“What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction.”

“For the first time in twenty-one years, I want to be kissed. I want to feel his mouth on mine.”

“Please him! He wants me to please him! I think my mouth drops open. Please Christian Grey. And I realize, in that moment, that yes, that's exactly what I want to do. I want him to be damned delighted with me.”

“Are you gay, Mr. Grey?" He inhales sharply, and I cringe, mortified. Crap. Why didn't I employ some kind of filter before I read this straight out? How can I tell him I'm just reading the questions? Damn Kate and her curiosity!"No Anastasia, I'm not." He raises his eyebrows, a cool gleam in his eyes. He does not look pleased.”

“I want to bite this lip,” he murmurs against my mouth, and carefully he tugs at it with his teeth.”

“Your stepfather? I'd like to meet him."Oh no... why?"I'm not sure that's a good idea."Christian unlocks the door, his mouth in a grim line."Are you ashamed of me?""No!" It's my turn to sound exasperated. "Introduce you to my dad as what? 'This is the man who deflowered me and wants to start a BDSM relationship'. You're not wearing running shoes.”

“I like to make the odd impromptu visit. It keeps management on their toes, wives in their place. You know." He shrugs, his mouth set in an arrogant line.”