Dakota Johnson 50 Shades Of Grey Novels & Stories

Pretending to brush him off, I walk to our dresser before removing the towel, leaving me completely naked. I pull on my shorts, not minding wearing a boxer. I wear my plain grey shirt after putting on some deodorant spray. I turned around to face him and was welcomed by his flushed face with eyes throwing death glares at me. I shrugged my shoulders, making him fume even more. I walk towards him while staring straight into his eyes before hopping on the bed. His body bounced, and the bed shook with my sudden movements. Slowly, I crawled near him, and I removed the comforter covering his small complexion. He tried to get up, but I pulled him by his feet in a swift before putting it on my hips.

Cold water splashed against my bare legs. Wet skin wasn’t the only thing soaking beneath the waves. I was wet somewhere else too. Rough fingers slipped beneath my skirt until his hand settled directly over my core, feeling its shape through my panties. The moment my body relaxed helplessly against his chest, it felt like consciousness itself had started fading away. “You filthy bastard... I can’t see straight.” Harsh pressure crushed my clit, making my hand grab the arm steering the jet ski.

His muscles bulging out of the grey short-sleeved shirt he wore. He sensed my presence as if by magic, his body stiffened and immediately turned, eyes jiggering around as if looking for someone. Finally, his gaze landed on me, his eyes widened a fraction. He looked as handsome as ever, his grey eyes matching perfectly with his grey shirt. This time his hair was cut a little lower than usual. Hm, who knew a taper fade would fit him so well. ''Sky?'' He crooked, his voice coming out only as a whisper. His voice. Its been a long time since I heard his voice. It sounded much more mature.

Just me, wet and ready. Jax opened the door looking fresh out of the shower. His hair was still damp and he had on gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips. That V line on his stomach made my mouth water. He looked me up and down slowly. "Lila. You really came," he said, voice deep and rough. He stepped aside to let me in. I walked past him, making sure my ass brushed against him. I held up the toolbox. "Uncle left this. Figured I would bring it by."

"Let go!" Jade was frightened by her gaze and let go of her hand. Diana coldly snorted, stretched out her hand, and pulled her arm away from Jade's grip. She was about to approach Jade when she suddenly saw a familiar figure appear by the stairs. It was John! Due to being at home, he was dressed casually with a few buttons on his shirt undone, revealing his sexy collarbone. He wore a pair of gray casual pants and had a careless and relaxed demeanor. This man was so handsome, no matter what he wore! Diana silently swallowed her saliva.

' Now, for some reason, it sends a jolt of excitement coursing through my veins. "She wishes to kill me?" I mull out loud, unable to restrain the smile coming on. Perhaps, the sight of that sentence had triggered the psychotic part of me. "What are you doing?!" I turn around, just in time for Dakota to snatch the journal right out of my hands. "You just invaded my privacy, Dashiell!" She snaps, tucking the book into her black handbag. She's wearing a large black T-shirt that barely covers her ass, and her red hair is still a little wet.

she flashes me a mischievous wink. Gracefully jumping from the freshly made bed, Dakota skips towards me before leading me over to the vanity table. Pulling out the chair, she pats the cushioned seat, signalling for me to sit down so that she can get to work while picking up a hairdryer with her free hand. Treading carefully across Dakota’s good graces, I comply after shuffling the chair away from the table and out of the mirror's reach; proceeding to unwind the dampening towel wrapped around my head. Placing her phone in the back pocket of her shorts, I watch as concentration consumes Dakota’s face—with her eyes squinting while she pokes out her tongue, she brushes my hair softly; drying it

Just one of them could bring a normal woman to her knees and together they would reduce her to a quivering pile. Jordan was shorter than Jack and kept his blonde hair impossibly short. But it was his eyes that had attracted me to him at first. One look from those steel-gray eyes and a sub would drop to her knees immediately. From what I could see of Jack's eyes, they were very dark almost black and were the cause of the shivers I felt down my back at first sight. Instead of being turned off by them, I found myself intrigued.

She paused for a second before continuing, “Local police were summoned by Mr. Dawson himself at approximately 5:34 a.m., after finding the bloodied corpse with a blade jammed into his mouth, shoot multiple times and a note pinned to his chest reading: 'For the fire she rose from.“ I sat upright, the sheets falling from my chest, revealing the bruises Shane had marked me with like trophies. My lips curled, not in horror nor guilt But in satisfaction. I barely heard the sound of the shower shutting off until Shane’s silhouette walked out, towel slung low on his hips, water still dripping from his inked chest. He raised a brow at the screen, then at me, smirking with the confidence of a man who

'I want to have her, Delilah,' Daniel whispered in his heart. GREY'S APARTMENT Grey has just returned from dropping off his boss James Harristian at his luxurious Penthouse. He opened his shirt and took it off before placing it in a basket filled with dirty clothes. Still undressed, Grey sat on the edge of the bed and ran a hand through his hair a few times. His elbows then pressed against the tips of his knees and his eyes fell on the carpeted floor. Grey has been alone for a long time. Too long, though. Since he became a member of Daga Nero, Grey had less time to date, especially when he was James' assistant. James had even offered some pretty women to choose from in Dubrich, but Grey alwa