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Read Fifty Shades Freed (Fifty Shades #3) online free from your iPhone, iPad, android, Pc, Mobile. Fifty Shades Freed is a Romance novel by E.L. James. E L James is currently working on the sequel to Fifty Shades of Grey and a . company, reading a classic British novel, curled up in a chair in the campus library. CHAPTER I can barely breathe. Do I want to hear this? Christian closes his eyes and swallows. When he opens them again, they are bright.

Holy cow, he really does love me. Maybe we could ask her to incorporate it into the house a little more sympathetically. What about the plans for upstairs and the basement? I steel myself to ask the million-dollar question. I shrug. After all, this will be a family home.

It could be years. He grins. We have sat here three, maybe four times total, and Christian usually reads a book. I curl up beside him on the couch, tucking my legs beneath me and resting my head against his shoulder.

He switches on the flat-screen television with the remote and flicks mindlessly through the channels. He shakes his head. He stops the endless flicking, leaving the TV on an over lit Spanish soap opera. When was the last time you made out in front of the TV? He shrugs and shakes his head. Pressing the remote again, he flicks through another few channels before settling on an old episode of The X-Files. Making out was not one of them. Who with?

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I do not want to have this discussion. I gaze down at my knotted fingers. He gently covers my hands with one of his.

So I can beat whoever it was to a pulp. I giggle again. He shrugs. I mean—given your lack of experience. I want to know. Is this going to make him mad, or does he genuinely want to know? I was in tenth grade. His name was Bradley, and he was my lab partner in physics. He slides smoothly on top of me, trapping me beneath him, one leg between mine. He grabs my hands and raises them above my head. He plants soft kisses at the corner of my mouth. He releases one of his hands so that he can clasp my chin and hold me still while his tongue invades my mouth, and I surrender to his ardent kissing.

Releasing my chin, he runs his hand down over my body and back up to my breast. Touch you like this? His hand moves down across my ribs, past my waist to my hip. He takes my earlobe between his teeth and gently tugs.

Christian pauses, leans up, and presses mute on the remote. He gazes down at me. Did he make it past second base? Turned on? He shifts to my side and slides his hand beneath my sweatpants. Christian smiles wickedly. I approve. Christian stills. No sex.

He pushes his finger into my mouth, mirroring what he was doing a moment earlier. He thrusts, once, twice, and again. I gasp as the material of my sweatpants rubs in just the right way. He pushes once more, grinding into me.

His hand moves back to concentrate on my nipple once more and his teeth scrape along my jaw. I open my mouth to articulate a response and fail miserably, groaning loudly. He captures my mouth once more, tugging at my bottom lip with his teeth before plunging his tongue into my mouth again. He releases my other wrist and my hands travel greedily up his shoulders and into his hair as he kisses me.

When I pull on his hair, he groans and raises his eyes to mine. He stops grinding against me. I love you touching me, Ana. Holy cow. He kneels between my legs and drags me up to haul off my top.

Grabbing the hem of his shirt, he yanks it over his head and tosses it on the floor, then pulls me onto his kneeling lap, his arms clasped just above my behind. Oh my. Tentatively I reach up and brush the tips of my fingers through the smattering of chest hair over his sternum, over his burn scars. He watches me intently as my fingers float delicately over his skin, first to one nipple and then the other.

They pucker beneath my caress. Leaning forward, I plant soft kisses on his chest, and my hands move to his shoulders, feeling the hard, sculptured lines of sinew and muscle. My fingers move into his hair, pulling his head back so I can claim his mouth, fire licking hot and high in my belly.

He groans and pushes me back onto the couch. He sits up and rips off my sweatpants, undoing his fly at the same time.

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I lay sprawled on his chest. He laughs. I look up to stare at the television screen where the end credits for The XFiles play. Christian reaches for the remote and switches the sound back on. Christian as a kid. I shut my eyes and let the sun warm my skin. I beam at my husband. I am married. I am Mrs. Christian Grey. I am giddy with joy. Holy crap. How does he do this, even here with all these people staring at us? I nod mutely. Jeez, I hope no one can hear us. Luckily Reverend Walsh has discreetly stepped back.

I glance at the throng gathered in their wedding finery. Who knew that even Elliot could scrub up so well? All wear huge, beaming smiles—except Grace, who weeps graciously into a dainty white handkerchief. I melt. He looks divine in a simple black tux with silver waistcoat and tie. Later the wedding party is in full swing. Carrick and Grace have gone to town. They have the marquee set up again and beautifully decorated in pale pink, silver, and ivory with its sides open, facing the bay.

We have been blessed with fine weather, and the late afternoon sun shines over the water. Ray and my mother are dancing and laughing with each other.

I feel bittersweet watching them together. I hope Christian and I last longer. Marry in haste, repent at leisure.

The saying haunts me. Kate is beside me, looking so beautiful in her long silk gown. She glances at me and frowns. Are you watching your mom and Ray? I love him so much. I giggle. Trust Kate to point out the obvious.

She pulls me into a Katherine Kavanagh Special Hug. You look stunning, Anastasia. I love that the lace is just off the shoulder—demure, yet alluring, I hope.

He bends and kisses me. Such lovebirds. And I think you can call me Grandma. Now, you two seriously need to get working on my great-grandkids. Christian blinks at her in horror. He glances back at me, practically pouting, and rolls his eyes. I think I monopolized too much of your time on the dance floor as it is.

If you need me. Good luck with everything. He frowns, not understanding, and tugs gently on my hand, halting me. His eyes light up. I flush and let go of his hand. You look beautiful. And I want to be the one to undress you. I frown. Taylor has your main suitcase.

Neither Mia nor Kate has managed to inveigle the information out of him. I turn to where my mother and Kate are hovering nearby. Her brow furrows briefly. Kate tries to disguise her snort as a cough. I narrow my eyes at her. Neither she nor my mother have any idea of the fight Christian and I had about that.

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Kate rolls her eyes and tactfully moves away to leave us alone. Oh, Mom! Beginning a new life. Christian is from a different universe, if only she knew.

He looks so dapper in his black tux and pale pink waistcoat. Tears prick the back of my eyes. Oh no. You make one hell of a bride, Annie. When he releases me, Christian is back at my side. Ray shakes his hand warmly. The rest of the wedding guests have formed a long human arch for us to travel through, leading round to the front of the house. Waiting with smiles and hugs at the end of the arch are Grace and Carrick.

In turn they hug and kiss us both. Grace is emotional again as we bid them hasty good-byes. Taylor is waiting to whisk us away in the Audi SUV. As Christian holds the car door open for me, I turn and toss my bouquet of white and pink roses into the crowd of young women that has gathered. Mia triumphantly holds it aloft, grinning from ear to ear. Taylor holds the car door open for him. As Taylor pulls away, our wedding guests shower the vehicle with rice.

Christian grasps my hand and kisses my knuckles. Where are we going? Taylor does not head for the departure terminal as I expect but through a security gate and directly on to the tarmac. Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc. They have a brief discussion, then Christian opens my door—and rather than stepping back to give me room to climb out, he leans in and lifts me.

He carries me effortlessly up the steps, and Taylor follows with my small suitcase. He leaves it on the threshold of the plane before returning to the Audi. Beside Stephan stands a dark-haired woman in her what? Early thirties? Anastasia, you know Stephan. I want to roll my eyes. Another female completely captivated by my too-handsome-for-his-owngood husband. I smile kindly at her. After all—he is mine. The interior is all pale maple wood and pale cream leather.

Another young woman in uniform stands at the other end of the cabin—a very pretty brunette. Weather is good from here to Boston. Taking my hand, he leads me to one of the sumptuous leather seats.

There must be about twelve of them in total. We sit in two single seats facing each other with a small, highly polished table between us.

The champagne is delicious. Your graduation. He looks like a small boy. His grin broadens and he shakes his head. I gasp. Holy cow. I can hardly believe it.

My lifetime ambition has been to visit England. Oh my. As the plane taxis out on to the runway, we sip our champagne, grinning inanely at each other. And what a feast it is—smoked salmon, followed by roast partridge with a green bean salad and dauphinoise potatoes, all cooked and served by the ever-efficient Natalia.

He shakes his head and runs his finger across his bottom lip as he looks questioningly at me, his expression dark and unreadable. His lips curl up in a small, secret smile and Natalia retreats. He leads me to the back of the cabin. The cabin is cream and maple wood and the small double bed is covered in gold and taupe cushions. It looks very comfortable. Christian turns and pulls me into his arms, gazing down at me. I gape at him, my heart pounding.

He takes my breath away. How can he infuse so much promise into those two words? Willingly I comply and his hands move to my hair. Gently he pulls out each hairpin one at a time, his expert fingers making short work of the task.

My hair falls in swathes over my shoulders, one lock at a time, covering my back and down to my breasts. After our long, tiring but exciting day, I want him—all of him. When my hair is free of pins, he runs his fingers through it, gently massaging my scalp. I close my eyes and savor the sensation. His fingers travel on down, and he tugs, tilting my head back to expose my throat. I groan. He sweeps my hair over my shoulder and trails a finger across the top of my back from shoulder to shoulder following the lace edge of my dress.

I shiver in anticipation. He plants a tender kiss on my back above the first button on my dress. I close my eyes and tilt my head, giving him easier access to my neck, and I fall further under the spell that is Christian Grey, my husband.

He peels my dress down my arms so that it pools at my feet in a cloud of ivory silk and lace. I do so and he gasps. He just gazes at me, his eyes wide with want.

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