A/N Originally I wanted it to be three years, but some commenters are making valid points that three years is a little short. So I changed it to six years. And trust me Ana did love Christian she has just moved on.
Chapter 3
Six Years Later
Anastasia's P.O.V
I am sitting in my office, reviewing the paperwork for the deal in Italy. I am now the CEO of Steele Publishing and Co. Forbes magazine has named me the fifth richest woman in the world. And today also marks the three year anniversary of my departure from Seattle. And my last form of contact with the infamous Christian Grey. My thoughts are broken by my assistant Alana calling my phone. I shake the previous thoughts out of my head and answer the phone.
"Ana, Hunter is on his way up. He said and I quote, 'If she says that she has work to do, tell her I don't give a rat's ass. I will see my fiancé whenever the hell I want to,'" Alana's British accent says over the receiver. My previous thoughts forgotten and a goofy smile graces itself on my face.
I roll my eyes, playfully, "Ok, Alana. Also can you come in here for a minute and collect the paperwork and give it to Damien?"
"Sure, I'm coming right now," Alana responded and hung up. I know what you're thinking. Why is she calling me by my first name? Well, I like the informality.
I hear a knock on my door and before I can respond to it, my office door opens. Alana's curvy frame walks over the threshold. She is a blue eyed, red head, that has more spunk than I have ever seen. She is a no bullshit type of person, but is one of the sweetest people I have met. She smiles at me and I hand her the papers to give to my COO.
Alana goes to exit the office and when she is standing in front of the threshold, I hear her giggle. I can't see who she is talking to, but I have a feeling. And as usual my instincts are spot on as I see my fiancé's tall body walk in. He turns to face me and gives me his mega watt smile that makes my knees turn to jelly. He stalks to my desk and I stand up. Even wearing six inch heels, I am still a midget compared to his staggering 6'5 height.
"Mr. Daniels, I thought that I made it clear that I only see people that make an appointment?" I question, looking at him with a playful gleam in my eyes.
He steps even closer to my desk and his scent invades my senses. The musky scent that I have grown to love more than anything in the world. His soulful brown eyes feign hurt and puts his hand on his chest, dramatically. "You won't even make an exception for me? Your fiancé? The man that you love more than life itself?" he asks, smirking at me.
"Hmm, let me think about it…Maybe I can make an exception this one time," I respond, continuing our game. I walk from behind my desk and squeeze myself in between him and the mahogany wood. He put his hand on either side of me and entrances me with his eyes.
"That's what I like to hear," he whispers, huskily, his British accent getting stronger, turned on by this game, as am I. The sexual tension in the air crackling with electricity. The famous butterflies in my stomach, flutter furiously. My breath quickens with anticipation. All I'm focused on are those brown eyes that makes me fall for him even more.
Hunter breaks our eye contact, by directing his attention to my lips. The ones that he nows inside and out. The same lips that I have assaulted his body with countless times as we made love. Before I can react, he smashes his lips to mine. His soft, plump lips move against mine delicately, yet demanding. Hunter pushes his body on mine, my breasts pushed against his muscular chest. His hands leave the desk and move to my stomach. Kneading my flesh with his skillful hands. He licks my bottom lip, begging for entrance, but I decide to tease him. I keep my mouth closed. He growls in frustration and tugs at my blouse pulling me closer than I was before, which seemed impossible. We have now meshed into one form. His hands travel down to my butt and he squeezes it roughly. I moan into our kiss, loving the feeling. He takes that as an advantage and shoves his tongue in my mouth. I kiss back with as much fever. My tongue dancing around his in a passionate, sexy dance.
I can feel his erection growing and poking through his pants. I move my hand and palm him through his trousers. He groans, sexily. I break the kiss to get air in my lungs, but Hunter doesn't stop. As I attempt to breathe, he places kisses on my neck. When he finds my sweet spot under my earlobe, I moan out. He grins and begins to suck and nip at the spot. My moans are getting louder and louder and I realize that moments like these I am thankful for my soundproof office.
Our embrace is getting hotter by the second and soon Hunter wipes all of the things off my desk. I gasp and he picks me up. He lays me down on the desk and connects our lips again. My hands instantly finds his brown hair. I tug at it and he moans. His kisses leave my lips and travel down my arms all the way to the end of my skirt. Hunter pulls it up and rips my panties off. Before I can protest he shoves a finger into me. My back immediately arches off the desk. His gaze is piercing into mine, raising the intensity of the situation.
"That's right, sweetheart. Look at me. How I'm making you feel so good. Tell me how it feels, baby," Hunter whispers in my ear, while adding another two fingers into my sex. My breath is stolen. All I could feel is pleasure. He growls in my neck and yells,"TELL ME, ANA!"
The words shoot straight to my core and makes me clench deliciously around his fingers. "I-it feels so-so g-good, Hunter. S-so g-good, baby," I choke out. He kisses me on my lips and go down to my core.
"Oh, baby, you're so wet. So so wet…Mmm you smell delicious. You're the epitome of perfection, Anastasia Rose Steele. I love you so much, sweetheart," he moans into my sex. I scream out in pleasure at the vibration that it causes.
"I love you, too, Hunter Maxwell Daniels."
I can feel his smile and he licks my slit up and down. I groan. My hips reach up, instinctively, but he slams them back on the desk. He sucks on my clit, roughly. He adds four of his fingers inside me and the feeling is indescribable. I scratch my nails on the desk, trying to grip onto something. The familiar, earth shattering feeling of the pit in my stomach comes. Hunter can feel me building up again. He sucks even harder and soon my climax hits. I yellow out incoherent words. He keeps himself there licking up my cum. I stay laying on my desk, my legs limp. I can't feel anything past my waist. Stars dance around my vision, the after effects of my orgasm.
I feel my sexy fiancé crawl on top of my form until he is straddling my waist. He lies his weight on his elbows, that he lays on either side of my head. He nuzzles my neck, laying feather soft kisses on the skin.
"I swear you will be the death of me, Hunter Daniels," I say, giggling. He stops kissing my neck and smiles mischievously at me.
"But wouldn't that be a great way to go? Death by amazing, mind blowing, spectacular orgasms," he says, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. My giggles turn into laughs at the way he looks.
"You do have a point there, Mr. Daniels. That would be an exceptional way to go," I answer, smiling brightly at the man that helped me during one of the darkest times in my life. The man that I owe everything to.
"Well maybe I can give you one of my famous amazing, mind blowing, spectacular orgasms again," he suggests, thrusting into my core.
Just as I was about to respond, my phone rings. I sigh and look at him apologetically. He shrugs. I answer the phone with my beautiful man on top of me, kissing my neck.
"Hello?" I answer, shakily.
"Ana, your appointment with the CEO of Norwood and Sons is in ten minutes. And he has come earlier than expected," Alana answers. I sigh in frustration and end the call. I look at the man that is staring at me with awe in his eyes.
"Baby, I have an appointment to get to," I say, sadly. He whimpers and nuzzles my breast. I giggle at his childlike antics.
"Come on, sweetie. You have to go back to work also," I try to reason with him. He groans and kisses my breast each and gets off me.
"Ugh, I wish I can just take you home, right now," he says. I nod in agreement.
He puts on his gray blazer over his white dress shirt. And fixes his collar. His just fucked hair, prominent on top of his head. He walks to my bathroom in my office and closes the door. I hear gurgling and the sound of the faucet running. I blush at the reason that he has to do that. He comes out more put together. I raise my eyebrow at him.
"Even though I love to have your deliciously sweet taste in my mouth for the rest of the afternoon, darling; I don't think that the prime minister of Australia would appreciate it," he tells me.
"Well I can't disagree with you on that, Baby," I add, leaning against my desk. I take my compact mirror out of my purse and try to tame my just fucked hair. Today, my hair doesn't choose to agree with me and I forgot my hair band. I sigh in frustration. I feel strong arms wrap themselves around my waist. I see his chiseled features in my mirror. Hunter rests his head on my shoulder and I lean into him.
"Leave it, Baby. Let's that CEO know who you belong to and what we did," he says, innocently. I gasp and turn around to smack him on the arm. He grins and pulls me into him.
"So, I'll see you later for dinner, sweetheart," he continues. "I love you Mrs. Soon-to-be Daniels. Very, very much."
I smile at the name and respond, "Yeah, I'll be cooking tonight. Remember Chris and the rest of the gang are coming over tonight."
He groans and whines, "Then I won't have you all to myself until they leave!"
"Stop being a big baby, Babe," I tell him, while wrapping my arms around his neck. "But to make it up to you. I'll surprise you tonight. And trust me, you will forget all about not being able to have me for dessert."
He raises his eyebrows, "Oh really?"
I nod my head and smash my lips to his. I bite his lip while pulling away. "And that is just a taste of it."
Hunter sighs and says, "You're making it harder for me to leave right now, Ana."
I giggle and lead him to the door. "I love you Hunter and I will see you at home."
He groans and reluctantly opens the door. I put my head down, shaking it in amusement. Just as I'm about to close the door his deep, rich baritone stops me. "Oh and Ana," I open the door more. "I used your toothbrush," he grins wickedly at me. My jaw drops open. Before I can respond he is already in the elevator. I laugh and close the door to prepare for my next meeting.
