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“
I
’
m
just
going
to
rub
your
shoulders
.
”
“
Oh
…
okay
.
”
I
roll
stiffly
onto
my
front
.
I
am
so
tired
.
Christian
sits
astride
me
and
starts
to
massage
my
shoulders
.
I
groan
loudly
—
he
has
such
strong
,
knowing
fingers
.
Leaning
down
,
he
kisses
my
head
.
“
What
was
that
music
?
”
I
mumble
almost
inarticulately
.
“
It
’
s
called
Spem
in
Alium
,
a
forty
-
part
motet
by
Thomas
Tallis
.
”
“
It
was
…
overwhelming
.
”
“
I
’
ve
always
wanted
to
fuck
to
it
.
”
“
Not
another
first
,
Mr
.
Grey
?
”
“
Indeed
,
Miss
Steele
.
”
I
groan
again
as
his
fingers
work
their
magic
on
my
shoulders
.
