs, "If something happened to you, because of me..." His voice trails off, his brow creasing, and the pain that flashes across his face is almost palpable. He looks so vulnerable - his fear very much apparent.

Do you want me to kiss you. Anastasia?" he whispers softly in my ear. "Yes," I breathe. "Where?" "Everywhere.

Don't cry, Ana, please," he murmurs against my mouth. "It was long ago. I am aching for you to touch me, but I just can't bear it. It's too much. Please, please don't cry.

Do you trust me Ana?" Ana! "Yes,I do."I respond spontaneously, not thinking...because it's true-I do trust him. "Well,then"he looks relieved. "The rest of this stuff is just details" "important details

From: Christian Grey Subject: &*%$&*&* Date: August 23 2011 11:23 To: Anastasia Grey Believe me when I say there are a great many things he'd like to do to your ass right now. Firing you is not one of them. Christian Grey CEO & Ass man, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.

From: Christian Grey Subject: Sunrise Date: June 14, 2011 09:23 To: Anastasia Steele I love waking up to you in the morning. Christian Grey

From: Christian Grey Subject: Shenaniwhatagans? Date: June 15, 2011 09:32 To: Anastasia Steele You don't have to work, Anastasia. You have no idea how appalled I am at my shenanigans. But I like keeping you up late ;) Please use your blackberry. Oh, and marry me, please.

He sighs. "I want to give you the world, Anastasia." "I just want you, Christian. Not all the add-ons." "They're part of the deal. Part of what I am.

Good. Until tomorrow, perhaps." I cant just leave. I have to let her know I'm interested. "Oh, and Anastasia? I'm glad Miss Kavanagh couldn't do the interview." Delighting in her stunned expression, I sling the bag over my shoulder and saunter out of the store. Yes, against my better judgement, I want her. Now I have to wait... fucking wait... again.

Hungry?" Christian murmurs so only I can hear. I know he's not referring to the food, and the muscles deep in my belly respond. "Very," I whisper, boldly meeting his gaze, and Christian's lips apart as he inhales. Ha! See... two can play at this game.

I fondle the last two charms: a letter C- oh yes, I was his first girlfriend to use his first name. I smile at the thought. And finally, there's a key. "To my heart and soul," he whispers.

I feel the color in my cheeks rising again. I must be the color of The Communist Manifesto.

If he touches me, I will succumb. I know the power he wields over me and my traitorous body. I know.

If that isn't a declaration of love, I don't know what is. And the words tumble out of me—a dam breached.

I know you’re rolling your eyes at me,” he murmurs, and I hear the trace of humor in his voice.

I glance down his body. He's still wearing his shorts and his shirt, and I still have my T-shirt on. Jeez-- talk about wham, bam, thank you ma'am.

I need you, Anastasia," he whispers. "I need you, too." And as I say the words, I am struck how true they are. I cannot imagine being without Christian, ever. "Let me love you." he says hoarsely. "Yes," I answer.

Inside, I'm doing graceful cartwheels in my head, knowing full well that's the only place I can do graceful cartwheels.

I want your world to begin and end with me," he says, his expression raw.

I just told you I didn't - and I don't like to be doubted," he scolds. "I didn't go anywhere last weekend. I sat and made the glider you gave me. Took me forever," he adds quietly.

I've never had vanilla sex before. There's a lot to be said for it. But then, maybe it's because it's with you.

I know you've always dreamed of going to Europe," he says softly. "I want to make your dreams come true, Anastasia." "You are my dreams come true, Christian." "Back at you, Mrs. Grey," he whispers.

I will never get enough of you. Don't leave me," he murmurs and kisses my belly. "I'm not going anywhere, Christian, and I seem to remember that I wanted to kiss your belly," I grumble sleepily. He grins at my skin. "Nothing stopping you baby.

Of course I do. I love you touching me, Ana. I'm like a starving man at a banquet when it comes to your touch.

It's because I'm pregnant, Christian." He snorts, and his mouth twists into an ironic smile. "If I knew getting you knocked up was going to make you eat, I might have done it earlier.

Mrs. Grey I have received three compliments on my new haircut. Compliments from my staff are new. It must be the ridiculous smile I’m wearing whenever I think about last night. You are indeed a wonderful, talented, beautiful woman. And all mine.

Pourquoi ne m'avez-vous pas dit qu'il y avait du danger avec les hommes?" Tess

Recuerdos torturantes destellan a través de mi mente, el planeador, estrechar manos, besar, la bañera, su gentileza, su humor y su oscura, amenazante, sexy mirada. Lo extraño. Han sido cinco días, cinco días de agonía que se han sentido como una eternidad.

P.S. I also note that you included the Stalker's Anthem "Every Breath You Take" I do enjoy our sense of humor, but does Dr. Flynn know?

Thank you, baby," he breathes, covering my upturned face in soft feather-light kisses. I open my eyes and gaze up at him, and he wraps his arms tighter around me. "Your cheek is pink from the baize," he murmurs, rubbing my face tenderly. "How was that?" His eyes are wide and cautious. "Teeth-clenchingly good," I mutter. "I like it rough, Christian, and I like it gentle, too. I like that it's with you." He closes his eyes and hugs me even tighter.

See, that wasn't so bad!" I grin as we tread water. Eventually he smirks at me, obviously relieved. "No, I guess it wasn't. Except I'm wet," he grumbles, but his tone is playful. 'I'm wet, too." "I like you wet." He leers.

Ten thousand dollars." I hear Lily's gasp of disbelief behind me. Oh fuck. "Fifteen" Twenty," counters Christian quietly. Twenty-five," the stranger says. "One hundred thousand dollars," he says his voice ringing clear and loud through the marquee. "What the fuck?" Lily hisses audibly behind me, and a general gasp of dismay and amusement ripple through the crowd.

You never cease to amaze me, Anastasia. After a day like today - or yesterday, rather - you're not whining or running off into the hills screaming. I am in awe of you. You're very strong." "You're a very good reason to stay," I murmur.

This is all I know, too. Perhaps together we can chart a new course.

To: Christian Grey You've made me cry again. I love the iPad. I love the songs. I love the British Library App. I love you. Goodnight. Ana xx

Where else would I be? I want to be wherever you are, Ana. Being here makes me think of how far we've come. And the night that was. I watched you fro hours. You were just... yar," he breathes. I smile against his chest.

The fuller your bladder, the more intense your orgasm, Ana.

There´s something about you and I´m finding it impossible to stay away

This is my favorite place. Buried in you," he murmurs against my skin. "Please, move," I plead. "Slow, Mrs. Grey." He flexes his hips again and pleasure radiates through me. I cup his face and kiss him, consuming him. "Love me. Please, Christian.

To: Christian Grey Dear Completely & Utterly Smitten I love waking up to you, too. But I love being in bed with you and in elevators and on pianos and billiard tables and boats and desks and showers and bathtubs and strange wooden crosses with shackels and four-poster beds with red satin sheets and boathouses and childhood bedrooms.

Trust me, They want you. They want what's mine." He pulls me against him, and I lift my arms to his shoulders, my hands in his hair, regarding him with amusement. "Mine," he repeats, his eyes glowing possessively. "Yes, yours." I reassure him, smiling.

We didn’t-?” I whisper, my mouth drying in mortified horror as I can’t complete the question. I stare at my hands. “Anastasia, you were comatose. Necrophilia is not my thing. I like my women sentient and receptive,” he says dryly.

Would you like something to eat?" I ask. He nods slowly. "Yes. You." he murmurs.

You are one brave woman," he whispers, "I am in awe of you.

You're not celibate, then?" I breathe. Amusement lights up his eyes. "No, Anastasia, I'm not celibate.

You've brushed your teeth," He says, staring at me. "I used your toothbrush." His lips quirk up in a half smile. "Oh Anastasia Steele, what am I going to do with you?

You're used of taking care to people." The edge in his voice attracts my attention, and I glance up at him. "What is it?" I ask, startled by his wary expression. "I want to take care of you." His luminous eyes glow with some unnamed emotion.