“I was Mrs. Taylor yesterday.” I grin at Taylor, who flushes. “That has a nice ring to it, Miss Steele,” Taylor says… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“The first dance will be with me, okay? And it won't be on the dance floor," he murmurs lasciviously into my ear.… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“He moves suddenly so that his hand is cupping my sex, and one of his fingers sinks slowly into me. His other… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
