All rights belong to E. L. James. This is my first fanfic and I'd appreciate any feedback. The story is written from both Ana and Christian's POVs. I really enjoyed writing this and I'd love to continue, so please read and review! Thank you!

Anastasia

"Ms Steele?"

I sat up in shock as my personal assistant timidly knocked on the door. I blinked for a few seconds before regarding him with as much alertness as I could muster at this time of night. The clock on my desk flashed a set of digits which made me groan softly – 11.47 PM.

"Ms Steele?" he repeated. There was no doubt that Ben was a dedicated PA – who else would willingly remain in the deadened office playing catch-up on a mountain of paperwork on a Friday night? He was a graduate, fresh out of university and prepared to go to any length to further his career. Dressed in a generic white dress shirt that had come loose during the day, he peered across the room at me expectantly.

I ran a hand through my hair and yawned. "It's okay, Ben. You should go home, you've done more than enough for a day." He stood there uncertainly. "Go on, get some rest. I'm going to head off soon, too. God knows we'll need everything we've got for Monday."

A subtle wave of relief washed over his face as he waved a small goodbye. "Goodnight, Ms Steele." Turning back, he said, "I'll have my phone by me over the weekend if you need anything."

I chucked softly. "Thank you, Ben. Goodnight."

I reclined in my leather chair and turned to survey the city stretched out before me. The Sydney nightlife was just getting started. The streets below were still congested with cars driving into the heart of the city. I turned my attention away from the sight below to the darkened buildings and their gleaming glass exteriors. It was all quiet from above street level.

With a small sigh, I organised the papers in front of me haphazardly. The prospect of the press conference on Monday filled me with dread. It was going to be a long day of ugly family truths and grievances – divulged exclusively to the public. I needed to get out of this place. Not just the office, the whole damn city. The country, even. As the newly instated heiress of the family fortune, even I could appreciate the irony of feeling so powerless in the power vacuum that was our family business.

I decided it was time to re-join the world separated from me by the glass walls of my daily prison.

The club pulsed as bodies swayed rhythmically to the beat of the music. I sat on a stool at the bar and ordered my third drink. Slowing turning around in my seat, I settled on watching the gyrations of the group on the dance floor. It was hypnotic. The music vibrated through my body as I lifted myself off of my seat, compelled to join the heap of bodies moving, just moving.

No one would pay attention to who I was here. I raised my arms and clutched my hair, closing my eyes so that the music would wash over me. I was drowning in a sea of glorious sensations – it was as if the rest of the world had dissolved into nothing and all I could see, hear, feel was the beat of the music and the freedom of my body in that moment.

I felt someone's presence close by. A body was slowly making its way to mine; I could feel the heat of his breath on my neck as his body loosely encased mine from behind. Determined to be in the moment, I refrained from turning around to look and instead proceeded to grind myself against him. My right arm reached up to touch the back of his neck as we clung onto each other, thoroughly immersed in the sensuality of it all.

After a few minutes, I swung my body around, curious to see who this stranger was. Our eyes met and we regarded each other with a mixture of curiosity and lust. He was young, probably a year or two younger than me. He had a fresh-faced look about him that was reinforced by his open brown eyes and a head of messy brown hair.

His hands slipped to my waist as I pressed myself against him. My body tensed for one moment as I felt something pass from my body to his. It was electric. Panting from exertion and pure lust, we locked eyes, never breaking contact until the end of the song. We stood there, catching our breaths. I could feel a heat rising within my body that wasn't just from the thin layer of sweat coating my skin and his.

I lightly touched the back of his neck and whispered in his ear. "Let's take this somewhere else."

"You're Anastasia Steele, right?"

I pressed the button in the lift to take us to the eighth floor of the hotel. Turning around, I gave him a small smile. "Ana."

He raised his eyebrows and leaned against the back of the lift, looking impressed. Before he could say anything, I took a step closer until I was positioned between his legs and close enough to see the row of delicate eyelashes lining his eyelids – and just close enough to feel his slowly growing erection.

"Can we forget that I am who I am tonight?"

"Sure", he breathed. "I just wanted to say, though… I'm sorry about your dad."

I paused. "It's like he's gone, but he's still here because everyone keeps talking about him and I just can't stand the fact that I have to pick up after someone who was so selfish and ungrateful." I closed my eyes and let out a small sigh. "Like I said, I kind of just want to forget, so… can we do that?"

I didn't give him enough time to answer, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. My hands held the sides of his face as I deepened the kiss, our tongues clashing as want turned to need. I pressed my lower body closer to his, hoping no one would enter the lift. Breathless, I tugged at his shirt as his kissed my neck feverishly. My breath hitched as his hands roamed towards my thighs. The lift opened and we stumbled out, him kissing my shoulders while I quickly scanned my card and threw open the door.

Once inside, I pushed him against the door and attacked his lips once more. My hands made their way down his torso and further down as I slipped my right hand above his groin, feeling his bulging member. He groaned, his head falling back against the door. It gave me intense pleasure to know that I had produced that kind of reaction.

I took a step back and pulled his tie toward me as we headed to the bed in the en suite. Pushing him down onto the bed, I began undressing myself until all that was left was my black lacy bra and underwear. His eyes widened as he took in my body and made to divest himself of his belt and pants. I climbed on top of him, hissing at the feeling of skin against skin. Leaning over his upper body, I unbuttoned his shirt and planted kisses along his torso. My hips rocked against his as I let out a small moan, desire pooling at my core. It was pure, unadulterated, animal need.

He sat up and reached behind my back to unclasp my bra, releasing my breasts into the cold air. At the feel of my chest pinned against his, I closed my eyes and rocked slowly against his erection. His hands were splayed across my shoulders as he gazed at the valley between my breasts. Slowly, he took one nipple into his warm mouth and sucked on it. I cried, gasping at the newfound pleasure of his tongue as it lapped at the mound of flesh while his other hand softly massaged my other breast.

"I need you. I need you inside me right now," I moaned.

I shifted my legs so that they wrapped around his waist, my arms gripping his shoulders. Positioning his cock at my entrance, I slid it along my folds to let him know how wet I was. Our eyes locked once more as I sunk onto his length, moaning loudly as my head fell back. We didn't move for a second; it was a split second while my walls expanded to fit him before I began rocking again.

His hands gripped my hips tightly as he thrust to match my every motion. "Oh. Oh. Oh god." He kissed me passionately before diverting his attention to my neck while his hands slid down between our bodies to rub my clit.

I could feel myself trembling, bringing myself closer to the edge. Quickening our pace, I pushed him back onto the bed and balanced my hands on his chest. The sound of flesh against flesh intensified as my breasts bounced up and down to the rhythm. He held onto them and squeezed, panting as he tried to keep up with my thrusts.

"I'm about to come. Oh god."

I could feel my walls clenching around his cock and I shuddered as wave of intensity shook my whole body. Moments later, he spilled into me, causing a second orgasm to judder through me. We rocked the tide out before I disentangled myself from him and collapsed onto the bed, my chest rising and falling as I tried to catch my breath.

"I sure forgot who you were just then," he panted.