A/N: This Holiday-ish one-shot was inspired by the lovely ladies in the Write For You group! Enjoy!


I spin around in my chair, my feet swinging back and forth as I wait for six pm. Just three more hours till I can get the hell out of here and get drinks with Kate and Jose.

It was that time of year that everyone loved, but I hated.

'Tis the season to be jolly and all that shit.

More like 'tis the season to spike my Starbucks.

Retail during the holidays could blow me. Even though I didn't get up close and personal with too many people, as I spent most of the day hiding in my office, I still had to make a few appearances floating around the Neiman Marcus sales floor, spreading Christmas cheer and all that jazz.

I take a long sip of my coffee wishing that Baileys would manifest inside when my door opens and my best friend walks in and sits on the white leather loveseat in my office. "Can't you knock? I could have had a client in here." I roll my eyes as I click off the Neiman Marcus website and more importantly the Christian Louboutins that would be ridiculously cheap on the employee Christmas sale coming up.

The sale that was basically "Merry Christmas and thank you for selling us your soul and sorry for fueling your alcoholism this holiday season. Here's cheap shit."

"I thought you didn't have an appointment till four?" She looks at her diamond Chanel watch, a gift from her father— or daddy… they were very different people and I constantly got confused on who got her what. "You have got to come to the floor, you won't believe who's in the store." She asks without taking a breath after her first question. She plops down on my couch, propping her feet on my coffee table and the fashion magazines littering the surface.

"Who?" I ask, my eyes wild with intrigue. For Kate to take a trek upstairs from her office this had to be big. Kate was another personal shopper but she spent more time on the sales floor than in her office, something I could never understand. She liked people, or whatever.

"Christian Grey." I see her pulling up a picture as I'm sure she knows I have no idea who that is.

"Who's that?" I ask and she puts her hand up signaling one second.

"Only the most gorgeous man in Seattle."

"You've got my interest."

She turns her phone around and the wind is almost knocked out of me. I rip her phone from her hands, my eyes glued to the perfect specimen on the screen. "Holy shit, who is that?"

"I think it's Mia Grey's brother." She says and I groan.

Mia Grey, aka every sales associates nightmare. She was an indecisive, spoiled, pain in the ass who I didn't have the patience or the self-control to deal with.

"If it is he's probably working with Caroline." I shrug.

"Who cares who he's shopping with do you want to see the most gorgeous man you've ever seen in your life or no? Jose has already taken about one hundred pics."

I look down at my phone and sure enough my phone is blowing up with texts from Jose. I open up the text and I swear the pictures from the internet didn't do this man any justice. God, Jose you have no shame. I giggle as I swipe through the countless stalker photos he's taken of the gorgeous specimen loose in our store. "Jose didn't peep a ring either." I say a smirk playing on my lips.

"He's definitely single. He's never been photographed in the Society pages."

"How do you even know this?" I ask as I reapply the red lip stain to my lips and pucker them in the mirror.

"I know everything."

I roll my eyes at my best friend's knowledge of every eligible bachelor in a 100-mile radius. "How does Mike feel about that?" I ask her referring to her boyfriend that kept her more than spoiled.

She looks at her nails and rolls her eyes. "Stop stalling. He's hot and single and— "

"Probably shopping for a woman." I was more than used to it. Men that came in to shop for their wives and girlfriends at the same time. Maybe Christian Grey wasn't married but he certainly wasn't single. It was the holidays and my guess is he was shopping for a harem of women.

"Why are you being such a twat right now?"

"Because I have to leave my office and I'm tired." I lie my head down on the desk and shut my eyes willing six pm to get here faster. As hot as this man was, I didn't have the energy to be chasing him around a five story floor building. Who knows where he even is now. "And why am I even going to torture myself by looking for a hot man I can't have sex with? It's like putting a starving girl at a buffet and telling her she can't eat."

The holiday season does a number on my sex life every year like clockwork. I work insane hours every weekend and the second I step off Neiman Marcus grounds at night, I usually find myself at a bar with my friends with "don't fucking talk to me" vibes radiating from me. I'm the furthest from approachable, making it my driest spell of the year.

If I'm not there, I'm burrowed on my couch with Kate drinking wine from the bottle counting down the minutes with trepidation till we have to be back at work the next morning.

I know, bah humbug.

As if the Gods, Jose and Kate were all against me, I get a text message with a picture attached.

"He's in Chanel, come on girl." She stands up and pulls me out of my chair and out of my office before we make our way onto the floor.

A brief elevator ride later we are walking through the handbag section and find ourselves in front of the Chanel store. Andrea Parker runs the space with an iron fist but in the most benevolent way.

Well at least when it came to me as I was usually the one holding her hair when she was puking up tequila shots. And I've kept her secret that she was currently sleeping with one of her clients… a married politician on the path for governor of Washington. She had met him last year when he was picking out a five year anniversary gift for his wife.

It was all so cliché I could scream.

"Steele, do you need something?" I hear her ask me. She cranes her neck around what I assume to be the man I'm looking for and she shoots me a subtle wink when he turns his head to look at me.

As if time stands still, his grey eyes finds mine and they rake over me from my feet to my eyes rendering me almost speechless. I'm grateful I'd had the oversight to switch out of my flat Gucci mules and into my Valentino pumps that gave my legs something extra. In the process of him seemingly eye fucking me, I take a moment to do the same, my eyes sweeping down his body in admiration. The Cuccinelli threads donning his perfect body easily cost four thousand dollars down to the Prada loafers on his feet.

Most of the time when I spot a well-dressed man, I wonder who was dressing them and if I could swipe them from their sales associate but right now I couldn't give a fuck about anything except if I could UNdress him. I bite my lip momentarily and when my eyes meet his, one eyebrow has raised in intrigue and his lips have formed a sexy, smug smirk.

Ugh, Ana. Get your shit together.

Remembering Andrea's question, I strut into the boutique as if I hadn't been blatantly undressing a customer with my eyes. "I just need something for an appointment" I try to ignore the gorgeous elephant in the room as I pretend to look for something on the far side of the boutique.

After a few moments of trying to calm my racing heart, I hear "So what do you think?"

I turn to look at him, praying that my cheeks haven't turned an embarrassing shade of red and that he can't hear my thoughts. "Pardon me?"

"I'm supposed to be shopping for my sister." So, girlfriend. I think inwardly. "She's impossible."

I put on my most professional smile and take a few steps towards him. I immediately regret my choice when his cologne surrounds me. I smell it on me everywhere. I can almost feel it in my bones. It's a fucking head trip that I hadn't counted on. I back away slowly and move around the counter to stand with Andrea, putting some space and a fixture in between me and the man whose body I want to explore— with my mouth. "Wow, nice brother. Now I know what I've been missing out on being an only child." I nod. "It's a good gift." I tell him simply.

"Yeah, she's got me wrapped her around her finger."

I resist the urge to snort. Yeah, I'll bet. "It's a good choice. You can't go wrong with Chanel."

"That's what my mother said."

Laying it on thick, huh? I saw the way he was looking at me. He wants me. But who is this gift really for?

"I'll just go box these up for you, Mr. Grey." Andrea says before she floats away trying to contain the smile breaking out of over her face. I look at the spread. So, he's got money to burn huh.

"So, Steele, huh? Tough childhood?" He says breaking me of my calculations.

I cross my hands over my chest. For some reason I'm feeling vulnerable, exposed, and I want an extra layer of protection over my heart. He's unnerving me with just a look. "It's my last name."

"And your first?" I narrow my eyes at him, with a hint of flirtation behind them. I never flirt with customers even when they flirt first. It's a rule I live by. But this man has me wanting to break every rule. "Oh, come on. I want to know what name to say when I'm coming down your throat."

My eyebrows shoot so high I wouldn't be surprised if they physically touched my hairline. "Mr. Grey." I let a nervous chuckle slip through my lips. I'm trying to be offended but truth be told the only thing I find offensive is the environment he uttered his sinful words. If this was any other time or place I'd already be on my knees. I'm around the counter in attempts to leave the area when I feel a hand around my wrist and a gentle squeeze.

"I never say things like that, and I apologize. But… you have to be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my entire life."

"You must say that to all the girls." I tell him as I peel his fingers from my skin. "And is that how you do it? With vulgar, tacky come ons?"

"You reacted to it."

"I'm offended."

"You're intrigued."

"I am certainly not."

"You think I don't know when a woman is interested. The look in her eyes? You even scared your poor coworker away. How long does it take to wrap a few boxes anyway?"

I swallow, wondering just how obvious I was in my ogling. "I appreciate a man who can dress. Obviously." I add as an afterthought.

He narrows his eyes at me as if he's unconvinced. "So where do you work here?" He asks, changing the subject, but I can't deny the moisture between my legs still fresh from his sexy comment.

"Upstairs."

"Where specifically."

"I'm a consultant."

"Ah. A personal shopper." I nod. "So, you have an office."

"I do."

"With a door?"

"A window too." I add.

"I mean a door that shuts, one with your own dressing room?"

"I know where you're going with this. And I'm not sure where you got the idea that I was that kind of girl. Frankly, you're being inappropriate."

"That's cute."

"Excuse me?"

"Pretending to appear affronted."

"I'm not pretending."

He looks around the small empty space and turns back to me, his hands ghosting over his lips, a smirk peeking between his fingers.

"I think I'd like a new suit. If I needed to try it on, I was hoping to use your office."

"Men's suiting is on floor five." I completely ignore the second part knowing that if this man dropped trou in my presence, it would be game over.

"Care to help?"

"Not really."

"Can you talk to me like that?"

"I think we are far past formalities."

"Here we are, sorry about that." Andrea says as she bounces through the room with three shopping bags.

"Not a problem, I was just talking to the lovely Miss Steele. She's going to help me with a suit."

My eyes snap to his and my teeth bite my bottom lip as I try to prevent myself from making a sarcastic remark. His eyes flash to my lips and they narrow hungrily. I immediately release my lip under his gaze, moisture pooling between my legs again. These La Perla panties are fucked. "Oh great, Ana is one of our best shoppers. There's a waitlist a mile long to work with her, you must have made an impression." She giggles and I shoot her a look to shut the fuck up.

"Oh, I hope to." He smiles. "Shall we, Ana?"


I glide my hands along his shoulder and down his sides as he holds his hands out away from his body. "This looks great." He tells me.

"I'm good at my job." I quip. I'm on my knees behind him, making sure that everything fits correctly. I resist the urge to touch him any more than necessary but the need gets to be too great as I'm faced with the best ass that's ever been in a pair of slacks. I let out a breath as I stand up. "I think it's perfect."

"I'll take it." He tells me.

"Good choice. You look like a million bucks."

"Are you trying to offend me now?" I narrow my eyes wondering what he means. "I would hope I'd look like at least a billion given that I'm worth that." He clarifies.

My mouth drops open but I recover quickly, my mouth snapping closed. "If you're trying to impress me, you're failing."

"I'm not trying to impress you."

"What are you doing then?"

"It's not obvious?"

"No."

"Have dinner with me then. I'll try to make my intentions a little more clear."

"I don't date my clients."

"I'm a client now?"

"Try the second you asked me to come with you to suiting."

"Okay I'll level with you."

"Mmhm?"

"I want to have sex with you."

"That much is obvious."

"I want to eat your pussy till you scream." I swallow as he takes a step closer to me his cologne surrounding me yet again and hindering my ability to focus. "I want to lap up everything your body has to offer the second you orgasm. I want to use this pretty little body for my pleasure." He draws his hand up my side before sticking his hand up my skirt and cupping me possessively.

I'm not shocked that he did it, more so that I let him so easily.

"You'd be my good little slut, wouldn't you?"

I'd never been called that before, and somewhere deep inside of me, I feel a spike in my heart rate. Fuck. Stop this.

I push his hand out from between my legs and move backwards. "Mr. Grey."

"Christian," he corrects me.

"Christian I don't— understand this game you're playing. And in a twisted way I'll admit that I'm flattered but I'm really not the girl for this. Hell, I could find you another sales rep in 15 that would be."

"She wouldn't be you though." He tells me. I feel my toes curl slightly in my pumps, my body begging me to give into the power that this man so obviously has over it. Let him make good on his promise, Ana. Let him make you come.

"What's so special about me?"

"Not sure. I was hoping your mouth around my cock would give me clarity."

I don't even try to stop the unlady like snort that escapes me. "I've never done anything remotely sexual here, and I certainly don't plan to start now with a man I hardly know."

"'Tis the season."

"To what? Be a ho ho ho?"

"Cute." He looks around my room before letting his eyes fall on me. "I want to touch your pussy."

"People in hell want ice water. Try again."

"I want to kiss you."

"Which lips?" I raise an eyebrow at him and mischief flares in his eyes, his head thrown back in a hearty laugh.

"I meant on these." He says brushing his thumb over my bottom lip. "I've been thinking about biting this for the past hour. Do you know how much you bite this fucking lip?"

His hand falls from my lip that is currently tingling from his touch. It runs down my body and I shiver in response before taking a step back. "Mr. Grey…"

"Christian," he corrects again. Why won't he let me keep an iota of professionalism?

"Christian, I-" the words fail me as I watch him slide his jacket off of his arms. I swallow, desperate to try and create some moisture in my mouth as it's running dry.

"Tell me you don't want this." His voice is low, seductive, rich and I feel my resolve weakening as he circles me like I'm his prey. "If you don't, I'll leave. Pay for my suit and never bother you again." Wait wait wait, let's not make any hasty decisions here.

I'm silent, so he continues, as he moves so that we are face to face with each other. "But I saw the way you looked at me." He smiles. "The sparks flew between us instantly."

"I can't deny that there's an- attraction."

"Sit." He tells me.

"Where?" I ask and I immediately regret it. I think it's regret I'm feeling? Or maybe it's excitement. Pure unbridled lust.

"On your desk." I do as he says, crossing one leg over the other in an effort to prevent my skirt from riding up further.

"Hike your skirt up and spread your legs." I hesitate and he gives me a sexy smirk. "Should I do it for you?"

His eyes are playful and yet there's also a hint of darkness lurking behind his grey orbs. A darkness that I want to walk blindly through as I fumble around for the light switch. "Yes please." I tell him. He takes a few steps towards me, towering over me as his hands find my legs and part them slowly to stand between them. He holds my jaw in one hand, drawing his thumb over my lips. "I can't wait to look down at my cock later today and see your lipstick all over it." I don't confirm or deny that my lips will be anywhere near his cock so he continues. "But I want to kiss you now."

"Okay." I whisper.

He gives me a half smile before his hand weaves into my hair. I close my eyes and expect to feel his lips on mine instantly, but I feel them on my left cheek first. He drags his lips down the skin to my chin and up the other side of my face. I let out a breath I didn't even realize that I was holding when he pulls away. I feel his lips a moment later on my forehead, then my nose and finally, his lips cover mine. His hands find my cheeks as his tongue probes my closed lips for entrance. I open them, allowing him access as our tongues battle for dominance. It doesn't take long for us to find a perfect rhythm, my panties becoming more drenched with every stroke.

God, this man could kiss.

I raise my hands to rest behind his neck and I play with the hair at the base of his scalp. I pull gently and he groans, effectively releasing me. "Whose mouth is up first?" He asks me with a wicked grin.

How is it that every word out of his mouth pushes me closer to an orgasm? I wonder how many times I would come if this man just read me the dictionary?

"Your choice." I say softly, feeling slightly nervous at the idea of my first one night stand. One that is about to happen in my office. At work. In the middle of the day. During the holidays. God, Ana do you have a death wish?

I look up at the man who is smiling down at me. But what a way to go.

"Mine. I almost can't take it another second without knowing what your pussy tastes like." He almost growls and before I can think he's sitting in my office chair, my legs propped up on the arms of my chair, my skirt hiked up around my waist. He stares at the apex of my thighs and I touch my hips in an effort to pull my stockings down when he stops my hands. "Do you trust me?"

I lick my lips nervously. Do I? I mean the man's face is a foot from my vagina, I guess I do a little. I nod. He reaches behind me and pulls a pair of scissors out of my Employee of the Month mug.

Yeah, if HR could see me now. I'm certainly living up to my title.

My heart begins to race as I think about the fact that this man I barely know is wielding a sharp object. Is he a serial killer? Should I scream? Beg? What is he…? My mind is stopped when I feel his hand on my face. My panic must have been all over my face because he speaks.

"I would never hurt you." He opens and closes the scissors effectively slicing through the tension in the room. "Just these tights."

Before I can protest he's pulled my tights away from me and cut what I assume to be a rather large hole around my crotch. Mother fucker those were not cheap tights!

I'm about to tell him to spare my favorite La Perlas when I feel cool air hitting my wet sex. Fuck! If I wasn't so turned on, and half naked I would be marching him down to the Intimates section to buy me new things.

My irritation is halted when I feel his fingers stretching the ruined fabric even more and then his mouth against me. Oh fuck.

He explores my folds with his tongue, lapping up every ounce of arousal that has been forming since I first laid eyes on him. "God, you taste so sweet." He murmurs. He slides his tongue through my entrance, fucking me for a few seconds before drawing his attention upwards and finding my clitoris. He spreads my lips with his fingers as he eats me hungrily, his tongue gliding back and forth across me. My hands move to his hair and I'm surprised at how silky they feel under my fingertips. I bare my nails and scratch slightly and his hands grip my thighs harder as he lets out a guttural moan. "Again." He orders so I do and to my excitement, it only makes his licks more aggressive.

"Fuck." I moan. There's nothing within arm's reach so I do the most cliché thing I can think of. I put my fist to my mouth and bite down- hard in the effort to quiet the orgasm that is moving through me quick as lightning. I drop my hand to whisper, "I'm going to come." In an instant his eyes find mine. I can't look away, our eyes locked during this intimate moment. I'm at the edge waiting to jump when he slides two fingers into my dripping pussy and I come completely undone my legs shaking on the arms of my chair as I roll my hips against his face.

Holy fuck!

I feel his tongue flick against my clit one last time and I twitch and slowly push his face from my crotch. "Oh my God." I close my eyes, the aftershocks of the best orgasm I've ever had still occurring.

"I think I reached Nirvana." He smiles. "It's between your legs."

I giggle at his very flattering analogy before I hop off of my desk and stand in front of him. "Your turn."

"I won't cut your slacks. I know they're expensive." I smile as lower myself to my knees and undo his pants and let them fall to his ankles. The wind is almost knocked out of me as I see his cock dying to be freed from the confines of his black Calvin Klein briefs. I'm literally salivating. I slide his underwear down his legs and his powerful erection juts out. "Holy shit, you can put an eye out with this thing." I look up at him, and he seems pleased with my reaction.

There's no way this whole thing is getting in your mouth, Steele. Not unless you want to throw up that bagel you had this morning. My gag reflex is pretty decent but this man is huge. "Touch me, baby." I hear him say and when I look up his hooded gaze is fixed on me. I lean forward, placing my hand at the base of his dick, I tickle the head of his cock with my tongue gently. He twitches and I notice the cum pooling at the tip already. I close my lips around his tip and slide further down his cock until he reaches the back of my throat. I swallow slightly, in attempts to open up my throat and push him further and he hardens even more.

"Fucking yes." He hisses through what I assume to be gritted teeth. "Do that again." I do as he says, attempting to swallow his cock whole and his hands find my hair, pulling as much of my hair as he can into a ponytail on the top of my head. I begin to suck his dick faster, as his thrusts meet my face. This goes on for a few minutes when he removes himself from my mouth. He drops from between my lips, a trail of spit connecting my mouth and his dick and I swipe my tongue across my lips effectively breaking the sexy trail. "I want to be inside of you when I come."

"Do you have a condom?"

He nods, grabbing his wallet from his pants and pulling out the foil wrapper. He rips it open with his teeth, sending the wrapper flying somewhere else. I try to make a note in my head to remember where that landed but the thought escapes me when I feel his dick at my folds. "Should we move to the couch?"

I nod and follow him, finding myself underneath him instantly as he begins to pound into me relentlessly. I'm still wearing tights which thankfully muffle a bit of the sound disallowing his balls to slap against my skin as he furiously moves in and out of me. "Fuck, Ana."

"Christian." I whisper.

"I need to see your tits."

"Don't you dare rip this blouse."

"I'll buy you another one."

"That won't help me getting out of this room though."

He chuckles and presses a kiss to the exposed skin at the base of my throat. "Next time." He whispers and I clench wondering if there would actually be a next time.

One night stand, Ana. That's all. Or One Afternoon Delight Stand, whatever.

I wrap my legs around his back, my heels still on my feet making me feel like a movie or a trashy romance novel. This is fucking hot.

"Next time I'm going to fuck you in just these sexy heels of yours." He tells me.

I'm dangerously close to the orgasm so I say the only thing that my mouth will allow me to say at the moment. "Yes."

His lips find mine again and I taste the sweat from our tryst on his lips. I run my tongue over both of them in attempts to collect the moisture and he darts his out to catch mine, drawing it back into his mouth. "You are a fucking sex goddess." He tells me. "I'm going to come, I need you to get there."

"I already came I-"

"That wasn't a question. Come." He demands, and his words have me barreling towards another one when I feel his hand between us. It only takes a few strokes of his finger over my clit before I'm flying. He must have been holding off because in the midst of my orgasm I feel him twitch inside of me and groan, nearing his end as well.

He doesn't collapse on top of me, probably in an effort to preserve my clothes from wrinkling further. He holds himself up and stares down at me. I look away, the intensity of the moment due to the fact that he's still inside of me is overwhelming. He pulls out slowly and I sit up. His back is to me as he pulls off the condom and deposits it in my trash. "I'll take that when I leave… don't need anyone finding a used condom in here." He grabs a tissue from my desk and sits back on the couch next to me and pushes me onto my back.

"Have dinner with me tonight." He says as he runs a tissue through my abused folds collecting all of the evidence from both of my roaring orgasms.

"I can't."

"Why?"

"I have plans."

"With another guy?" He asks and I don't miss the hint of jealousy in his eyes.

I cut him a break. "He's gay… this time of year is stressful. We decompress when we get off work a few times a week. It's the only way to make it."

He gives me a smile and I think he accepts defeat. "Well how about you call me when you're free? Or… you want to do this again?" He smiles and I nod knowing that there's no way in hell I'll ever call this man again.

"Definitely."


One Year Later...

A smile finds face as my mind drifts back to that day almost three hundred and sixty-five days ago. It was Christmas time once again and I wonder if my special visitor will make an appearance today. I'm startled by my phone when it beeps indicating that I have a text message from Andrea.

Look who's in the building! :)

A picture of Christian Grey walking through the main floor sends my nerves haywire. My scalp prickles and so does my sex. I bite down on my bottom lip and squeeze my legs together in attempts to gain some relief between my legs. I take a brief peek at myself in the mirror and smooth my dress down. He's here, again! I wonder if he remembers me?

I open the door and I'm met face to face with the most gorgeous man I've ever laid eyes on- yet again. He's leaning against the wall next to my office door sporting a sexy smile that turns me into a puddle of need. Oh, he remembers alright.

"Mr. Grey." I chuckle nervously. I'm never at a loss for words and yet this man makes me lose all sense. "Hi." I say, unable to come up with anything else.

"Miss Steele." He says, his voice gushing over me like warm honey. "I was hoping you'd be here."

"It's good to see you." I whisper, my eyes sweeping over his body appreciatively just as I did a year ago. My tongue sweeps over my bottom lip and I feel his hand under my chin. "Are you looking at my dick, Miss Steele?" He says so quietly. There's a bit of commotion at the end of the long hallway of offices and I'm lucky that the two consultants on either side of me happen to be off today.

"And if I was?"

"I'd be happy to show you without the clothes? In case you've forgotten what, it looks like?" His index finger drags down my chest and stops just shy of my pubic mound.

"Do you want to come in?" I ask, my voice hoarse and thick with need.

He smiles and follows me into my office, shutting the door behind us and locking it. "Your hair is shorter."

I spin around from the mini bar I have in my room and hand him the glass of sparkling water with cranberries. My minimal effort at trying to be festive. I remember my hair was almost down to my waist last year. I had been in desperate need of a haircut but I'd been working long hours and it had been moved to the backburner. This year my hair is a little below my shoulders. I can't believe he noticed.

"I'm surprised you even noticed." I try to hide the pinkness in my cheeks but his hand touches my face, rubbing the flaming skin.

He narrows his gaze before moving his hand down to mine and grasping it. "I just knew I was going to come in today, and you'd have a ring on your finger. Tell me… you're not seeing anyone?"

I look at where our hands are connected. "No."

"And all this time, you still won't let me take you to dinner?"

"It wouldn't be- appropriate."

"Fucking me in this office wasn't appropriate, but you did that."

I gulp, the memories from that day come flooding back once again. Coupled with the invasion of my personal space by the most sinful man I've ever met has my skin ablaze. I just want to climb out of my body and into his. I don't respond to his question when I see him set the glass on the coffee table and lower himself to his knees in front of me. "Can I see if you taste as good as I remember?"

I whimper, unsure of what to say. God knows I want to feel his lips on me, but- I swore after last time I would never do anything that reckless again.

But- this is Christian Grey. The guy who I spent more time than I care to admit fantasizing about- still. The man who knows my body better than I do. The guy who makes it come alive faster and more intensely than any past lover. I can't even deny the frenzy my body went into just getting Andrea's text message. He was three floors away and my body was already feigning for his touch.

I nod slowly as he raises my dress slowly, revealing my black thigh high stockings attached to my garter belt. I swear I hear a sharp intake of breath followed by a Christ but it's quickly forgotten when I feel his lips tracing my slit through my panties.

"I didn't want you ruining another pair of tights and panties." I quip as I remember the scissors that ruined my unGodly expensive lingerie.


An hour and a number of orgasms later, Christian Grey and I are a mess of sweaty limbs on my floor on top of a red and green blanket. See I could be festive. The last time we fucked on my white leather couch, I had to have it cleaned- thoroughly. Oops.

He props himself up on his elbows, still inside of me and he's staring at me as if I'm the most perfect thing he's ever seen. "What?" I ask, unable to stop my swooning at the look he's giving me.

"You're just- so beautiful." He kisses my lips lightly before he pulls out of me and stands, crossing the room to pull a bottle of water from my fridge. I can't help my eyes that are now fixated on his dick that is hardening slowly under my gaze.

"Will you cut it out? I have to go back to work." He chuckles and I stand, completely naked and make my way over to him.

"Stay." I whisper, as I drag my lips over his chest. Without my four-inch heels I'm significantly shorter than him and only come up to his chest.

He doesn't answer my request, just finds my hand once again and pinches two fingers around my left ring finger. "Why is my fiancée not wearing her ring?" My heart skips a beat just as it does every time that I'm reminded that Christian and I were getting married spring of next year. We'd been together six months when he'd whisked me off to Paris and promised to love me for the rest of my life and asked me to be his wife. I barely let him get the words out before I was screaming yes underneath the Eiffel Tower amongst a sea of tourists.

"I thought it would be funny…" I whisper.

"I'm not amused." He raises an eyebrow at me.

"Weren't we doing the whole re-enactment of last year?"

"That doesn't mean I want you running around without my ring on your finger."

I back away from him, my eyes rolling towards the heavens as I reach for my ring box that's tucked safely inside of my desk. I slide the five-carat oval cut ring back onto my finger where it belongs and hold it up for him. "Better?"

"Much."

"It's just much easier to sell this time of year as a single woman than one that's attached. I mean hello, you bought a five thousand dollar suit from me last year." I hop on my desk waiting for my fiance to blow at my comment and sure enough he stalks towards me.

"Excuse me?" My hands find his chest and he swats them away. "Don't test me, Anastasia."

"You're so easy to rile up." I smile. "I just took it off because I had a feeling you would show up. I was trying to stay in character." I giggle. "You know I never flirt… or flirted with anyone." I scrunch my nose thinking about how some of my coworkers behave around single men- and married ones for that matter.

His hand cups my jaw before squeezing gently. "If I had time I'd spank you."

I look up at him seductively through my eyelashes. "Make time."

"Later." He mouths, a wicked look in his eye that causes me to squirm underneath his heated gaze.

"I love you."

His eyes light up first, a complete 180 from the look he was just previously giving me. The smile breaks out afterward as if my words were the answers to all of the world's problems. "I love you too." He wraps me up in his arms and kisses me feverishly. His tongue finding mine instantly and rubbing against it.


"Have you finished your Christmas shopping?" I ask as I begin to reapply the lipstick that Christian had long kissed off. We were both finally dressed after a bit more fooling around, and he was preparing to leave.

He snorts as he fastens his cufflinks. "No?"

"Why not? Christian, don't procrastinate." I turn away from the mirror, the wand still in my hand before sticking it back in its case dramatically.

"What's the point of fucking a personal shopper if I have to do my own shopping?" He slides on his jacket and opens the door.

"Wait- you want ME to do your Christmas shopping?" He's lost his fucking mind. I shop for two hundred and fifty people this time of year, he's got to be out of his goddamn mind.

"Yeah? Mia wants… I don't even fucking know." He shrugs. "Find her something expensive. And my mother wants a new pressure cooker whatever that is."

"Are you kidding me right now? Christmas is in THREE days!"

"Then you better get to work."

"This is bullshit. You couldn't pay me to go to Williams Sonoma three days before Christmas. It's going to be a madhouse. Speaking of which- you don't even pay me for my services!"

He chuckles, grabs his dick assumedly indicating how he pays me for my services and shoots me a wink before he's gone and walking down the hall whistling the tune to some bullshit Christmas carol.

'Tis the fucking season.

END

Happy Holidays, Everyone!


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