A/N: apologies, I know a lot of you wanted this sooner but I haven't been well, among other things. Here it is - the second half of the gala. Hope it was worth the wait.

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There will be a 'continuation' chapter very soon for those that are requesting it xx

Take 10 - Fundraiser Pt 2

APOV

When we finally emerge from the bathroom and enter the tent, the music is already in full swing and the dance floor filled with couples entranced with each other.

"We missed our million dollar dance." I laugh. I still can't believe he paid just under a million for the auction. Admittedly he had a lot of competition, but still! It certainly reminded me of how wealthy he is.

"So we did." Christian pulls me onto the dance floor and wraps his arms around me. "But it was worth it." I feel his roguish smile against my still flushed cheek as he sways me to the music. We blend into the crowd, loosing ourselves in each other and the music.

"This is nice." I raise my head from his chest, I want to look into those mesmerising eyes, get lost in the pools of gray.

"Mmmm." He sighs, utterly content, resting his forehead on mine. "I could dance with you all night." He murmurs. I wrap my arms around his neck and encourage his lips to mine.

His lips brush against mine before pressing down gently and molding to me perfectly. I part my lips and deepen the kiss. I can never get enough. He is like a drug, and I am unashamedly addicted.

I look over his broad shoulder and see Elena, sitting at a table behind us, she has a wine in her hand and she is blatantly staring at us. Her eyes darken when she catches me looking at her. Does this woman actually think I'm scared of her? I hit her with a wicked smirk, then brush my cheek against Christians while she watches, my lips dragging across his jaw. I nip his jaw lightly with my teeth then capture his lips with mine causing him to groan.

"Baby, if you are going to use your teeth we'll end up in the bathroom again... The fireworks are starting soon." He hums beside my ear.

"I love fireworks!" My eyes open wider in excitement. "Lets go get a good spot." Elena is forgotten.

"Yes, Ma'am." He chuckles and leads me from the dance floor by my hand.

Walking past Taylor and Sawyer he nods, and they follow behind us. We walk out onto the lawn, to the same spot where he told me about his mother and touch issues last night. He sits down first and pulls me down on to his lap so that I am sitting sideways. Frowning when he sees my dress exposing most of my leg, he pulls the bottom of my dress up and wraps it around my bent leg like a blanket.

"That's better." He kisses the tip of my nose.

"Better than?" I enquire.

"Every fucker seeing what's mine." He growls and tugs me firmly to his chest.

"Christian, anyone here could google my name and see pictures of me in a lot less than this." He frowns and stares ahead at the shimmering surface of the sound, the moonlight hitting the water beautifully. I wrap my arms around his neck and rest my head on his shoulder, letting him think about whatever it is that's bugging him in peace.

"Are you cold,". He asks quietly, his hand now stroking my bare shoulders. "You feel cold, do you want my jacket?"

"No, I'm good. I'm 'wine' warm." I giggle, having had my fair share of alcohol tonight.

"There you guys are!" Kate and Elliot drop down beside us. I look at Kate with a raised eyebrow. Her cheeks are flushed and her hair off centre. She is smiling widely - don't have to guess what they have been up to!

"Tart!" I mouth.

"You can talk." She mouthes back and looks at me with a knowing expression. She obviously noticed our lack of appearance during the first dance. We giggle, causing both Christian and Elliot to look at us wondering what was so funny.

"I like it when you giggle." Christian nuzzles my ear, I lean into him and close my eyes.

"I've been looking everywhere for you guys!" Mia and Remmie park themselves on the other side of us. Mia is looking a little annoyed and Remmie is looking at Christian and I - more so me. Christian tenses and glares at Remmie. I don't really blame him, he's being very obvious about his staring.

"Hey," I rest my head on Christians, diverting his attention from Remmie. "Don't." I whisper and hold him tighter. I don't want Mia's night being ruined because Christian and Remmie go at it.

"You're mine." He sighs, tension still radiating from him.

"All yours." I smile, trying to soothe his jealously fuelled, foul mood. "You are kind of cute when your jealous."

"Cute?" I manage to get a smile from him.

"Cute." I reply giving him a soft kiss.

"Ladies and Gentleman, I do believe we have blown last years total clean out of the water. Your generosity tonight has raised a grand total of four million, two hundred and seventy one thousand dollars!" He announces dramatically and is rewarded with cheers and clapping.

"Thanks to you!" Mia smiles at me. "All the tight bastards who usually keep their money close wanted to flash their cash with you here. I think they were out to impress." She laughs. I giggle with her while Christian scowls.

"Cute." I giggle giving him another kiss.

All the outdoor lights turn off and we are sitting in darkness for a few moments before the spectacular fireworks display starts.

CPOV

I watch Ana as the fireworks explode in the sky, the different colours illuminating her face. She turns to me and smiles. "This is amazing."

I nod and she turns back around to face the display. Fireworks aren't particularly exciting for me, I'd rather watch Ana. I am completely bewitched by her - her movements, expressions, her eyes, her body, her heart, her spirit. She has captivated me on such a deep level it's unsettling. I'm not a person who likes to be affectionate in public, hell, I don't even like affection, but with Ana I need to touch her constantly, kiss her again and again. I don't care who's looking, I need her. It's crazy considering how short a time we've known each other. I feel like I've found my soul mate, my other half.

"Baby, you're not watching?" She nuzzles my nose with hers. I grab her face and kiss her. Fuck her lips are magic, so warm and pouty and welcoming. She moans into my mouth and weaves her fingers through my hair, her tongue darting out across mine. I mirror her action, eliciting a soft whimper.

"Christian." She sighs, moving on my lap uncomfortably. I can tell she's restraining herself. Her thighs are tensing, trying to stop herself from straddling me and her arms are locked tightly so that her hands can't roam inappropriately.

"Parrrrrtay time!" Mia announces, jumping from the grass with her dress hitched up. We've missed the rest of the fireworks display.

I pull away from Ana hesitantly. "I usually go home about now."

"Really?" She asks, genuinely surprised. "You don't stay for the after party?"

"No, why do you want to?" Please say no, please say no. I just want to take her home and have her to myself.

"Just for a little bit?" She asks hopefully, batting her fucking eyelashes - it's only sexy when she does it. How can I refuse that?

"Whatever you want, baby." She rewards me with a kiss.

I rise to my feet holding her and fix her dress. "Let me go to the restroom real quick."

"Ooh, wait for me!" Kate whispers something in Elliot's ear making him grin like a shumck. Ana motions for Sawyer to come over, letting him know she's off to the restrooms, then all the girls disappear, Mia included. They walk up to the portable units hand in hand giggling like high school girls. Good fucking grief.

Elliot and I sit back with a beer, while we wait for them. Fuck they've been gone forever! Remmie is quiet - dumb fucker. It's probably a good thing because I think if he opened his mouth I'd knock him out, especially if he mentioned Ana.

"Holy fucking shit Bro." Elliot grabs my forearm and points to the entrance of the dance tent.

"Jesus." I run a hand through my hair. They've changed into nightclub apparel. "What the...? Where are the fucking pants to go with that top?

"Damn, looks at those legs." Elliot's, eyes are bulging out of his fucking head.

"You better be talking about the blonde!" I hiss. I know he's not. Why the fuck would she wear that? Ana has on a very, very short, emerald green halter dress. I can almost guarantee that if she bent over, she'd be flashing her panties. She looks smoking hot, but fuck me. If I'm hard just looking at her, so is every other fucker here.

Mia is in a short black skirt with a gold sequinned tank top and Kate is is a pair of shimmering white shorts and a sapphire blue, corset style top. Ana stands out more than any of them - her legs in particular.

I skull back my beer and grab another. Breathe, Christian, Breathe. I count backwards from 20 in my head. She's with you! She's yours. They can look, but they can't touch.

"Hey." She struts up looking every bit the movie star and sits on my knee. I can't say anything. My eyes are focused solely on her legs. I close my eyes and try counting again. "Are you okay?" She asks.

"I, ah... It's a bit short don't you think?" I run my finger up her exposed thigh and tug on the hem of her dress.

"You don't like my dress?" She plays with the fabric and looks disappointed.

"Baby, I love the dress, as does every other fucker here." I grind my back teeth trying to control myself.

"So you don't like the dress then?" She arches an eyebrow and looks at me seriously.

I groan, closing my eyes and tilting my head back. "You are going to kill me." I mutter.

"First of all, if I kill you, it better be by orgasm or I'll never forgive myself. Secondly, if you are worried about people seeing my bum, don't, I have matching green hot pants on underneath. The only person seeing my behind tonight is you." She taps my nose with her finger then follows it up with a kiss.

I raise my head and look up into her eyes. She still looks disappointed. "I wanted to look sexy for you." She pouts playfully.

"You are sooooo fucking sexy, baby." I run a finger along her shoulder. "I just don't like people looking at...fuck... You are not leaving my side, understand. Not even to piss."

"Ooooo kinky." She smiles and wraps her arms around me. "I accept your demands."

"Yes well, I may just spank you for this later... And If I get arrested for assault tonight, you baby, are bailing me out." I snake my arms around her waist and kiss her gently.

"If you two are going to suck face all night, you may as well go home and do it in private." Elliot groans.

"I think we just got told off." Ana giggles. "Come dance with me." She stands up from my lap and grabs a drink from the waiter who is walking past carrying a tray. I stand, shrugging my suit jacket off and removing my bow tie. She looks over her wine glass at me smiling as she takes a sip. She's in a cheeky mood tonight.

She walks up to me and unbuttons the top few buttons of my shirt. "That's better." She winks then grabs my hand and leads me to the dance floor next to Kate, Elliot, Mia and the fucker Remmie.

The music is loud, and the full lighting has been turned off, switched to flashing lights that pump to the beat of the bass.

"I loooove this song!" Kate screams and tugs on Ana's arm, pulling her over to dance. Ana giggles and starts moving to the music. Fuck I forgot how damn hot she looks when she's dancing. Her hands are in the air and her hips are moving to the music.

"I know you want it," Ana mouthes at me, singing along to the song. I've heard this song before, something about blurred lines. Kate is shimmying up and down beside Ana and Mia is throwing herself around Remmie.

"I don't know about you Bro, but fuck they look pretty fine out there. Too damn fine to be left alone. I'm going to steal my girl back - keep her away from all the other pricks in here." I nod at him and walk with him to the girls. Ana turns and sees me, she clamps down on her lip and her eyes twinkle as I get closer. I grab her hand when I am close enough and twirl her into me, her back to my front.

"Mmmm". She hums, her arms reaching above her head and wrapping around my neck. My hips move with hers, letting her grind into me as my hands flatten over her stomach.

She tilts her neck to the side, inviting me to rest my chin on her shoulder. After a beat she releases her hands, letting them drop to her side then bends her knees and shimmies back up. Fuck me! Her body hits me in all the right places, and judging by her grin she knows it. She continues to seduce me with her dancing, working up a sweat and eyeing me salaciously.

After many songs the music starts to tone down. I've surprised myself lasting this long on the dance floor.

Frank Oceans 'Lost' starts drifting through the tent and Ana flings her arms around my neck, kissing my neck and rolling her body against mine. My hands drop to her ass and push her into me as I rub against her. She responds by grinding into me, letting out a soft moan. Fuck we are damn near dry humping on the dance floor without a care as to who is watching. It's only Ana and I. Just the way I like it.

APOV

God he feels so good against me, his scent invading my nostrils and his hands squeezing my ass. He's incredible.

My eyes flick open as he rubs himself against me. The first thing I see is Elena standing across the dance floor looking at us. Is that bitch still here? I narrow my eyes at her and roll myself against his erection.

"Fuck, baby." He groans in my ear. I continue glaring back at Elena. She rolls her shoulders looking uncomfortable with my piercing gaze.

I place my hands on Christians back and drag them down from his shoulder blades to his ass. Elena's eyes widen and I give her a smirk. I know I probably shouldn't be using Christian like this, as a way to stake my claim, but I can't help myself.

"I need to pee." I murmur beside his ear, earning myself a panty dropping grin.

"Kinky." He smirks and pulls me up to the restrooms. Elena has disappeared. Good riddens. He checks the women's cubicles - finding all but one empty. He holds his finger up to his mouth letting me know to keep quiet then pushes me into one of the empty cubicles. He shuts the door and stands with his back against it.

"Pee." He mouthes. His presence doesn't leave much room to manoeuvre. I look him in the eyes as I tug my hot pants down then wiggle my panties down my thighs.

"Pervert." I mouth. He chews his bottom lip, stifling a satisfied smile. I sit down with my elbows resting on my knees and my head in my hands, tapping my foot trying to get past the shyness my bladder is experiencing. He arches an eyebrow.

"I'm trying." I whisper, rolling my eyes.

His phone starts ringing loudly in his pocket. "Fuck." He groans, checking the caller ID. "I have to take this." He shrugs disappointedly, then leans down to give me a quick kiss. "I'll be outside."

I lock the cubicle behind him and pee instantly. Oh the relief!

I am fixing myself up and washing my hands at the basin when the other occupied cubicle opens. Out walks Elena. I roll my eyes. Of course she's in here and would have heard Christian in the loo with me.

"You two look rather cosy." She hisses.

"That's because we are." I hiss back.

"You are no good for him." She grinds her teeth.

"You might want to be careful doing that... Your dentures might break." I snap.

"You can't give him what he needs. He has singular tastes, he'll tire of you and drop you like the rest of them."

My blood boils and I whip around to face her.

"Singular tastes?" I laugh. "A bit like yourself then? Only Christian likes his women legal." I spit. She gasps and pushes her chest out.

"There's that hideous, botched boob job again." I screw up my face. "You really should cover that mess up."

"You little..." She begins, looking flustered and awkward.

"Little what?" I get right up in her face. She backs up, surprised by my confrontation. "You disgust me. Just the sight of you makes me gag. Stay. Away. From. Christian." I seethe. "Or I will crush you and your lopsided silicon filled bags of wrinkles."

She scoffs, but her face is red.

"You can't hurt me." She chokes, "I'll have you up for assault so fast..."

"Oh... You dumb, vile, heinous bitch! I don't need to touch you Elena. All it would take is one sentence from me to ruin you...lets see," I tap my temple..."do I tell Letterman next month about the horrid service I received in one of your salons? Maybe I let it slip when I talk to 'Cosmopolitan'... Or perhaps, an Entertainment Tonight interview... Or did you forget how much influence I have?... What I wear... What make up I use... Where I get waxed...everyone wants to be me Elena, everyone goes where I go, people eat what I eat, they hate what I hate...well I hate you." I spit with such venom that she clutches her chest.

"Get the picture." I sneer.

"And when the public find out that your boyfriend is a kinky bastard who likes to handcuff and whip his bed mates ?" She laughs.

I mirror her fake laugh, stopping short with a moment of deadly silence.

"Then BDSM might just become the next biggest thing, ... Do you honestly think I care about what people think of what I get up to in the bedroom?...People will be flocking to sex stores" I laugh. "...is that all you have? Surely a woman of your age can do better than that?" I stare her down, keeping my cool.

"Baby, what's taking so long?" Christian strolls casually into the restrooms, stopping dead in his tracks when he sees Elena backed up against the wall.

"Elena here was just congratulating me on making the top 10 influential celebrities list this year. Wasn't that nice of her?" I smile at Elena. "Most people forget about that and only comment on me making the top 5 beautiful people list." I know that sounds conceited, but I'm trying to drum into Elena just how much influence I can have.

"Stay. Away. From. Her." He snarls at Elena, pointing his finger directly at her face. She straightens up, rolling her shoulders and glares at me.

"Take me home?" I turn to Christian, placing my hands flat against his chest. He wraps an arm around my back and pulls me to him, still glaring down Elena.

"I mean it Elena, stay away." He barks. He looks down at me and his stance softens instantly.

"Are you okay?" He whispers.

"I'm good." I give him a lust filled smile. He kisses the top of my head and leads me from the restrooms, his palm pressed firmly on the small of my back.

"I'm sorry, baby." He releases a sigh when we hit the grass. "I didn't realise she was still here. She doesn't normally stay for the after party."

"Why are you apologising?" I ask incredulously. "I can handle the troll, Christian."

"Troll?" He chuckles, raising an eyebrow.

"Troll!" I repeat menacingly. "I hate her Christian... What she did? There's just no excuse in the world that could justify that. I don't care how fucked up you were."

"Am. How fucked up I am.". He groans.

"Oh get off it! You are only as fucked up as you let yourself be." I roll my eyes, my confrontation with Elena mixed with too much wine bringing out my grumpy side.

"Hello feisty Ana." He takes hold of my hand and lifts it gently to his mouth, scattering my fingers with delicate, feather like kisses. His arms fold around me and hold me tight. "I don't want to fight about her." He sighs, loosening his hold on me to run a hand through his messy hair. "She's not worth it, Ana."

I inhale deeply, slowly, trying to rid myself of my Elena induced bad mood. "You're right." I tilt my head up to his and search his eyes. "Take me to bed." I grin.

He looks at me, his forehead creased, his lip caught between his teeth. "I thought we could stay here tonight?" He asks cautiously, nervous almost.

"Here?" I ask, surprised. Not that I mind of course, but I had visions of our night ending with earth shattering screams - something I highly doubt we will be doing at his parents house.

"Mom is having a breakfast." He shrugs his explantation.

"Okay, sounds great."

"Yeah?" He lowers his head, his eyes peeking up at me, like he's expecting me to retract my agreement.

"Yes. I'd love to have breakfast with your family."

His face lights up and he pulls me back into his hold. "I've never stayed for the morning after breakfast." He mutters lowly in my ear. "Everything...it just seems more bearable when you are with me." He bends his knees a little so that we are at eye level and traces my lips with the tip of his index finger. "Don't think I won't fuck you tonight." He smirks, then lowers his lips to mine, his tongue seeking entrance instantly. My body shivers with desire as his warm tongue swirls around mine with leisurely pace. I brace my hands on his shoulders for fear of melting to the ground. He makes my knees weak.

"The effect I have on you...there's no bigger turn on." He pants against my mouth. "I've shared you enough tonight... Alone time." He rewards me with a salacious smile that has my core throbbing. Jesus! Who knew I'd become so addicted to sex after spending so long avoiding it.

Taking my hand in his he leads me up to his parents home and through the back door. He stops when we reach the kitchen and looks around for signs of life but the house seems to be abandoned. No doubt Kate and Elliot, Mia and Remmie are still busting their moves on the dance floor, and Carrick and Grace retired after the fireworks.

He pulls me upstairs and into the room we were in last night - I'm still assuming - his childhood bedroom.

"That dress is ridiculous." His eyes sparkle and lips purse as he eyes the length me - pushing his back against the door so that it closes with a soft click. "Take it off." He demands. His gray eyes hone in on my legs as he slowly undoes his shirt. My fingers glide up my thighs and hook into my little hot pants, wiggling them down and stepping out of them, before reaching around and unzipping the back of the offending dress. I let it drop, floating to my feet.

"Wow." Christian mouthes, making me smile shyly. "No bra tonight Ms. Steele?" He licks his bottom lip while his lust filled eyes inspect my bare chest.

"It was... Unnecessary."

"Unnecessary." He mouths, his playful mood evident in his expression and the storm whirling in his eyes. His gaze drops to my panties. "Take them off." He commands, with an edge in his voice that I've not heard previously. It is both terrifying and sexy. I think I'm about to meet dominant Christian.

I slide my fingers into the band of my panties and tug them down my thighs.

"Kneel...by the bed."

I peek up at him through my lashes. He's serious. Okay, I can do this. I step out of my panties and saunter over the to small double bed. Dropping to my knees, I look up at him for my next instruction. I wonder what's pushed him in this direction? Seeing Elena maybe?

I continue to look at him expectantly. His expression has changed, he now looks doubtful, regretful even. I watch as he strolls over then grabs my upper arm and pulls me up. "Put your arms around my neck, baby."

I narrow my eyes, more in confusion really, but follow his instruction anyway. I raise my arms and wrap them around his neck, locking my hands together with woven fingers. He buries his face in my hair, breathing my scent in for what seems like forever, then grabs my thighs and pulls my legs up to wrap around his waist.

"You smell so good." He murmurs to himself.

"And you are wearing too much." I arch an eyebrow and glance down at his shirt clad chest.

I unlock my hands from around his neck, trusting him to keep my body propped up, and glide my hands under his unbuttoned shirt, over his shoulders and down his back. I only get his shirt down to his biceps but that's enough skin for me.

He lets out a low moan, indicating his pleasure as my mouth attaches to his shoulder, sucking and nipping at his skin. "Fuck baby, I love it when you bite me." He groans, and I sink my teeth further into his flesh. My action eliciting more soft growls. He takes firmer hold of my ass and rolls his hips into my sex.

Wiggling out of his hold, I drop down to my feet, ready to kneel in front of him. He know what's coming, his eyes giving it away - they are dark and cloudy, filled with anticipation.

I make quick work of dropping his pants and pulling them down along with his boxers. He gives me the most delicious, roguish grin as he toes his shoes off then steps out of his clothes.

"Sit on the bed." I command, my voice quiet with nervousness. I've never done this before.

He takes a seat on the edge of the bed, his palms pushed deep into the mattress behind him. His firm thighs are slightly spread - he looks absolutely fuckable right now. I sit back on my heels and watch him, taking him all in, every perfect inch. He is glorious. His stomach muscles are even more defined with his current posture, and his arm muscles are bulging under his weight. He moves one of his hands to his front and takes hold of his manhood, grasping it around the base then stroking himself slowly.

"Fuck." I whisper. I've never seen anything so sexy in my life.

"Just like this baby." He looks up at me, his eyes hooded and his lips parted. He's enjoying himself. He blows out a breath as his fist glides back down to the base.

Moving my hand slowly to his, I place my fingers above his and mimic his movements. After a few strokes he removes his hand and leaves me to it. My forehead creases as I concentrate hard on the job at hand.

"Relax." He pants, his head tilted towards the ceiling. I can't help myself, I lower my mouth and kiss the tip gently. "Mmmm." He hums in appreciation. His noises spur me on, I kiss him again, but rather than pulling away this time I open my mouth and take him in, swirling my tongue around him before pushing him to the back of my throat.

"Jesus Christ." He growls, his head lifting to look down at me, pumping him in and out. I grasp his base firmly and withdraw, so that only his tip is sitting on my tongue, then wrap my lips around him and suck him softly. "Fuck, Ana, baby...your mouth is amazing." He lowers his hands to my hair, clutching my locks tightly then proceeds to roll himself in and out of my mouth. I can't respond to him with my mouth full, so instead I place a hand on this thigh and begin massaging him. His breathing becomes heavier and his grasp on my head tighter. I can feel his cock throbbing on my tongue, twitching and pulsing. I push him in further, relishing in the control I hold over him at this moment.

"Ana. Fuckkkk... If you don't want me to come in your mouth pull away." He mutters on a groan as I swirl and suck. There is no way I'm stopping now, not when I can see how much he's loving this.

"Oh...god." He moans, his hands gripping my hair so tight it's almost painful. His thighs tense and his breathing halts as he fills my mouth with his hot, creamy liquid. "Fuuuuuuckkkkk." I swallow... It's... Different. He begins rolling his hips again, riding out his release and I continue to work him with my tongue, slowing down as he does, swallowing when he offers me more and digging my nails into his thighs.

He looks down at me, his eyes dazed with satisfaction. "Come here." He takes my hands in his and pulls me up to my feet then guides me onto his lap, so that my knees are either side of his thighs.

"That was..." He shakes his head, his eyes blazing.

"I need you." I whisper, cupping his face and pushing my lips to his. He opens his mouth for me and runs his tongue at an exquisite pace along my bottom lip. Oh, that feels so good. "You're mine." I whimper.

"Yours."

"And this is mine." I reach down and grab his reloaded member in my hand, giving it a few pumps. He lays back on the bed pulling me with him, an amused smirk plastered on his face.

"Possessive little thing aren't you?"

"When I want to be."

"Kiss me." He demands.

"I'll kiss you if you bring dominant Christian back." I look down at him with a smirk. His eyebrows raise in surprise and his mouth drops. He studies me for quite some time before pushing himself up with his palms and narrowing his eyes.

"I said...kiss me." He growls, and I know from his tone of voice that I'm going to get what I wanted. I bite my lip to stifle a giggle. "Don't bite your fucking lip... In fact... Turn around, lay your stomach over my knees. I think it's about time we talked about that dress don't you?" He shifts to the side of the bed. His eyes darken, the same way they always do when I roll my eyes and he rubs his palms.

Holy shit, I think I'm about to be spanked over my dress!