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‘’My tongue tentatively

strokes his and joins his in a slow erotic dance that’s all

about touch and sensation, all bump and grind. He brings

his hand up to grasp my chin and holds me in place. I am

helpless, my hands pinned, my face held, and his hips

restraining me. . I feel his erection against my belly. Oh

my… He wants me. Christian Grey, Greek god, wants me,

and I want him, here… now, in the elevator.’’

Just a normal book I read at 3o’clock in in the morning.