Fifty Shades of Grey (Fifty Shades, Book 1)

“Aren’t we going to continue?” “Continue what?” “This game.” His voice was so low it seemed to crawl to her over the flagstones, then shiver up through the soles of her feet. “Am I a Russian prince? No. Is my favorite color yellow? No. Would I object if you were to come inside and remove every stitch of your damp clothing?” His voice did the imposs

“Meaning if we’re here, and I want to press you into the countertop and see what you taste like, then I can try that.” My stomach swoops low. He nuzzles my knee. “If you want.” “Is that what you want?” “Obviously.”