“Merci beaucoup,” I respond.
Anastasia shivers on my lap. My fingers skate over her breast, tantalizing her. A shiver runs through her back again and she gyrates her hips on my lap, begging for some friction. With my left hand I cup her breast, and toy with it while I capture the other one with my mouth. As my thumb circle over her nipple, my right finger mirrors the action over her clitoris. I continue to tease the other nipple with my tongue, slightly sucking, and nipping. She groans. I roll and knead her nipple between my thumb and index finger, and tug the other one between my lips. My eyes are fixed on her face. She tilts her head, eyes closed, trying to absorb all the sensation.
Did she go out without telling me? Anxiety rises in my, but I decide to check the terrace and that’s where I find her. Wrapped in a bathrobe, perched on a patio chair, gazing into the city of love.
“Hi,” whisper slowly as to not to scare her. She turns around and looks at me with her big blue eyes.
Anastasia clears her throat. “Mr. Painlevé, don’t you think that statement is a little racist?” she asks.
I gaze down at her cocking my head to one side. “Your point, Mrs. Grey?” I ask with humor.
When we break our kiss, she whispers, “You’re very brazen Mr. Grey.”
“No. I decided that you've given him hard enough time yesterday, and the poor man deserved a bit of a break from you. You’re too much to handle,” I say grinning, and she bites her lip in response. I release her lip with a tug of her chin, and whisper, “Luckily, I like you that way.”
“Why…” she says and stops looking at the statue. “Why do you think that we’re all mesmerized by such beauty? Even I can’t take my eyes off of her…” she comments.
"Yes! I think you are a masterpiece. A masterpiece that belongs to me…” she whispers. “I think if they've made a statue of you, people would be gazing at him five thousand years from now and admiring the masterpiece of God’s creation that you are. I just hope the title says, ‘Mrs. Anastasia Grey’s husband’,” she says smiling brightly.
“Impressive. Size of the crew?”
He grins in response. “You’d be pleased to know that we have Satcom and cellular communication facilities, sir. We also have Wi-Fi internet access, comprehensive audio-visual systems, satellite TV, and iPod docking stations throughout the boat, Mr. Grey. Allow me to take you and Mrs. Grey around for a tour, sir!” he says indicating with his hand, ahead, and I nod.