I do not own the Fifty Shades Trilogy characters – those belong to E.L. James.

A/N: Sorry for the delay, but life got in the way and I've been working on my other story, Follow Your Heart. Enjoy!

CPOV

After spending the morning in bed with Ana and the thought of her being my wife, I have this stupid, fucking grin on my face. What the fuck is wrong with you Grey? Your staff will really be gossiping about you now. I have both Ros and Andrea in my office as we are on a conference call with a potential partner in Los Angeles.

"Mr. Grey, I'll have those reports sent to you by tomorrow morning", Henry Wright blares through the speakerphone. Good, this means this fucking call is done and I can attend to more important matters.

"Thank you Mr. Wright. I'll have Andrea Parker follow-up with you by email", and I end the call.

"Seems like you may have pulled this off Christian", Ros remarks with a smirk. Of course I did. I'm fucking amazing at my job and I can get any client, investor, and partnership I need to make GEH successful.

"Of course he's going to partner with us. It will be the best fucking business decision he makes this year. Once we get his reports, we'll break them down and tell him how the show is going to go. Well ladies, if you excuse me, I have a few calls to make". Both Ros and Andrea make their way out of the office.

I wasn't happy when Sawyer reported that the fucker Kavanagh was at the apartment with Ana when she was packing, but only for about an hour. Then Mia came by and the three of them went to lunch together. I'm glad that Ana and Mia are getting along. Actually, that is very important to me. If they didn't, I don't know if I could be with Ana as Mia and the rest of my family are very important to me.

"Sawyer, have you moved Miss Steele's personal belongs to Escala?" Yes, I'm calling Sawyer again today but I need to confirm she's move her shit in.

"Yes sir, everything has been moved".

"Is she there now?"

"No sir, she is shopping with Miss Grey". Oh good, spending time with my little sister and hopefully spending my money.

"Is Mr. Kavanugh still with them?"

"No sir".

"Thank you Sawyer".

Once I hang up with Sawyer, my phone rings.

"Grey".

"Yes, Mr. Grey, this is Olga Kelly from Sotherby Estates. I was calling to let you know of a house that just came on the market that you may be interested in. It's an older home located right on the Sound". About a year ago, I contacted Ms. Kelly about any potential homes that may be for sale on the Sound, right on the water. She has emailed me a few properties, but nothing worth investing in. Hopefully this is the house, the house that I will share with Ana.

"Ms. Kelly, please email the specs on the property and I will contact you if I'm interested".

"Very well Mr. Grey. I'll have that information to you shortly".

I get the details on the property within minutes from Ms. Kelly and the house is twelve-thousand square feet that sits on six acres of land, right on the water. I could even dock the The Grace there, perfect. The house looks dated, but I would tear it down and have Elliot build new one, and at 5.5 million dollars, this is a bargain. I email her back and tell her that I want to see it tomorrow and to let me know immediately if any offers are put in on the house before I look at it.

After a productive day, I'm on my home and I'm fucking thrilled to be going home to my Ana. She is officially living with me and I hope that I go home to her everyday for the rest of my life. I know she wants to wait on getting married, but I've never been so sure of wanting her for the rest of my life. Maybe I'll propose to her this weekend, but it has to be hearts and flowers. Are you sure you can pull off hearts and flowers, Grey? Fuck, I need to get a ring! Shit! I quickly call my guy over at Cartier and let him know that I'll be by tomorrow to look at diamond rings. He assures that he will have every flawless diamond in the store available to me and if he doesn't have it, he will have diamonds shipped from their Beverly Hills location.

When I step into the penthouse, I smell paint? "What the fuck are you doing?", and I can't help the slight amusement in my voice.

The couch and the floors all around are draped in cloth and Ana is standing next to the wall with a paint roller on a long handle. She has on some short denim shorts and tank top with pigtails in her hair. She looks fucking hot.

"I'm painting and hello to you too, Christian", she looks at me with her head cocked to the side, giving me a scowl. Too fucking cute.

I have to chuckle as I approach her. "Baby, why are you painting?" I look at the wall and she is painting it a dark blue, which is actually a nice color.

"Well, I feel like the apartment needed some color". She puts down the roller and come over to me and puts her arms around my neck and gives me a soft kiss on the lips. "Don't worry, I'm only doing this one wall, not the entire room. Do you like it? I probably should have asked you first, I'm sorry".

As I put my arms around her waist, I kiss her back but I slip my tongue in. "Baby, don't worry about the color, I like it. It's just that we can hire people do this if you want to redecorate. However, you do look sexy with a paint roller in your hand". I skim my fingertips below the hem of her shorts, on her bare skin. "Actually, if you are going to wear these shorts, you can paint the whole fucking apartment", and I lean down and kiss her on the spot below her ear that drives her crazy.

"Christian", she whispers and she takes my jacket off and starts with my tie.

"Tell me what you want baby", I breathe against her skin as I continue to kiss her neck and jawline.

She pulls back and looks at me through her lashes as she finishes with my tie and starts to unbutton my shirt at the neck. "I want you, but I need to finish painting first". Fuck, she's going to make me wait and I have a hard on.

"We'll have Mrs. Jones call a painter to come in tomorrow and finish this. Just clean up and we can have dinner". She bites her lower lip and I can tell she is thinking about something, but I'm just thinking about fucking her. "Don't bite that lip, Miss Steele", and I bend down and capture that lower lip with my teeth.

"Okay", she breathes. As she cleans up from painting, I go to the bedroom to take off the rest of my suit, but I'm also constantly on my Blackberry as business doesn't stop when I leave the office. When I finally get down to my boxers, Ana comes in to the bedroom.

"What did you want to do for dinner? I gave Mrs. Jones the night off, I hope you don't mind", and she leaning against the door frame of the closet door. Man, her legs go on forever on those shorts.

"I hope you don't plan to wear those shorts outside of this apartment", and I raise an eyebrow to let her know that I'm serious. I don't want other fuckers looking at her legs.

"Why?", and her little brow furrows and she looks down at her shorts. Again, too fucking cute!

"Because those are some very short, shorts and if you bend over, I'm sure people can see your ass". I step closer to her. "Turn around and bend over", I command her. She gives me a funny look, turns and then bends over.

"Just what I thought", and I put my hands on her ass and caress her pale, soft skin. Pink, would be better color on her. "They are very short", and I slip a finger up into her short, past her panties, and into her folds. "Already wet baby". As my fingers do their magic, she starts to moan and my dick is dancing to her sounds.

"Oh, Christian", she moans, so I pick up the pace.

"You like that. How about I take you from behind?", I'm so rock hard that I'm panting.

"In the shower", she moans again. That is the best idea I've heard today.

APOV

Both Christian and I couldn't get my clothes off fast enough for the shower. Once we got in, he put the all the shower heads to the max with hot water. Oooh, this feels nice. We both all hands and tongues all over each other. I missed him today. I get down my knees and slowly take his erection in my mouth. As I look up to him through my lashes, he has his eyes closed and his mouth is open. I love that I can make him feel this way, that I'm giving him pleasure. I want to give him pleasure for rest of our lives and I can't believe that he wants to marry me.

I take him faster and deeper in my mouth until he has his orgasm and I swallow everything he pours into my mouth.

"Fuck! You're so amazing", he tells me as he pulls me up. "Now, your turn", he breathes while he takes one of my nipples in his mouth and slips two fingers inside of me. I ride his hand until I have the most amazing orgasm. When I finally open my eyes, his forehead is against mine and his eyes are hooded. "I'm going to fuck you really hard tonight", he whispers. "Let's finish up in here so I can take you out to dinner".

After we finish our shower, Christian dresses in a gray button down shirt and black dress pants that show off his fantastic ass. He tells me to put on a nice dress but he won't tell me where we are going. So I decide to wear a black and white sheath dress with black high-heeled sandals. Though I was bit uncomfortable with all the clothes Christian bought for me at first, I'm glad I have such beautiful things in my closet.

Christian decides to take the R8 and we drive with the top down to enjoy the bit of sunshine there is left of the day. I really do love this car and may be he'll let me drive it one day. I can't stop looking at Christian with the wind blowing his copper locks around and he has his aviator sunglasses on. How did I get so lucky to have such a beautiful man in my life.

He looks over at me with a grin, "Why are you staring at me?", and he puts his hand on my knee.

I grin with him. "I'm just taking in the scenery". He chuckles at my statement.

We pull up in front of the Harbor Club and Christian hands his car over to the valet and comes over and takes my hand. We don't have to wait and actually, Christian doesn't give his name. "Good evening Mr. Grey. Your table is waiting", the matre d tells us. We're seated at an intimate table for two overlooking the water.

As soon as we're seated, our waiter comes over and takes our drink order. Christian grabs my hand and softly rubs his thumb across my knuckles.

"Did you get your all your stuff moved into the penthouse today?"

"Yes. I didn't have very much as I left all the furniture at the apartment. I had Sawyer put everything in the upstairs bedroom, you know, my old room. Is that okay?" I know that I live there now too, but I don't think I'll ever get to the point of being comfortable putting my stuff in his bedroom.

"Sure. Now that you moved in, you will be in charge of the house, so whatever you want to do with that bedroom is up to you. You can even paint the whole damn place if you want to", and he smirks at me.

"Well, I won't redo the entire penthouse, but I wanted to add some colors. I also bought new linens and a duvet for your bedroom and some outdoor seating for the balcony".

"Sounds like you spent some money today. And it's our bedroom". Just then, the waiter is back with our drinks and we give him our dinner order.

"Yes, Mia wanted to go shopping today after lunch and saw a few things in Pottery Barn that I really liked. I'm not much for shopping, but I do like to decorate". I bought the outdoor seating for his birthday party on Saturday night as Mia suggested that if we had a nice evening, we could open the balcony doors so guests could enjoy themselves outside.

"How would like a whole house to decorate for your next project?", he asks. What?

"What do you mean?", that I almost stutter out.

"Well, there is a house further up on the Sound that I'm interested in. You and I are going to look at tomorrow as it just came on the market".

"A house? I didn't know you wanted to buy a house? What's wrong with the penthouse?"

"Nothing. I've always wanted to live on the water, but I've been waiting for the right property to come along". He kisses my knuckles, "Wouldn't you like to have a house? Our own home. Besides, I'll still keep the penthouse in Escala for times when we need to stay in the city".

"Buying a home seems like a big step Christian". I start to frown as thought of home ownership seems a bit daunting. I don't even have a job! How am I suppose to contribute to buying a house.

"What's wrong Anastasia?", he asks and just then our food arrives.

"It's just without a job, how can I contribute to buying a house?"

"Anastasia, I this would be our home, my gift to you. Why are you worried about this? I can afford it". I don't think he will ever get it. "Besides, when you become my wife, everything I own will be yours too". Holy shit!

"Christian, I don't know if we should have this discussion right now."

He stops eating with his fork almost to his mouth and puts it down. He cocks his head to the side and I see that look of fear in his eyes. "I thought you wanted to get married?"

I grab his hand. "I do Christian, but I don't want to rush into marriage. I love you so much but I think we still have a lot to learn about each other. Anyway, shouldn't I sign prenup"?

"What? No! Anastasia, I love you and I've waited my entire life for you. Everything I have, the houses, cars, boat, plane, and money. Why wouldn't I share that with you? I want to give you everything and have you never want for nothing". I can feel the tears in my eyes because I love this man so much and that he would share everything with me.

"It's just, that you have everything and I wouldn't bring anything but my student loans".

"Baby, don't cry. You've brought me your love, kindness, innocence. That means more to me than the materialistic items that I have. Look, it's just a house I'm interested at looking at and I want you to come as your opinion will matter most. We don't have to buy a house if you feel that uncomfortable about, I'm just thinking about our future. Let's finish our dinner before this food gets cold".

After dinner, we head back to Escala and since it's such a warm night, I convince Christian to sit out in the balcony with me instead of going to his study.

"What do you think?" I ask him about the new outdoor furniture that is out on the balcony. There is a large sectional couch outside made from resin with cushions and a lot of pillows. I also purchased the a center table and two side tables. I convinced Sawyer to get a moving van so we could bring them home today.

"Wow, it looks like the living room. I can't wait to fuck you out here", he states and he has a bottle of Bollinger and two glasses in his hand. He puts the glasses down on the center table and pours us each a glass and hands me one. He holds up his glass, "To a beautiful future with the most beautiful woman". I blush at his toast and lean up and kiss him softly on the lips.

"You're so romantic Mr. Grey", and I kiss him again.

"Only for you Miss Steele and future Mrs. Grey". He puts his free arm around my waist and pulls me in tight to him.

I giggle, "Future Mrs. Grey? I don't have a ring on my finger".

"Well, I'm trying but you're not ready, remember?"

"I do Mr. Grey. Why the rush?"

"Because I love you and I know you're the only woman I want to be with for the rest of my life. And when I want something, I don't like to wait".