You've brushed your teeth," He says, staring at me."I used your toothbrush."His lips quirk up in a half smile. "Oh Anastasia Steele, what am I going to do with you?

It's because I'm pregnant, Christian."He snorts, and his mouth twists into an ironic smile. "If I knew getting you knocked up was going to make you eat, I might have done it earlier.

Subject: SundownDate: June 14 2011 09:35To: Christian GreyDear Completely & Utterly SmittenI love waking up with you, too. But I love being in bed with you and in elevators and on pianos and billiard tables and boats and desks and showers and bathtubs and strange wooden crosses with shackles and four poster beds with red satin sheets and boathouses and childhood bedrooms.YoursSex Mad and Insatiable xx

I feel the color in my cheeks rising again. I must be the color of The Communist Manifesto.

I glance down his body. He's still wearing his shorts and his shirt, and I still have my T-shirt on. Jeez-- talk about wham, bam, thank you ma'am.

Coveralls," I reply, and I know I'm no longer screening what's coming out of my mouth.He raises a eyebrow, amused yet again. "You wouldn't want to ruin your clothing." I gesture vaguely in the direction of his jeans."I could always take them off." He smirks.

We didn’t-?” I whisper, my mouth drying in mortified horror as I can’t complete the question. I stare at my hands.“Anastasia, you were comatose. Necrophilia is not my thing. I like my women sentient and receptive,” he says dryly.

From: Christian GreySubject: &*%$&*&*Date: August 23 2011 11:23To: Anastasia GreyBelieve me when I say there are a great many things he'd like to do to your ass right now. Firing you is not one of them.Christian GreyCEO & Ass man, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.

You're not celibate, then?" I breathe. Amusement lights up his eyes."No, Anastasia, I'm not celibate.