A/N: I took this down. By popular demand you've all requested that it be put back. I have done this with some new rules:
I will not have bullying (You don't like it, don't read it)
You leave a mean comment, don't worry I'll delete it.
If you see a mistake, sorry I'm only a human.
I love constructive criticism, and take it all into consideration for future chapters.
Ana and Christian will have some rocky times ahead of them, but I'm going to be easy on Christian, because I can. Obviously in a perfect world, there are certain things you wouldn't do, but I'm taking liberties.
Alright! Glad we all had our, "act like adults and not little children," conversation.
Just so you know the level of smut that will be in this story, the title of this story is based off lyrics to my favorite sexy song.
This is for you, Harlipen
EYOFD (Eat You Out for Dinner) Like a Gentleman
;)
"Good morning."
"Morning," Ana replies, packing up her satchel bag. Christian grabs a mug of coffee, thanking Gail before focusing his attention on his wife.
His sexy wife.
Today she was wearing a form fitting blush pink dress. Her hair fell in soft waves past her shoulders, and her heels were a high tan wedge, giving her a soft, feminine look.
"Any plans at the office today?"
Forcing a smile, Ana shrugged.
"Possibly."
Surprised that she didn't elaborate, he set down his mug.
"What do you mean, possibly?"
Snapping her bag shut, she sighed.
"Just, that. I don't know if my plans will change, but it doesn't matter."
"Why doesn't it matter, Ana?"
Snorting, she walked to the fridge, and grabbed her lunch case from the refrigerator.
"Christian, please stop pretending like you care. We haven't had plans in two years." Christian was surprised to find out that was true. He did a mental checklist in his head, and could've kicked himself. He'd been so busy with the recent merger of yet another successful acquisition of a company, he failed to focus on his wife. He always told her to give him more time until he next merger took place, except one became two, which became four. His career had skyrocketed, and with Ana's company successes they were seen as Seattle's business royalty. However, they were starting to drift apart, and sadly, Christian knew it was his fault. Sighing, Christian walked over to her, placing his hands on her waist. His eyes narrowed when she gently, but firmly removed them from her.
"What is with this bellicose demeanor?"
Rolling her eyes, she took another step back.
"Really, Christian? All of a sudden, I think it's been a long time since I've started a fight. I'm just trying to make you feel how I felt when you didn't come home last night."
"Ana, I told you already, I had to work late-"
"It was our anniversary, Christian! Our six-year anniversary. I came home, and prepared a five-course meal that took weeks to plan, I let everyone know that we were unavailable, and I planned for you and me, to talk. We don't need anything, we are lucky to not have to worry about finances. So, I thought your time was gift enough."
"Ana-"
"It doesn't matter, though. Because that'll probably be the last anniversary we celebrate if you keep this up."
"Ana."
Turning on her heel, Ana shouted out for Sawyer.
"I'm ready, Sawyer." Without a backwards glance, she stood on the elevator, making sure to keep her back to him until the elevator door shut.
Christian was in his last meeting of the day, when he decided to cut it short. He saw Taylor walk past his office door, and knew that the man only came directly to his office when it was important news.
"Thank you, gentlemen."
Once everyone left, he headed to his office.
"Taylor. Is something wrong?"
Clearing his throat, Taylor slid over the photos of Ana. She was laughing, and looked to be happy talking with some blonde-haired man. He was the same height as him. There were various shots of them eating lunch, and dinner. What surprised him was that he was mad, but not at the man. He was Christian Grey, and Ana was not one to sleep around. His wife was loyal to a fault; no, what bothered him was that Ana hadn't looked that happy with him in years.
He was about to change that.
"Taylor. Tell me something, and be honest. Do you think Ana is happy with me?" Inwardly Taylor tried to figure out a way to tell his boss the truth. Deciding to be frank he answered candidly.
"I think she loves you, sir. But, I also think you neglect her, and most men will sneak in when the supposed man is negligent."
"Taylor?"
"Don't ignore your woman. What you neglect, another man will treasure."
Nodding, Christian stood, and grabbed his coat.
"The last picture. Was that taken now?"
"Yes, sir. She's at the restaurant with John Bridget. Sawyer has been keeping me informed."
"Good." Following Taylor out of his office, he told the man to bring the car around, before stopping at Andrea's desk.
"Andrea. I will not be coming in for the rest of the month. Make the necessary arrangements." Eyes wide, she only nodded, before grabbing the phone.
"Sir? What do I say if it's an emergency?"
"My family knows how to contact me. Ros is now the acting CEO in my absence. Make sure her pay reflects it. Also, you will be promoted when I return. Let HR know, and make sure they increase your pay as well."
Smiling bright, Andrea nodded.
"Of course, sir. See you in three weeks."
Giggling, Ana shook her head. After work, Ana met up with John Bridget. She was hoping to have the man signed to her publishing company. He was very talented, smart, and witty. His books of vampire romance were practically flying off the walls, but he was looking to write under a new company. He didn't like the bureaucracy at the former publishing house. They'd been meeting for weeks, and although he was easy on the eyes, and showed serious interest in her, he wasn't her Christian.
Darn that man!
"Ana? Ana?"
Smiling, she shook her head.
"I'm sorry, John. Just caught in my head. Had a bit of a disagreement with my husband earlier today."
"I'm sorry to hear that. You are a lovely woman, and any man who can't see that is an idiot. Hope he realizes that, and soon."
Taking a sip of her water, she nodded.
"I hope so. Anyway, have you made your final decision? Will you sign with us?" Smiling John sat back in his chair.
"I don't know. Say, how about if we have dessert at my place, and I'll make a final decision? Before Ana could politely decline, she heard a faint growl behind her.
"I'm sorry Mr. Bridget, but I think you've been misinformed. The woman you are talking with is in fact, married. To me."
Turning, Ana gaped at her furious looking husband, and if possible, a smirking Taylor.
Men.
Stuttering, Ana was surprised to see the usually unflappable John lose his cool.
"Mr. Grey, I didn't know you would be joining us. I-"
"Save it," he interrupted. Ignoring some of the onlookers, Christian turned all his attention to Ana.
"We need to talk. Grab your stuff, and let's go."
Narrowing her eyes, Ana crossed her arms over her chest.
"As you can see, Christian, I am in a dinner meeting. I would like to sign Mr. Bridget to my company, and we were discussing the benefits."
Tilting his head, Christian's voice deepened.
"Ana. Grab your stuff, and let's go."
"Not until I sign my author," Ana bit out, just as angry at Christian's high-handedness.
Turning his attention to John, he pulled out his checkbook.
"I will write you a check, for a half a million dollars right now to sign with my wife's company." Christian ignored the gasps around the restaurant, along with his wife's outraged protest. "If you are as talented as she says you are, then I know you will make this back, plus more within the first four months." Slapping the check on the table, Christian watched as the man immediately grabbed it.
"You have a deal."
"Wonderful."
Sliding his arm under Ana's, Christian pulled her closer to him.
"Let's go."
As soon as they arrived home, both Taylor and Sawyer retreated to their own quarters, wanting to hide from the ire that was clear in Mrs. Grey's eyes. Once they were alone in the foyer, Ana calmly opened her purse before throwing her wallet in his direction. Christian, completely surprised let the pink clutch hit him square in the chest.
"Really, Ana?"
"Argh!" Gripping her hair, Ana glared at him.
"How dare you? I was in a business meeting. I would have never gone to your work, and offered money to your clients. I've had to work hard to show I am my own businesswoman, because I married you."
"Well, maybe make sure the man knows you are married!"
At that comment, Ana through her whole purse, with contents and all at him, which he dodged easily.
"Everyone knows I'm married. Everyone except my stupid husband!"
"Ana, I'm sorry for neglecting you, and I'm sorry for missing our anniversary, but at least I'm not going out with men pretending to be single!" He roared.
Just as livid, Ana walked over to him and slapped his face.
Hard.
Breathing heavily, Ana told him to take it back.
"No. and you will learn to not hit me, Ana." Before she could slap him again, Christian grabbed her hand, and brought her close to his body. Ana gasped at seeing the heat in his eyes. It'd been a long time since he looked at her in that way, and she was angry at her traitorous body for responding to him even looking at her. Backing her up against the piano, Christian dropped her wrist, before tilting her chin up, and slanting his mouth across hers. Groaning, he picked her up, and sat her atop of his Steinbeck. Stepping between her spread legs he ripped her dress, which caused her to gasp aloud.
"Christian."
While he worked of divesting her of her clothes, Ana griped his hair, harshly, which caused him to hiss out in pleasurable pain.
Ana wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning when his lips closed around her nipple, sucking while pulling on the opposite one. Running her hands through his hair, Ana slid them to his neck, and chest, growling when he stopped her hands. Ripping his mouth from hers, he trailed kissed down her neck, between her breasts, licking her bellybutton along the way. Spreading her legs wider, he told her to hold still.
Licking her folds, Christian smirked, when Ana froze, before letting out a very loud shout.
"Christian!"
Moaning at the taste of her, he circled her entrance.
"Baby, your pussy is so wet. Wet only for me. Only me. say it."
Moving her head from side to side she repeated the words.
"Only for you, Christian." Falling back on the piano, Ana placed her feet flat on the smooth surface, arching her hips into his talented mouth, and tongue. It'd been so long since she had his mouth anywhere on her, and it was driving her absolutely crazy with pleasure. Circling her clit, Christian slid his hand up to her mouth.
"Open your mouth and suck." Obeying, she swirled her tongue around his fingers sucking, but making sure to bite them harder than she usually would. Christian only smirked at that.
"That's alright, baby. I bite back too."
Removing his fingers, he thrust them into her, satisfied when her body arched further into his hands. Finding her spot, he began to lightly massage it, but not hard enough to bring her t completion. She was edgy, and when she noticed what he was doing she began to become wetter. Biting her lip, she slapped her hands against the instrument, moaning when his mouth lightly bit her clit, and began to suck in earnest. Tears welled in her eyes, as Ana felt herself coming, only to be denied release once more. After five more attempts, Ana was a blubbering mess.
"Christian, baby, please, I'm sorry, please, baby let me come!"
Pulling away from her with his mouth, he licked her essence off of him, while continuing his lazy thrust against her spot with his fingers.
Leaning over her, he kissed her lips, searching her tongue with his own, yet he gave no indication that he heard her.
"Christian, baby. Christian, please!"
Lips hovering over her own, he whispered.
"I like you just like this. Spread out for only my eyes. Pussy sopping wet. Begging me tobring you pleasure. You like that? How my fingers are stroking your pussy, baby?"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
"Whose body is this?"
Not answering, Ana's eyes rolled back in her head when he added a slight bit more pressure than before.
"Ana? I asked you a question. Do you want me to stop?" As soon as his fingers stopped, and growled. Chuckling, he licked her nipple, before moaning.
"Whose body is this?"
"Yours," She whispered.
"I can't hear you, baby."
"It's yours Christian! This pussy is yours, this body is yours!" She shouted.
"Just as my body is yours. Now I don't like it when other men are looking at what's mine. I don't want you going out with any fucker who thinks he can charm his way into your pussy." While making his point, Christian sped up his thrust, before unzipping his pants, and pulling Ana to the edge of the piano.
"Do I make myself clear?" Scratching her nails down his sides, Ana answered yes.
"Good." Without warning, Christian slid into her which caused Ana's body to clench around him. He was hard as steel, and his firm, deep strokes were hitting her in all the right places. Leaning back, she grabbed her breasts, cupping them and pulling on her nipples, which drove Christian crazy.
"That's right, baby. Place with those tits for me. God, Ana."
Increasing his pace, Christian groaned when he felt Ana coming for a second time. Grabbing her ass, he picked her up while she was still surrounding him, and walked over to the window. She instantly gasped at the cool glass against her naked frame, but couldn't find it in herself to complain. Gripping his hips with her legs, Ana let her head rest against the cool glass. The entire time, Ana kept her eyes locked on Christian as he moved their bodies to completion. Licking up her neck, he sucked on her ear before whispering in her ear.
"I love you, Ana. Always have, and I always will. I won't screw-up this bad again," he said before groaning aloud. Whimpering, Ana kissed his cheek, tears filling in her eyes again. She couldn't say anything, because she wanted to believe him. Instead she said what she did believe in.
"I love you too."
Ana screamed her release, and seconds later Christian shouted his. Gasping for breath, the two slid to the floor. Pulling gently out of her, Christian kneeled over her prone form. Once her eyes blinked open, he smiled at her.
"Hey."
Breathless, she returned his greeting with a shy one of her own.
"Hey."
We're just getting warmed up people…..LOL more smut to come. Please leave a review!