Christian grunts as he roughly thrusts into me. My arms are wrapped around his neck for support, but I'm still jolting. I moan his name, arching my back. "Come for me, baby," he whispers huskily in my ear.
I cry out as I clench around him. Christian gives one more thrust before letting go and we both orgasm simultaneously. He rolls off me and I pant heavily. I'm exhausted, but still so horny. Ugh. Christian's going to enjoy this now that I'll be hornier than usual.
Christian raises his eyebrows when I roll on top of him. "Another go?" He chuckles when I give him a sly grin.
I lift myself up and he helps by adjusting himself so he can just slide right in. He grasps a hold of my hips and I drop onto him. A moan escapes both of our lips as I start to move. He tastes of white wine and chicken parm when I kiss him. Just when I'm about to pull away, he cups my face in his hand and stares steadily into my eyes. I start to say something when he he thrusts up hard and fast making my eyes go wide. He flips us over and slows his thrusts making them more sensual and gentle.
"Faster," I grunt.
He buries his face in my neck and continues going slow. "Let me love you," he whispers taking me by surprise.
With wide eyes I nod. "Okay," I whisper back.
A smile tugs at his lips and he captures my lips in an embrace. He continues to make love to me while placing kisses upon my body. Christian's mouth closes over my nipple and my back arches. "Mmm."
"I love you," I whisper as we're laying on our bed, our bodies intertwined.
Christian breathes in deeply before responding. "I love you too." He runs his fingers along the side of my body giving me goosebumps. "I won't be here when you wake up."
I sigh. "Work?"
He nods. "I have an early meeting, but I'll be at SIP around noon. Are you okay with eating in?"
"How's Chinese sound?"
"Perfect." He kisses me softly.
I place my hand on his chest, above his heart and absentmindedly draw circles with my finger. It's been two weeks since we had gone to Ray's and since then I've managed to find a wedding dress. We asked Grace if we could hold the wedding at her house and she was ecstatic. She's more than willing to let us have our wedding there.
By the time I fall asleep it's almost morning. Christian fell asleep before me, of course. I had the biggest headache and felt more sick then I ever have. Fortunately for me I didn't throw up.
Light shines through the windows, waking me from sleep. I yawn and stretch like a cat feeling refreshed. Christian is gone, obviously at his meeting and I'm alone. I frown and then shrug. Time for a shower. I clamber out of bed and head into the bathroom. I turn on the shower and let it run while I undress.
The hot water cascades down my back as I wash my hair with Christian's shampoo, not wanting to use mine. "Okay, Little Blip, we have three meetings today. Do you think we can make it without being sick?" We can definitely try. Although it probably won't work. Morning sickness will come when it wants to.
After my shower, I don't bother wrapping a towel around my body seeing as I'm the only one here. I sashay into the bedroom only to find a masked person standing there with a gun pointed at me. Before I'm able to react, the gun goes off.
I wake with a scream. My heart is pounding and I'm shaking. I grab my stomach and begin to sob. The door bursts open and I clutch the blanket to my chest. Sawyer stands there searching for something. His eyes land on me and they soften from their once hardened look.
"Are you okay, Miss Steele?"
Shakily, I nod. "I-I'm fine. It was just a nightmare. C-can you ask Gail to make me tea?"
Sawyer nods and closes the door behind him. I could see in his eyes that he was concerned. Most likely he'd tell Taylor and Taylor would tell Christian. I wrap the blanket around myself and attempt to walk to the bathroom, but my knees buckle. Once again I begin to sob. I curl up in the blanket and hold my stomach. What was that? Daddy's never going to let anything happen to us, Little Blip. After ten minutes of trying to curl into myself, I finally get up and shower. My face is red and blotchy but I don't care.
I dress into a white blouse and black slacks. I don't bother with my hair and just throw it up. Heels or flats? Flats. With the decision, I slip on black flats and grab my phone, dialing Christian's number. I'm still shaken up about the nightmare and I don't feel safe anymore.
"Ana, is everything okay? Are you okay? The baby?"
Tears well up in my eyes and I try to blink them away, but I'm unable to. "No, everything is not okay."
I could sense the color draining from Christian's face. "I'm on my way."
"I'm not at work yet, Christian."
"Then where are you?"
"At home. I ... C-can I work fr-from Grey H-house today?"
Christian's worried and anxious. Even over the phone I can tell. "Of course, Ana. You can do anything you want. I'll have Andrea call someone to bring in a desk for you."
"Thank you," I whisper.
"Ana, tell me what's wrong?"
"When I get there."
"Just tell me if something's wrong with the baby," he pleads, his voice strained.
"Nothing's wrong with the baby."
Sawyer doesn't ask questions when I tell him to bring me to Grey House. Christian has an extra desk in his office along with breakfast for me. I literally run into his arms when I see him. He strokes my hair gently and tries to calm my hysteria. "I-I had a nightmare. Th-there was a masked m-man with a gun—"
A pained look overtakes Christian's face. "He shot you," he whispers, looking pained, sick, and pale.
I nod and bury my face in his chest. "Can I work here for a little while?"
"Ana, why don't we just take the final step and move SIP to Grey House and make it Grey Publishings?"
My eyes grow wide. "But ... would that be okay?"
"I own SIP. Of course it would be okay."
"Okay," I whisper.
Christian beams. "I'll start on that right away." As it turns out, after Christian got off the phone with me, he canceled any and all meetings for the day. I think that's a sweet gesture.
I take a seat at the desk that was newly set up in the office. "Thank you for this," I say just as Christian sits at his own desk.
"Anything for you, baby," he says with a smile.
Christian busies himself with work while I eat my breakfast. His eyes drift to me every so often. A smile becomes a permanent look on my face. When I look at Christian, he turns away acting like he wasn't just looking at me. But when I start going through paperwork and find him looking at me, he doesn't look away. Instead he smiles.
"What?" I ask. "Why do you keep looking at me?"
"You're so beautiful," Christian murmurs.
A blush settles on my cheeks. He chuckles and I purposely ignore him. I'm just about finished with all the paperwork and about to start editing a paper when Christian is suddenly next to me. He strokes my cheek lovingly. I continue to ignore him and begin to type away on the computer.
He begins to kiss my neck. "Christian," I warn. His laughter vibrates my neck. My inner goddess is screaming at me to give in, but I can't. I need to complete my work like he needs to complete his.
"Oh, Ana, my beautiful Ana."
Andrea chooses that moment to knock on the door. Christian groans. "Come in," he calls bitterly.
"Mr. Grey, your brother is here. Shall I send him in?" Andrea doesn't look as frightened as others would be. It must be from how long she's worked with him.
Christian clears his throat. "Andrea? What did I tell you about meetings today." Oh my God. Seriously?
"Oh hush, Christian," I say. "Andrea, send him in." As soon as Andrea disappears, I address Christian. "Stow your twitching palm, Mr. Grey."
"Fuck," he curses. "Why the fuck is my brother always interrupting us?
I roll my eyes. "This wasn't going to go anywhere."
"That's what you think."
Ever since we went out to dinner with Ray and the rest of the family, Elliot has been walking in on some pretty steamy scenes between me and Christian. It's like he knows when we're about to have sex. We're either in the act or we're doing foreplay. He always has some sort of dilemma that only Christian or I can handle. Most of the time he just interrupts us, but some of the time he literally walks in on us. Christian has almost killed his brother many times.
Elliot saunters in with a smug grin on his face like he knew. "Well hello there."
Christian slams his hands on my desk. "What the fuck, Elliot. Do you have us bugged? How the hell do you know?"
The eldest Grey son shrugs. "I have a sixth sense."
"Yeah, right," I respond. "But seriously, Elliot, do you have us bugged? If you do, you should fear for your life. I cannot save you from Christian's wrath."
"You won't need to. I truly do not have either one of you bugged. I'm telling you I have a sixth sense."
I just stare at him. "I'm already pregnant. It's not like you're stopping him from impregnating me." Christian places his hands on my shoulders, situating himself behind me.
He shrugs again. "True. I guess I'll stop. Now I have an actual problem. I was heading over to SIP because Kate wanted me to give something to you. There was a man outside that asked me about you, Ana." Christian's hands tighten on my shoulders. "I called security and then went inside to see if you were there. Hanna said that you never came in and so I figured you'd be here. It was sheer luck really that Christian was trying to get some." Elliot hands me an envelope from Kate. "Kate told me not to open it, but she did say to tell you that it showed up at the apartment."
One second the envelope is in my hands and the next it's not. "Chrisitan-" I start to protest, but stop once I see the fear in his eyes.
"Elliot, stay with Ana. I'll be back."
I blink at his retreating figure as he walks out the door. Elliot looks at me. "What was that about? And why is there another desk for you in Christian's office?"
"To be honest, Elliot, I have no idea. As for the desk, well, I wanted to work from here for a couple of days."
Elliot arches a brow. "Would that have anything to do with the fear I saw in my brother's eyes?"
I look at him. "I'm not entirely sure."
Ooooooooookay. Hello and welcome to the end of the seventh chapter. That smut scene sucked and it was short. I know. It's my first one so it obviously wasn't any good. Buuuuuuut heyyyyy. I'll work on it and get a better one. You guys know the deal with the so I won't keep repeating my spiel. Although, I will thank all of you for the awesome reviews! Thanks so much.
