Fifty Shades of Grey » CHAPTER FIVE {x}

We walk in silence down the corridor toward the
elevator. As we wait, I peek up at him through
my lashes, and he looks out of the corner of his eyes down at me. I smile, and his lips twitch.

The elevator arrives, and we step in. We're
alone. Suddenly, for some inexplicable reason,
possibly our proximity in such an enclosed
space, the atmosphere between us changes,
charging with an electric, exhilarating anticipation.
My breathing alters as my heart races. His head
turns fractionally toward me, his eyes darkest
slate. I bite my lip.

"Oh, fuck the paperwork," he growls. He lunges
at me, pushing me against the wall of the
elevator. Before I know it, he's got both of my hands in one of his in a vice-like grip above my
head, and he's pinning me to the wall using his
hips. Holy shit. His other hand grabs my ponytail
and yanks down, bringing my face up, and his
lips are on mine. It's only just not painful. I
moan into his mouth, giving his tongue an opening. He takes full advantage, his tongue
expertly exploring my mouth. I have never been
kissed like this.

My tongue tentatively strokes his and joins his in
a slow erotic dance that's all about touch and sen-
sation, 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.

"You. Are. So. Sweet," he murmurs, each word a

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