Fifty Shades Darker Book 2 - Chapter 18 Part 3
Keeping my eyes locked on his, I take the spear in my mouth, and suck, gently . . . delicately . . . on the end. The hollandaise sauce is mouthwatering. I bite down, moaning quietly in appreciation. Christian closes his eyes. Yes! When he opens them again, his pupils have dilated. The effect on me is immediate. I groan and reach out to touch his thigh. To my surprise, he uses his other hand to grab my wrist. “Oh, no you don’t, Miss Steele,” he murmurs softly. Raising my hand to his mouth, he gently brushes my knuckles with his lips, and I squirm. Finally! More, please. “Don’t touch,” he scolds me quietly, and places my hand back on my knee. It’s so frustrating—this brief unsatisfactory contact. “You don’t play fair.” I pout. “I know.” He picks up his champagne glass to propose a toast, and I mirror his actions. “Congratulations on your promotion, Miss Steele.” We clink glasses and I blush. “Yes, kind of unexpected,” I mutter. He frowns as if some unpleasant thought has crossed his mind. “Eat…
