Alright alright I heard you. I can't seem to force them into bed until they're ready. Just hang in there. Just to answer some of the reviewers questions, once the story progresses we'll find out more about CG's relationship with his wife.

Thanks again for your reviews. I appreciate it.

A/N: I do not own any of these characters.


"I'm sorry Ana," he spoke once he shut the front door behind us. I was still shaken by the incident in the car earlier to even acknowledge his apology. He followed me as I marched into the kitchen for a glass of water. I needed to cool myself off after that steamy session that was supposedly unintentional. "I got carried away," he explained ruefully across the counter as I filled a glass with water before gulping it down. Boy was I thirsty.

"Are you angry at me?" he continued again as I finished every last drop, quenching my thirst before letting out a sharp breath.

I shook my head honestly, reprieving any guilt looming over him. "No. It wasn't your fault. We were both caught in the moment," I assured him, shifting my gaze, looking down at my empty glass and recalling the scene, "I forgot Taylor was there..." I trailed grimacing in embarrassment. How did I forget about Taylor? "I don't know- it's just... When I'm around you it seemed like no one else existed. Like we were in our own little world and nothing else...matters."

"I agree." My focus trained on him as he rounded the corner and stopped before me, leaning sideways against the counter. He placed his hand on the side of my waist and brushed my stomach with his thumb. "I find myself vulnerable in your presence. I lose focus. I lose control. And that's not me. It doesn't happen often, but it doesn't mean I don't like it." He sighed, "You've beguiled me Ana." His eyes dropped down and fixated itself on that indecisive thumb of his, deep in thought, like he was contemplating on his action.

"What do you want to do now?" I asked anxiously, eagerly wanting him to resume where we left off. His grip on my waist tightened before swallowing hard.

"I need to make an important phone call. It shouldn't take no more than thirty minutes."

"Okay," I uttered in discontent, nodding my head. He shot me down again. How disappointing. Jeez, what does a girl have to do to get laid with Christian Grey? I dismissed that question shortly as I watched him disappear into his office. Abandoned, I dejectedly paced upstairs to change into something more comfortable, a pair of white cotton shorts and a pink camisole. Selecting one of the books I bought from the local bookstore I made my way downstairs and into the indoor swimming pool where I dipped my feet in and immersed in my book. The heated pool was soothing and the view of the beach from the window, although dark, was still gorgeous.


"Ana," Christian called softly not to startle me. I peered over my shoulder to see Christian in something more comfortable as well: a navy blue swim trunks with a yellow waistband and a white t-shirt. Although simple he still looked scrumptious. Two plush towels were also draping over his forearm. Had it been thirty minutes already? I hadn't realize. The book had done it's job in keeping my mind occupied, distracting me from any naughty thoughts.

"Hi," I smiled lightly at him. "Join me?"

"Sure." He hooked the towels on the wall mounted rack before coming over and dipping his feet beside mine.

"Everything okay?" I asked warily. He gazed at the pool for a second before drawing a frail smile.

"Everything went perfectly smooth," he lied vaguely. Apparently something was bothering him, but I refrained myself from pressing him to avoid any altercation that might arrive from digging into his personal business. That phone call he made must've dampened his mood. "What are you reading?" He flicked the cover to catch the title.

"Hunger Games," I replied with a shrug. "I enjoyed the film so much I thought I should give the book a try. I heard it's way better than the film and so far I'm really loving it," I gushed animatedly.

"I haven't seen the film," he informed me apathetically.

"You haven't?" I questioned in a way too surprised manner. "You're really missing out. I'm gonna have to put that on our bucket list. We have to watch it together," I insisted as I closed the book and sat it aside.

"Sounds good," he agreed before he chuckled and shook his head.

"What?"

"Nothing," he shook his head again, sealing his lips shut.

"What?" I pestered nudging my shoulder against his.

"Noth-thing," he repeated firmly, but with a trace of humor.

I glared and pouted in return before kicking my foot up, gushing a pool of water over us. He gasped in condemnation, scowling at me.

"Why, Miss Steele. Do you want to play?" I summoned up a wicked grin.

"What do you have in mind?" I asked playfully, and just to incite him furthermore I added, "Sir." It worked immensely. His eyes darkened and his lips curled up into a mischievous grin. How could a simple address cause such a dramatic change in his demeanor?

"Hold your breath."

"What?" I furrowed my brow, uncertain.

"Hold your breath." He circled my waist.

"No," I exclaimed in protest, but it was too late; we're already hurling forward into the pool. "Ahh! Christian!" I screamed as we splashed into the water, completely submerging before we surfaced. Christian was laughing elatedly as I raked my drenched hair out of my face and caught my breath.

"I can't believe you just did that," I scolded, thrusting water at him. He dodged it swiftly before coming at me and enveloping me in his arms. His wet hair was slicked back and his face sparkled thanks to the droplets of water that were reflected by the lights beaming from the bottom of the pool. He looked angelic, and he's wet. Yum.

"You're so beautiful, Ana," he complimented as my lustful blue met his intense grey. I almost melted from his sensual stare. "So beautiful." He leaned in and gently gave me a deep kiss before placing his forehead against mine and sighed, "What are you doing to me?"

"I should be asking you that. You had me doing things that I would never thought of doing in a million years," I pointed and he smirked knowingly, reflecting back to our risky business in the car. Before I knew it he arched back into the water and started floating off with a big grin across his face like a carefree child. I'd never seen him so at eased. I swam after and joined him, floating on my back, alongside him. We stayed afloat for nearly fifteen minutes in silence reveling in the warmth of the pool. I didn't notice how intricate the ceiling was until now. It looked like a maze and if you focus hard enough you could make out an image of a peacock's tail. It was beautiful. Lost in the moment, an unexpected brush over my back startled me and I turned my head to see Christian. He was already on his feet and holding his arms out from underneath like two logs to keep me afloat.

"What's on your mind?" he asked attentively.

"I was just thinking how wonderful this place is. It's like a realm of possibilities. Anything could happen here." Anchoring my hand on his shoulder, I sunk myself to my feet, facing him. "How could anyone not love this place...because I love this place. And spending it with you is a bonus." I tossed my arms over his shoulders and stood on my toe, pulling him down to meet my lips. He splayed his palms on my butt and yanked me close. My legs instinctively parted and locked themselves around his hips so effortlessly. The gravity of the water made it a hundred times easier. He then trudged us back to the shallow end of the pool where he laid me over the steps, with my lower half underwater. His mouth descended down sucking my neck then my throat and then the little dip between my chest. My breathing hitched as my teeth trapped my bottom lip. I was on the verge of ecstasy. With one arm still around my waist, he lifted me up and laid me over the rim of the pool. His fingers scrunched up my top baring my midriff and he trailed wet kisses all over my stomach, devouring every inch of it. Both of his hands crawled up and cupped by breast, kneading and squeezing them together. A pinch of my nipples through the wet fabric sent shivers down my spine. Fuck. I moaned quietly; my core started convulsing with anticipation.

"C'mon," I urged breathlessly and pulled myself up from under him before hasting towards the towels hooked on the wall. Christian joined me. I handed a towel to him and we partly dried ourselves off before heading out and pacing upstairs. "Shower with me," I requested dragging him into our room. He clenched onto the doorpost causing me to jerk back and frown over my shoulder. He reverted back to his previous self; the carefree Christian was gone; the virtuous man came back.

"No," he spat out adamantly and my excitement waned substantially, hauling my sex drive along with it. With that, he released his hand from my grip and marched off toward the bathroom down the hall, leaving me to wallow in confusion.


"Why do you even bother, Ana?" I chided myself through the bathroom mirror with a towel around my body. The cold shower I just took wasn't cold enough to numb the fact that Christian had rejected me again. What was it gonna take? Maybe I should just give up. Eventually, it'll hurt me; rejection after rejection would only wound my ego. He said I was beautiful. He said he felt something for me, but he sure had a way of proving it. I sighed heavily looking at the pale face before me. Be strong Ana. Be strong. It's not you. It's him. Just grant him a little more time. Good things come to those who wait. Be patient. I nodded affirmatively, putting the issue on the back burner for now. After a deep breath, I dropped my towel and slipped on a blue laced panties and matching bra that his personal shopper had particularly chosen for me. I'd have to admit. It looked amazing on me; the bra really enhanced my boobs. And then it dawned on me. What was the point of having this on if he wasn't gonna make love to me anyway? The purpose of it was to seduce him into sleeping with me, but he's taking this celibacy thing really seriously. Sighing, I opened the door and walked into our bedroom.

To my surprise, Christian was already in the room sitting on the edge of the bed facing the glass wall, donning only his grey boxer briefs. His elbows were propped over his knees while burying his face in his hands. His posture foretold the extreme anxiety he was encountering. With that in mind, I cornered the bed cautiously and stood before him, observing him in silence. It took him a moment before he acknowledge my presence, uncovering his face and flopping his arms between his legs. His gaze started from my feet and then gradually drifted upward till he met my stare. God, he was much more miserable than I thought. His eyes were fueled with desire yet his expression was anything but. And at that moment I detested myself for throwing him into this conundrum. What a selfish bitch I was; I never factored in the consequences that he'd be facing from fulfilling my fantasy. But the consequences hadn't deter the feelings and urges I still had for him. I still wanted him. Inching forward, I stopped between his thighs just enough to brush his silky skin against mine. His hands tentatively crawled up my hips and his cheeks grazed my stomach amorously. Was this a sign? Was he about to let his guard down? I hugged his head gently against my flesh; my fingers caressed his hair with reverence. Make love to me. Just make love to me and everything will fall into place. His arms enclosed my hips and he gave me a gentle squeeze before expelling a wistful sigh.

"Ana."


Should I or should I not have Christian succumb to her needs? Hmm... You decide.