-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Э. Л. Джеймс
-
- Пятьдесят оттенков серого
-
- Стр. 529/797
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
“
Don
’
t
bother
,
”
he
says
,
and
he
bends
down
and
scoops
me
over
his
shoulder
.
I
squeal
loudly
with
shocked
surprise
,
and
he
gives
me
a
ringing
slap
on
my
behind
.
“
Keep
your
voice
down
,
”
he
growls
.
Oh
no
…
this
is
not
good
My
subconscious
is
quaking
at
the
knees
.
He
’
s
mad
about
something
—
could
be
José
,
Georgia
,
no
panties
,
biting
my
lip
.
Jeez
,
he
’
s
easy
to
rile
.
“
Where
are
we
going
?
”
I
breathe
.
“
Boathouse
,
”
he
snaps
.
I
hang
on
to
his
hips
as
I
’
m
tipped
upside
down
,
and
he
strides
purposefully
in
the
moonlight
across
the
lawn
.
“
Why
?
”
I
sound
breathless
,
bouncing
on
this
shoulder
.
“
I
need
to
be
alone
with
you
.
”
“
What
for
?
”
