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A Dare To Love Again Valentine's Day Special

Part 2

Happy Valentine's Day, Baby.

Ana's POV

"Oh my God," I whisper, catching my breath when he moves aside to let me get my first view of our room. "Christian it's beautiful."

I look around our suite and it is the epitome of romance as it is bathed in light yellow walls with rich brown furniture. The path that leads from the living room to the bed is sprinkled with deep red rose petals ending in a decorative display as they spread out on the bright white comforter of the king sized canapé bed.

"Do you really like it, Baby," Christian asks me.

"Like it," I repeat, not liking the inadequacy of the phrase. "Christian, I love it. I love it and I love you so much."

I rush into his arms and kiss him.

...

We lay cuddled on the top of the bed in nothing but our underwear after we stripped each other of our clothes.

We were supposed to go shower but he tossed me on the bed to feel the rose petals on my skin and we've been unwilling to move ever since.

Reluctantly, I get up to shower.

"I'll join you," Christian says getting up.

"No, no," I tell him pushing him back down. "Just wait for me."

"Alright, Baby," he says to me.

I fumble around in my bags that Ryan brought up, until I find what I'm looking for. I grab the bag and rush off to the bathroom.

The warm water is relaxing as I shower in Molton Brown Pink Pepperpod body wash that I got from Niemen's. I know the spicy scent is Christian's favorite.

I also picked up some lingerie for him tonight: a deep red satin and lace bra and panty set with black thigh-high stockings held up by a red garter belt.

I finish up my shower and slip them on, tying the panties in a little bow knot on each side. I take the pin out of my hair letting it fall around me as I slip on my deep red satin robe and my red fuck me heels.

Looking at the woman I barley recognize as myself in the mirror, I am very pleased with what I see. I take a deep breath and rejoin Christian in the bedroom.

He is sitting on the now turned down bed brushing the rose petals from around him when I come out.

Don't fidget. Stand up straight.

I tell myself as I try to look sexy and not like a damn deer caught in head lights, but I know that I am probably failing at it.

Christian finally looks up. His eyes go wide as his mouth falls open when he sees me.

I slowly untie my robe and let it fall to the floor at my feet revealing my bra and panties underneath.

I watch as his chest rises so high, I'm afraid it may burst as he tries to catch a breath.

Oh God he's having a heart attack!

"Bae…baby," he crocks out seeing my panic. "You….fuck me….you look…Jesus Christ."

I beam under the compliment.

Having no idea what to do next, I am relieved when he gets up and takes charge.

He takes my hand and walks backward leading me to the bed where he once again sits down.

I stand in between his legs, watching him as his eyes and hands roam over me.

"So fucking sexy," he growls more to himself than to me.

"Mmmm," I moan as he kisses me deeply, the taste of the wine he had at dinner invades my mouth.

I let out a giggle when he falls back on the bed pulling me on top of him.

He turns so that I am now underneath him as he kisses his way down my body.

"Mmmm, I like these," He mumbles through is teeth as he now has one of my garter belts clamped in between them.

He runs his fingers down my stockings, kissing the trail of heat they just left on my skin, growling as he goes.

"Are you wet for me, Baby," he asks me and I slowly nod my head.

He reaches up to undo the bow ties of my panties before pulling them off.

"Oh yes," I moan out as his mouth moves to taste how wet I am. I love the feel of his tongue down there.

"Mmmm," he says as he licks me. "You smell so good. I love this scent on you. And you taste even better."

He raises my legs so that my red heels are now high in the air as he works me over.

I scream his name as I cum in his mouth and he licks me clean.

I pant, breathless and unable to move as I try to recover. He lowers my now weaken legs back on the bed.

"You were horny, Baby," he asks me of my quick release and I nod. "I love you horny."

I smile because I figured as much.

"I want you to ride me, Baby," he says as he lies on his back and pulls me up on to him. "I want to see you. I want you to fuck me in all this sexiness you have on."

Becoming inspired by his words, I straddle him. He reaches up for me but I take hold of his wrist. I pin his hands back down on the bed above his head.

"Mmmm," he moans a growl at my forwardness. "What are you going to do to me, Baby?"

I don't answer him. I hope I am hiding the fact that I have absolutely no clue of what I'm doing or what I am going to do to him.

I follow his example and start kissing my way down his body.

I nip his nipple with my teeth and he jerks up.

"Aw shit, Baby," he moans out in pleasure, so I do the same to the other one. "Fuck, Ana."

Seeing that he likes it, I make my way down biting and nipping this time instead of kissing and it is driving him insane.

The more turned on he gets the more excited and encouraged I get.

He chuckles at me when I go a tad bit too far and bite him on his stomach.

I manage to strip him of his white boxer briefs.

I position myself between his legs and he gets up on his hands to look down at me.

He raises an eyebrow at me in challenge.

Accepting it, I grab the length of him and hold him in my hands.

"Baby," he warns. "I haven't cleaned him yet."

"Aw fuck, Baby," he says as I give him a lick and smack my lips.

"Tastes good to me," I shrug. His chuckle turns into a deep moan when I take the tip of him in my mouth.

"SSSSSSSS," he hisses as I start to suck.

This really isn't as bad as I always thought it would be, but there is a lot more of a very hard Christian than I imagined.

I slowly try to take him farther into my mouth hoping I don't choke.

"Oh shit," I hear him whisper as his hips tighten. I can tell it's taking everything he has not to jerk himself up into my mouth.

I feel him at the back of my throat and I automatically shallow.

"Oh fuck Ana, just like that," Christian whispers. His voice is desperate with need. I continue to swallow him down until there is no more of him left.

I bring him out and I swallow him down again going faster and sucking harder.

He falls back on the bed with a thud.

His fingers find their way into my hair as he moans my name.

The fact that I am driving him this crazy is spurring me on and making me bold as I begin to play with him.

I cup his balls, take him out of my mouth, and start sucking them.

I try not to laugh as he has lost the ability to speak and is now mumbling incoherently.

I run my tongue over his balls and up to the tip of him before I plunge him back into my mouth again.

He tightens his hips again as the taste of him becomes a bit salty and I know he is close.

"BaabaBaby," he pants out miserably. "Cum. I'm about to."

I suck harder.

"Baby," he says as he tries to pull my head away but I latch on and suck harder.

"AW, fucking….fuck….fuck….fuck…." he says bucking his hips with each fuck as he comes into my mouth. I have no choice but to swallow him and his thick cum.

"Fuckingshit...fuck...Baby" he says, calming down.

When he is done, I lick all the cum that had escaped me off of him.

He goes flaccid right before my eyes. I let him go and it flops over, still incredible large as it lies limp on his leg.

It's so cute, but I dare not giggle. I. Dare. Not. giggle at it.

"Stop looking at my cute pink dick," he pants out and I laugh.

"You always forget big," I say as I crawl back up to him and wrap my arms around his neck. His head is cocked back and he is trying to regulate his breathing.

"What did you just do to me," he breathes out in amazement.

"Was it bad," I ask him.

"Bad," he breathes a laugh. "No Ana. That was…incredible. Fuck Baby, don't you have a gag reflex?"

"I guess not," I tell him as I kiss his Adams Apple that is bobbing up and down on his throat.

I wonder if it would gross him out if I kissed him now. Would it gross me out since he just finished down there with me?

He answers my unspoken question by lowering his head and plunging his tongue in my mouth.

Our moans and our juices mix together in our mouths in a unique taste that is all us.

I breathe in sharply when I feel his large erection sticking me in my butt cheek.

How the hell does he do that so fast?

"He can't get enough of you, Baby," he tells apologetically.

"Well, I'll try to make him happy," I tell him as I sit up.

….

Christian's POV

I watch as she straddles me, her perfect tits encased in that sexy as fuck red bra. Those fucking heels and stockings with the garter belt are about to make me lose my mind.

Fuck, the way she just sucked my dick nearly killed me. I've never had my dick sucked before in my life. I couldn't even think straight, it felt so damn good.

And now she is trying to make him happy, for fuck sakes! I don't know what has gotten into her, but damn I love it.

I lay back and watch her as she works. I fucking love watching her.

She lifts up on her knees and slowly sits on my dick allowing him to slide into her.

"Shit," I moan out as I watch him disappear inside of her warm wet pussy. She is trying to place her feet so that her heels are not digging in my skin.

I sit up, run my hands down the calf of her legs, and slide them off to make it easier for her to move. I hear them as they fall somewhere on the light brown marbled floor in front of the bed and I lay back down.

I moan as Ana begins to grind herself on top of me.

"You feel so good, Baby," I tell her.

Wanting to see her tits bounce in her bra, I grab hold of her hips and bounce her up and down.

I jerk my hips up and she throws her head back so that her tits are on full display.

"Oh God," she moans, liking the feeling of me pounding up into her as she slams down on me.

Not being able to take it. I let go of her hips and unclasp her bra. Her tits spring free as I drag the bra off of her.

She moans my name when I sit up and take one of her hard nipples in my mouth to suckle it.

"Oh God, Christian," she cries out as she climbs higher and higher. I wrap my arms around her as we both move together in perfect rhythm.

Her pussy spasms and her warm juices come oozing down my dick as she cums.

She tightens herself around me triggering my orgasm and I cum hard inside of her.

I fall back on the bed, taking her with me as I cradle her in my arms, my dick still inside of her as we pass out.

…..

Sunday, February 14, 2016

Valentine's Day

I wake to the sound of a soft knock on the door. I slip on the black tuxedo pants I wore last night, close the double doors of our bedroom so not to wake Ana and let the crew I scheduled to come for this morning in.

I instruct them to let themselves out when they're done as I take out my cell phone and step onto the balcony.

I smile when I see a happy Valentine's Day message from Teddy and Phoebe and I text them the same in reply.

I also text Dad and Elliot telling them to bring it on. Elliot text me to go fuck myself and Dad says he has it in the bag.

Knowing the both of them, I can already guess where they're going to try to take Mom and Kate today and I also know that there is no way in hell they're going to get reservations there this late, so I put in a call to Canlis letting them know that my parents are coming and to give them my table.

I leave Elliot to fend for himself as I make my way back to Ana.

I slide in bed behind her and wrap my arms around her.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Baby," I say to her as I kiss her cheek.

"Happy Valentine's Day," she says smiling, her voice still hoarse from sleep.

"Are you ready for the best day ever," I ask her and she nods her head quickly.

"I am so ready," she says excited. "Although I'm not sure if anything can top my pre-Valentine's Day."

I laugh.

The hotel room door closes causing Ana to sit up alarmed.

"What was that," she says.

"Just your surprise, Baby," I assure her. "Come."

She gets out of bed and I take my sweet ass time slipping off her garter belt and stockings before I help her into the robe she discarded all sexy as fuck for me last night.

She ties it up as she walks with me through the double doors out of the bedroom.

"Whoa," she says as she looks at the newly decorated living room.

The hotel has refreshed the path of flowers and brought in a lovely breakfast spread complete with chocolate covered strawberries, pastries, and red moscato champagne.

"I can't believe it," Ana says clasping her hands together. She kisses me a thank you before I pull her over so we can indulge in our meal. We both choose the cheese and spinach omelet with fresh fruit and as instructed, they provided her with hot water and her English tea, bag out.

Like clockwork she moans as she eats. She eyes me and I smirk at her because I know she is doing it on purpose.

Her cute little giggle gives her away.

"You certainly know how to impress a girl," she tells me as she feeds me the last strawberry we'd been munching on.

"My girl," I correct her after swallowing the sweet fruit.

She nods and bites her lip as embarrassment or God forbid, doubt, creeps in her head.

"Hey," I whisper to her. I take my hand and lift her chin so that she looks at me. "You are my girl, Anastasia Steele. Say it."

"Your girl," she whispers and thank fuck it is embarrassment I see as a blush creeps up her face.

"Say it again," I tell her.

"I am your girl," she says more comfortably this time.

"Again," I tell and she laughs.

"I am your girl," she tells me. "but…"

She stops and looks around.

"Don't you dare say it, Ana," I gently scold her.

"You deserve so much more than just this," I tell her. "And I plan on spoiling you for as long as you'll let me."

"Okay," she tells me, relaxing once again.

"Good," I tell her. "Now that we have that settled, it's time for the second part of my surprise."

"There's more," she says, excited once again as she whips her head around to scan the room.

I point with my head and she looks down to see another path of rose petals.

She quickly gets up to see where it leads.

"OH.MY.GOD," I hear her say as she enters the large bathroom to see it adorned with lit candles, champagne that is being chilled and a tray of fine assorted chocolates.

But what has her practically giddy is that the bathtub itself is already filled with water. It is completely covered with red rose petals all floating on top. In the center is the letter I made with pure white petals. Next to it is a white rose petaled heart followed by the white letter U.

"Get in," I tell her as I take off her robe.

"Really," she says looking at me in question and I nod.

I wait while she goes to get her phone and takes a picture of it.

I help her as she steps a foot in to try it out. She then gets all the way in and makes room for me to get in behind her.

"The water is perfect," she tells me surprised that it's kept for so long.

"It's a bath spa," I tell her as I caress her shoulders then pull her back on top of me.

I reach over and pour a glass of champagne and put it to her lips.

"Mmm," she says when she tastes it.

I take a sip before I put it back on the tray and feed her a chocolate.

"I am the luckiest person in the world," she tells me.

"Oh no, Baby," I tell her. "That honor goes to me."

"I…I just don't know why you feel that way," she tells me. "I haven't done anything."

"Baby, you don't have to do anything," I tell her. "Just being you is more than enough."

I kiss her temple.

"Ana," I call to her, trying to explain my feelings. "You've touched a part of me that I didn't even know had died until you brought it back to life. Now I need you to nourish it and to keep it thriving."

She sits up and faces me.

"I don't deserve you," she whispers.

"I hate that you believe that," I tell her as I kiss her forehead. "Because you deserve so much more."

"No," she says. "You are everything I need. You're all I want. Only you."

…

"Are you ready to get out, Baby," I ask her as I comb through her wet hair with my fingers after I've washed it.

"Mhm," she tells me, enjoying the feeling.

I get out first and help her. I grab the shower head and turn it on to wash off the rose petals.

"It's a wet room," I tell her as she looks as though I've lost my mind wetting up the bathroom floor.

"Wow," she says making me laugh.

...

"I can't believe it," I complain as I go through the bathroom drawers.

These fuckers can't even provide their guest with a damn hair dryer.

"I packed mine," she tells me, stopping me from calling to chew somebody out.

For some damn reason she hates my hair dryer. Something about it makes her hair dry out, so she always packs her own.

I go out to retrieve it as she brushes through her wet hair.

"Baby what is this," I call for her and she comes out of the bathroom to see.

"What," she says and I hold it up. I watch as her eyes get big and her face flames.

"I am going to kill him," she says grabbing for the little black mini riding crop and I quickly raise it above my head just out of her reach.

I already know the him is Jose,Thank You,Rodriguez.

"I should have known he was up to something when he wanted to help me pack," she says.

"Well now let's not be too hard on the guy," I tell her.

"Are you serious," she says. "I had no idea he packed that."

"So you don't want to use it," I ask her.

"You want to use it," she throws the question back at me.

"You might like it," I tell her. "You like it when I spank your ass don't you, Baby."

I already know she does, I can tell by how wet she gets whenever I do it.

She nods her head.

"Go over and face the bed," I tell her and she quickly walks over while I strip myself of my bathrobe. I smack my forearm with the riding crop testing how hard I can hit before it actually hurts.

I go over and pull the white bathrobe off of her and toss it aside next to mine. She breathes hard when she feels me standing behind her. I take the riding crop and make a circle on a spot on her skin. I raise it and bring it down smacking her ass.

She jumps in anticipation of pain, but moans out in pleasure when all she feels is that little sting she likes.

She looks back at me when I stand not touching her.

I smirk at her and smack her again on her other ass cheek but this time she doesn't jump.

"Bend over the bed," I tell her and she bends with her ass in the air for me to worship.

"Fuck you have the perfect ass," I tell her.

She moans.

"You like that, Baby," I ask her as I slide my dick into her.

"Yes," pants out and she pushes back into me.

"What do you want, Baby," I ask her.

"I….I want…" she starts but stops again, refusing to say it out loud.

"Nooo," she whines when I stop fucking her.

"Tell me what you, Baby," I tell her again.

"I want….I want you to…do it faster," she says.

"Do what," I ask her, giving her a stroke and stopping again.

She moans in protest. She is now dripping wet and I don't know how much longer I can deny her.

"I want you to….fuck me," she finally says the word, desperate for me to fuck her.

"How," I ask her.

"Hard," she says surprising me, as a whole other monster has just been created.

"Fuck Baby," I moan out, giving in.

I ram my dick into her hard and fast. She moans as she matches my movement.

"Oh god," she says, as I smack her ass with the riding crop.

She grips the comforter with both hands.

I grab her still wet hair and wrap it around my hand to steady her while I smack her ass with the riding crop over and over again.

"Shit," I moan out as she starts to cream.

Her pussy spasms and she calls for me as she cums.

"Oh godohgodohgod," she moans as she rides her wave.

I drop the riding crop.

I lift her up and carry her along as I climb farther on the bed. I lay her flat on her stomach as I continue to fuck her. She reaches back, grabs my ass, and pulls me deeper into her.

"Fucking shit," I moan as she cums again drowning my dick.

"SHIT, Ana," I scream her name as I empty myself inside of her until we both colaspe on the bed.

…

"Jesus," I say as I cradle her in bed. "You are so unexpected."

"I can say the same for you," she tells me. "You are very good at…fucking me."

I chuckle when she still has trouble saying the word.

"I love fucking you," I tell her. "I love making love to you too. You are my muse, Ana."

And it's true. I never imagined doing any of this kinky shit before she came along. She has lit a fire inside of me and I am powerless to stop it as it consumes me, not that I would even try.

…..

"Are you going to shower with me," she asks as she gets her clothes ready to go. She takes one look at my naked body and my dick gets hard at her scrutiny. "On second thought, you'd better not."

I smirk at her and go shower in the second bathroom as she uses the larger one.

"You look great, Baby," I tell her.

She is dressed in blue jeans, a cranberry sweater, and gray thick soled Uggs.

"You won't tell me where we are going," she says as we ride the elevator down. "Not even a hint?"

"Balloons are involved," I tell her and she tries to think.

She greets Ryan as he holds the limo door open for us.

"Doesn't he have a girlfriend," she asks me when we are inside.

"I have no idea," I tell her and she gives me a look. "It's not like we are friends, Ana."

"But he'll take a bullet for you," she tells me. "At least ask him if he has a girlfriend on Valentine's Day."

She quiets down when Ryan hops in to drive and I push the button to close the privacy window.

"I try not to get too attached to my employees," I tell her.

"Do they at least get their birthdays off," she asks.

"I don't know when their birthdays are," I tell her in annoyance. I never gave a shit about that. The less I knew about them the easier it was for me to get rid of their asses when they fucked up.

"Christian Grey," she shakes her head at me and I sigh.

She giggles at me and I know she just did that shit on purpose to tease me.

"Only you can get me this frustrated," I tell her and she kisses me.

We drive over to the nearby town of Woodinvile. Ryan pulls up to the empty field and opens my door to let me out.

I roll my eyes at my pussy whipped self and what I'm about to ask him.

"Do you have a significant other, Ryan," I say to him as Ana waits for me to come around and open her door to let her out.

"Sir," Ryan asks me, taken aback. In the three years he has worked for me, this is the first time I've ever asked him a personal question.

"A girlfriend or somebody like that," I clarify.

"Uh yes, yes Sir," he says smiling proudly. "I have a fiancé."

Oh for fuck sakes.

"Have O'Malley meet us out here," I tell him knowing that he's unattached as much as the old guy, who I should have forced to retire a while ago, talks about never getting laid. "Take the day and spend it with your fiancé on me. Take her out, spare no expense, and put it on your card."

Each of my CPOs are issued credit cards so if and when I need something, I or they don't have to figure out how to get money to them to pay for it.

He stands stunned as I go around and help Ana out of the limo.

"Thank you, Mr. Grey," I hear him say, enthusiastically as what I said finally sinks in and he hauls ass back to Seattle.

"What was that about," Ana asks as I hold her hand and walk.

"You," I simply say as I take my balls back from her and pull her forward.

She starts looking around at where we are.

"Uh, Christian where are we…" she was about to ask where we were going when it becomes clear.

"A hot air balloon ride," she squeals out giddily when she sees it being readied to go. "Yes, I've always wanted to do this."

She jumps into my arms.

"Thank you, thank you thank you," she says.

"Anything for you, Baby," I tell her.

I introduce her to Cliff, the balloon operator as he holds the door open to let us in the square shaped brown basket.

Of course he has to perform safety checks with me present. No way in hell I'm letting us go up in a flimsy ass basket with a man who doesn't know what he's doing.

Satisfied that he is competent enough, I step inside the basket with an overly excited Ana.

Her excitement is contagious but I have a feeling though, that if it had been soap box cars out here waiting for us, she would have been just as excited. It's one of the many things I love about her. I don't have to go overboard to please her. It makes doing it that much better.

She looks up at the now inflated large blue, red, and purple checkered balloon with the flames above our heads and then she looks over at me. I wink at her to let her know that everything is perfect and she relaxes.

The fact that she trusts me enough to just go along with things does something indescribable to me. It satisfies a need that I didn't even realize I had.

"All set to go," Cliff asks us.

"Yes," Ana answers him, happily.

She looks down at the ground as the basket lifts in the air.

"This is amazing," she says as we rise beyond the tree tops and just below the clouds. The breeze is blowing just right, giving us the gentle push we need to move us along.

We come upon a lake and the balloon quickly descends.

"Oh my God, were falling," Ana says as she turns in my arms and buries her face in my chest. I laugh as I wrap my arms around her and kiss her head.

She turns to peek just as we scrap the water and go back up again.

We stay up in the air for about an hour enjoying the most beautiful scenery that the town has to offer before we head back down again.

….

"I can't believe it. That was beyond awesome," Ana says as we approach the limo and get in.

"What happened to Ryan," she asks as O'Malley is now driving us.

"Something came up," I grumble.

"Awww," she says kissing me.

"Careful, Baby," I tell her. "You get me started and we're likely to give the old guy a heart attack."

She laughs, but taking heed to my warning, she scoots back over to her side.

...

Ana's POV

As if all of yesterday and the balloon ride today wasn't enough. Christian takes me to the Delille Cellars winery in Woodinvile.

We have a private tour of the beautiful vineyard and then settle in on our own private terrace to taste the wine.

I follow Christian's lead as he swirls the red wine in his glass. I refuse to stick my nose that far in the glass but I do sniff it before I take a sip.

I enjoy watching Christian as he makes such a production of smacking his lips as he taste the wine.

"Mmmm," he moans. "Taste almost as good as you, Baby."

I put my forehead in my hand as I shake my head.

I pick up a plump red grape on the fruit and cracker platter the winery has provided for us and munch on it.

...

"I see why they spit it out on those TV shows about wine," I tell Christian as we drive back to the hotel.

"Feeling a little tipsy, Baby," he asks me.

"Just a little bit," I tell him. "But it was so worth it."

"Once I get some real food in you, you'll be okay," he tells me. "I was impressed myself. They had a very good selection of wine."

I knew he liked it from him nearly buying their whole supply.

"What made you get so interested in wine," I ask him.

"When I first started out, I was force to hob knob at all these business events," he tells me. "The choices were either hard liquor or wine. I can't stomach that much hard liquor, so the more wine I had the more I liked it."

"I can see why," I tell him, honestly. "It's very good."

We stand once again going up to our suite in the elevator and I start to fidget. I know it's time for me to give him my gift.

As I go through the list of all he's done for me the last two days, my heart drops at the cheapness of it.

I really need a second job if I'm going to ever have a hope of impressing him.

Note to self: Look into private tutoring for extra crash.

"You okay, Baby," he asks me as the elevator opens to let us out.

"Yes," I say. "Perfect."

He eyes me suspiciously at my formal answer. I take his hand and we walk out of the elevator.

"Are we going down to the dining room," I ask him. "I don't know if it's right that I wear the same dress down there twice."

"The way you looked in that dress it would be wrong for you not to wear it," he tells me. "You looked so fucking hot. In that damn sea of red, my girl looked amazing in classic black."

Thank you Jose!

"Dinner should already be here," he tells me as he opens the door to our suite.

If I thought the pre- valentine set up was awe inspiring the Valentine's Day decor is worthy of its own poem.

Jesus Christ, he didn't buy me something that expensive!

I think to myself when I see the small blue Tiffany box decorated with a little white bow next to the long steamed martini class and the plate full of oysters on ice at our table settings.

Oh God, he did!

"Thank you," I say when he helps me to sit down.

What do I do? Do I ignore it? Do I mention it? Maybe it's not for me. Of course it's for you, you idiot!

"Baby," Christian gently calls me.

"Yes," I say to him.

"Aren't you going to open your gift," he asks me.

I am about to protest, but one look at his face lets me know I would just end up hurting his feelings if I said anything.

"Yes," I say smiling at him.

I pick up the little blue square box and lift the lid. I remove the delicate white paper and catch my breath.

"Christian, they are….beautiful," I say to him.

Inside the box is a pair of the reddest of ruby earrings I've ever seen in a square platinum setting framed with diamonds.

Oh my God I love them.

"I thought they would fit in perfect with the day," he tells me. "Baby why are you are crying?"

I wipe my eyes in surprise, I didn't realize I was.

"I'm just so happy," I tell him honestly and he smiles relieved.

"What do you think," I ask him as he stands behind me in the mirror watching me put them on.

"Perfection," he tells me. "I love what they do for your eyes."

I grin like an idiot.

"I uh….I have something for you too," I tell as I cringe.

His face lights up like it did at Christmastime.

He follows me into the living room while I get it from my bag.

I bite my lip as he lifts the lid of the red gift box.

Its taking everything I've got not to snatch it and put it away before he sees it.

Too late now

"Jesus, Baby," he whispers as he stares at his gift.

It is a professional photo of me.

I am laying on my stomach with my knees bent in nothing but a light brown cashmere off the shoulder sweater that barely covers my butt, trying my best to look provocatively at the camera.

"You are absolutely stunning," he says as he runs his fingers over the picture of me and the heavy frame. "I love this almost as much as I love the real thing. It's perfect."

I breathe a sigh of relief that he actually likes it.

I moan as he kisses me.

….

"Did you have fun this weekend, Baby," Christian asks me as we drive into Seattle.

"Fun doesn't even begin to describe it," I tell him. "It was the best, most perfect day ever."

"I can't believe you've never had oysters before," he tells me as we make our way to the great room of Escala.

"My dads fry them and eat them, but I always stayed away," I tell him. "They look pretty disgusting, but they aren't so bad once you get past the slime factor."

He laughs.

He could never tell I didn't like them before by the way I swallowed them down.

"I'm sure you gave them to me on purpose to make me horny and miserable, knowing I can't have you tonight," I tell him.

"Who says you can't have me," he frowns.

"The twins are due back any minute," I tell him.

"Baby, they know you're here," he reminds me.

"But they haven't seen you since Friday," I tell him. "I'm sure they would prefer I not impede on their time with you."

"Ana you're not impeding," he tells me. "We want you here. Stop looking at yourself as an outsider. You're not."

I nod when I hear the familiar ping and the sound of the twins.

"Hi Daddy, Hi Ana," The twins say in unison.

"Hi guys," Christian and I also say in unison making us all laugh a little.

"Did you have fun this weekend," I ask them.

"Uh huh," Phoebe says. "Mrs. Beachum let us watch movies for Valentine's Day."

"Really," Christian says. "I hope you didn't fill up on candy for dinner."

"Um, let's go check on Wilfred," Teddy says to Phoebe, obviously trying to avoid his sister spilling the fact they did fill up on candy.

"Get ready for bed," Christian tells them.

"Can Ana read us a story," Teddy asks. "She reads good….I mean well." He corrects himself and I'm sure the correction is for my benefit as I always correct the class.

"I'll be right up," I tell him as Christian looks for me to answer.

He takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom.

"It's settled," he tells me and I feel better about it. "You're staying the night and any other damn night you want."

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