Nidy

“Good evening, Mrs. Grey," Christian says softly. He's standing by the piano, dressed in a tight black T-shirt, and jeans...those jeans- the ones he wore in the playroom. Oh my. They are over washed pale-blue denim, snug, ripped at the knee and hot. He saunters over to me, his feet bare, the top button of the jeans undone, his smoldering eyes never leaving mine. "Good to have you home. I've been waiting for you.”
― E.L. James, Fifty Shades Freed

“Christian, you had me at the meadow.”
― E.L. James, Fifty Shades Darker

“You know, you’re topping from the bottom,” he murmurs against my lips.
“What?” I don’t understand what he’s talking about.
“Don’t worry. I’ll live with it,” he whispers, amused...”
― E.L. James, Fifty Shades Freed

“My inner goddes has her sequins on and is warming up to dance the rumba.”
― E.L. James, Fifty Shades Freed