Chapter 11
She's stiff in my arms, and then slowly turns around and looks at me. Her face is blank, but then she narrows her eyes at me.
"Are you just saying that to get me to forget about your tantrum? Because if it is that's pretty fucked up." She glares at me and crosses her arms.
I step closer to her, placing my hands on her shoulders and looking into her eyes. "Ana, I'm being completely truthful with you. I love you. And I'm not saying that to make you forget about our argument, I'm saying it because I can't imagine my life without you. I need you, Ana. I love you, more than I've loved anyone."
Different emotions pass through her eyes. Her mouth parts slightly and her arms slowly fall to her sides. She studies my face, my guess is to discern whether I'm telling the truth or not.
"You love me?" she asks, her voice soft and quiet. Her wide eyes are centered on me.
"Yes, Ana, I love yo—"
The words die in my mouth when she throws herself into my arms, her lips glued to mine, and her soft body pressed against my naked one. I groan as she holds my head in her hands and pushes herself closer against me. My cock springs to life and bobs against her hip. I feel her moan against my mouth, her tongue seeking entrance between my lips. I open my mouth to her, my hands gliding all around her body, squeezing and caressing.
"I want you," she breathes against my mouth.
Her hand glides down my body, her gentle fingers trailing down my chest to my stomach, past my hips and her delicate fingers settle against my cock. I groan, closing my eyes and buck my hips into her hand when she squeezes me and begins to slowly stroke me.
"Ana . . ." I moan.
"I think I love you, too," she whispers.
My eyes fly open. I stare down at her, her misty cobalt eyes are on me and my control snaps. I grab her, pulling her against me, my mouth closing over hers again and my fingers pulling at her clothes as I push her against the wall. I lift her up and she tries to wrap her legs around me but her skirt keeps her restrained. I reach down intending to rip it in half but she stops me.
"I don't have any other clothes," she pants. "I'm not walking out of here with ripped clothes."
I place her back on her feet, kissing her briefly. "Fine, we'll go to my apartment then."
I take her hand, pick up my discarded shorts and slide them back on, pick up my bag and lead us out of the gym. We're both flushed and panting when we get into the elevator, and thankfully no one else gets on with us. Dropping my bag, I grab her and push her up against the elevator wall. She groans against my lips, the vibrations sending tingles down my spine. I lift her up again and this time I do rip her skirt, breaking the zipper, knowing we'll be stepping into my apartment and no one of consequence will see her in the throes of passion.
Wrapping her arms and legs around me, she grinds her lace-covered core against me. I squeeze her waist and move my mouth down to her neck, my fingers dancing over her garter straps and stockings. Gaining leverage against the wall, I hold her against me and pop the buttons off her shirt, my mouth immediately finding her creamy skin. My tongue circles around her nipple through the thin fabric of her bra, and she moans and bucks against me.
"Christian," she moans, her fingernails trailing up and down my bare shoulders.
"Baby," I breathe, my mouth finding hers again.
The elevator doors ding and, leaving our clothes and my bag in the elevator, I step out into the foyer with Ana still in my arms and head to my bedroom. Surpassing the bed I head straight to the shower. Stepping in I turn on the water, instantly soaking me and Ana in hot water. I ignore the pounding of water against my back as I continue to attack Ana's skin. I lick and kiss her everywhere; my mouth on her neck, lips, chest and breasts, one spot just isn't good enough. I take off her bra and hungrily suck her nipple into my mouth. She cries out and writhes against me, pulling against my hair and grinding her hips against me.
"Please, Christian. I want you. Take me. Now."
I groan against her skin, pulling down my shorts and kicking them to the side as I curl my fingers under the seam of her lace panties and pull on them until it snaps and fall to the wet floor.
I gaze into her lust filled eyes as I wrap one of my hands under her thigh while the other guides myself into her.
"You want me?" I ask breathlessly.
"Yes," she pants.
I place myself at her entrance and then plunge into her, making her cry out.
"You okay, baby?" I ask hoarsely, my body protesting against my stalled movements. My muscles are tense as I keep myself from thrusting hard and fast.
"Yes. Move, please."
I do as she commands and bury myself fully into her. I stare at her in awe as her head falls back, her mouth hangs open and her eyes clench shut as I pound into her. She feels so good around me. The heat and coziness of her body making me lose my mind. If it was possible I would curl myself into a ball and plant myself deep inside her and be content in that same spot for the rest of my life.
"You feel so good, baby," I breathe against her mouth. She moans in response and then grabs my head and kisses me, her fingers pulling at my roots and her breaths short and fast.
"Harder. Faster," she pants.
I groan as I wrap my arm around her waist and place my palm against the wall as I pick up speed and drive myself deeper into her.
"Christian!" she screams.
Her body convulses while her heat sucks me deeper into her as she comes with a scream. I thrust a few more times into her before I feel that tingling sensation at the base of my spine and my balls tighten and I let go, spilling everything I have into her.
We're lying on my bed, both of us as naked as the day we were born and damp from our passionate shower. She's lying on her back, her partially damp hair on my pillow and her body soft under me. I'm lying in between her spread legs, my torso nestled in between her thighs while my head rests on one of my hands that's on her flat belly. Her fingers play in my hair as my fingers dance across her cotton-soft skin.
"Will you stay with me tonight?" I ask her, my voice sleepy from her fingers creating magic on my scalp.
"Yes."
I open one of my eyes and look at her face. "Will you stay with me over the weekend?"
She continues to play with my hair. It feels so good. "I thought that was the plan, you know with your parents' charity event Saturday."
"Oh, right. I forgot about that," I murmur. I've been so preoccupied fretting over my relationship with her most of the week I didn't really have time to think about anything else.
She smiles indulgently down at me. "I'm excited to see you in a tux, but I'm sure as hell enjoying you in the suit you're wearing now," she says, winking at me.
I laugh. "Oh yeah?" I sit up on my knees and grip her under her thighs, pulling her opened legs closer against me.
She bites her lip and nods her head, her eyes trailing down my body to my hard cock and back up to my face. Her eyes are alight with desire and lust.
"Well then I guess I should wear it more often since my girlfriend loves it so much." I sit back on my calves and pull her thighs over mine.
"Fine by me," she breathes, stretching her arms out to her sides and gripping the sheets.
I smirk at her and then swiftly sink myself into her, reveling in the throaty moan her mouth releases. She wraps her legs around my waist as I wrap my arms around her back and pull her up so she's sitting on my thighs while I'm buried deep in her. We both moan as she sinks further down on me. I lean my forehead against hers and close my eyes.
"I love you, Ana," I whisper.
She moans and raises herself up while grabbing my head and smashes her lips against mine. We find our rhythm and before I know it we're both falling apart at the seams as we lose ourselves in ecstasy.
"What do you want for dinner?" I ask Ana as she reads a manuscript at the breakfast bar while sipping on a glass of wine.
She shrugs. "Whatever you want. I'm not really hungry for anything in particular."
"Alright, I'll just tell Mrs. Jones to make whatever," I say. "Mrs. Jones?" I call out.
She appears moments later. "Mr. Grey?"
"Ana and I would like dinner, now. Make whatever is most convenient for you." I sit at the breakfast bar next to Ana.
"Very well, Mr. Grey."
I turn to Ana and watch her as her eyes move back and forth as she reads in silence. "Are you comfortable here?"
She looks at me and frowns. "What do you mean? Like am I comfortable here with you? Or am I comfortable sitting here?"
I shrug. "Both. Though I'm more curious about the former than the latter."
She narrows her eyes at me as the corner of her mouth turns down more. "Are you still questioning whether I'm still upset with you?"
I clear my throat in shift in my seat. I was wondering that. I know we made up and that was incredible, but we didn't really discuss it. I don't want her to resent me for what happened. I want everything to be in the air, and like she said, I don't want there to be anymore secrets. I don't want to feel like how I did. I don't like second guessing whether I'll still have a relationship with her.
I gaze at her. "Yes," I say softly.
She sighs and puts down her manuscript. Turning in her seat so her knees are facing me, she looks me in the eye. "Christian, I'm not upset with you as much as I am hurt that you felt the need to hide part of your life from me because you were afraid of what I would do. It's going to take some time for me to feel like I can completely trust you again, but if you're worrying about me leaving you, I won't. I told you how I feel about you. Did you not believe me?" she asks, tipping her head slightly to the side.
"No, I believed you. I just don't want you to resent me for anything. I don't want you to feel like you've made a mistake by staying with me, or that I guilt tripped you into staying with me when I told you I love you."
She smiles at me softly and reaches over to squeeze my hand that's resting on my thigh. "Gorgeous, if I didn't want to be with you, I wouldn't be. No matter whether you love me or not. And I won't resent you, or this relationship. I want to be with you, and even though I know this can get complicated, I don't care. I want you. Only you. Okay? So stop worrying about it," she says, while gripping my hand.
I squeeze her hand back and smile shyly at her. "Alright." I lean over and plant a kiss on her lips. When I pull back she's looking at me with hooded eyes. I smirk at her. "I know that look, baby. Haven't you had enough?" I laugh.
She grins at me. "Well what can I say? My boyfriend is a walking orgasm. I'll be crazy to not want more of you."
I laugh again and shake my head. "Later, right now I want to show you something." I slide off my seat and hold my hand out for her.
She places her soft hand in mine as she scoots off the barstool and holds it tightly as I lead her out of the great room. "Where are you taking me?" she asks.
"Somewhere you'll never want to leave," I say as I turn down the hallway.
"A sex room?" she asks.
I glance down my nose and gape at her and then burst into laughter. "I've created a monster. You're insatiable, baby."
She giggles and grins at me while curiously following me until I stop at a dark wood door. She looks at the door and then looks at me, a brow raised. "What's in there?"
"Open the door and see."
She gives me a skeptical look and tentatively places her hand on the doorknob and slowly turns it. Pushing the door open, she softly gasps when she steps into the room.
She turns to me with wide excited eyes. "You have your own library?" she squeals in delight.
I grin at her. "I do. But feel free to hide away in here whenever you want."
She walks further into the spacious room, the evening sun painting the room in soft red and orange light. I watch in curious fascination as her fingers slowly glide over the neatly placed books along the three walls. The only wall that isn't covered by books is the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the Seattle skyline.
"Christian," Ana breathes as she pulls a hard covered book off the shelf. Her awed gaze finds mine. "This is a first edition of Charlotte Brontë's Jane Eyre." Her expression is one of shock and wonder. She turns back to the book shelf and pulls another book down. "Oh my God. You have Pride and Prejudice too! This is my favorite book!" She opens the cover and sighs wistfully. Her eyes find mine again. "How did you get these?"
I slightly shrug. "Money talks and they're a good investment."
She gazes at me, looking dazed and then glances down at the books in her hand. "It's just so . . . I don't know it's almost unbelievable. These books were published when these incredible authors were living and it's almost mind-blowing to think that these books are original works of art and history . . . These wonderful, wonderful books." She looks back up at me and laughs giddily. "This is incredible. Thank you for showing me this."
I grin at her. "I only want to make you happy, baby." I walk further into the room so I'm standing next to her. "I also brought you in here to offer you some space to do work while you're here."
She looks up at me. "Like a home office?"
I nod my head.
She looks around the room again, scrutinizing it with a new perspective. "I don't know," she murmurs. "It might get a little distracting, you know being in here with all these books."
I laugh and look down at her with reverence, shaking my head as she continues to look around the large room.
"Aside from your bedroom, this is the only place I can see myself in every day. It's so cozy and comfortable. It'll be nice to work in here." She turns around and looks at me with a raised brow.
"So you'll want this to be your office—when you're here?" I ask, secretly hoping she will be with me more than she won't be.
"Sure, why not."
A slow smile crawls across my lips as I wrap my arms around her. She stares up at me with those beautiful cobalt eyes and I feel myself melt. I realize now that I would do absolutely anything for this woman. I didn't know it was possible to love someone so much, someone that I haven't even known for a month yet. I wonder what that says about me, or about her. The only conclusion that I can come up with is that we're just simply meant to be together.
I place my hands on her cheeks and rub my thumb over her porcelain skin. She grabs my wrist and gazes up at me, her eyes soft and so mesmerizing.
I lean down and press my lips against hers. Pulling back I say, "I love you, Ana. So much. Thank you for not leaving me."
She runs her hands up my forearms. "There's no one else I'd rather be with than you," she whispers.
I close my eyes and lean down to rest my forehead against hers. I pull her closer against me and let her sweet warmth seep through my clothes. I relish in the feeling and I never want to let her go, but the moment is broken when her stomach rumbles.
I step back and laugh. "Come on, baby, let's see if Gail has dinner ready."
She giggles. "Yeah, I need sustenance after our steamy sexathon."
I grin down at her, grab her hand and lead her back to the kitchen. We're both greeted by the mouthwatering aroma of steak and potatoes. We thank Gail as we did into our delicious meal and just enjoy each other's company.
Later that night we're in bed, lying face to face and once again in our birthday suits after another round of lovemaking initiated by my ravenous girlfriend. She reminds me of the Energizer Bunny, just keeps going and going and going. I'll probably start calling her that. My little Energizer Bunny. I smirk at the thought. I'm not sure if she'll appreciate the nickname.
"What are you thinking about?" she asks me, her fingers caressing my bare abdomen.
"You."
"Me? What about me?"
I smirk at her. "How you can keep pouncing on me again and again. You're like the Energizer Bunny."
She raises a brow and then giggles. "I can't help it. I had twenty-one years of repressed sexual frustration, and you're just a sex-god."
"A sex-god, huh? Well you're a siren, calling out to me and trapping me in your sexual trance."
She giggles and pushes me so I'm flat on my back and then shifts herself over me, her thighs straddling my hips. She places her hands on my chest and gently runs her nails along my skin. Leaning down so her lips are just touching mine, she whispers, "Are you in my sexual trance right now?"
Her fingers are distracting me, her gentle touch sending tingles all over my body. "Uh . . . I—you . . ."
She chuckles sweetly and looks down at me, her lips pulled up in the corners. "Cat got your tongue, babe?"
I can only dumbly nod my head as her hands move further down my body. Her fingers pull at my happy trail and then move into my pubic hair.
She smirks at me and starts to slide down my legs. "You know, I've been wondering what you taste like. I've never had the urge to want a man in my mouth. But with you, I'm realizing I want to know your body as much as I want to know your mind."
"What?" I say, my mind only concentrating on the fact that she basically said she wants to suck my cock.
She's in between my legs, and I stare down at her in anticipation as she spreads my legs, the bottom half of her body shielded by the blankets. She stares at my cock, her curious eyes scrutinizing me as her fingertips tentatively feel me. I shiver in anticipation.
"It's so soft, but hard. Like a pistol wrapped in velvet," she whispers, her breath tickling the head of my cock. I groan and feel a bead of moisture slip from my tip, and I can't help but shove my hips closer to her face when she sticks out her tongue and licks the bead of dew off me.
"Hm, that didn't taste how I was expecting. I thought it would taste musky and bitter, but it's just salty. I like it," she breathes against me and then slides her mouth over me.
I groan loudly and instinctively bury my fingers in her hair as she sucks on me like her favorite popsicle, her hand squeezing me at the base of my cock. Closing my eyes and leaning my head back, I revel in the feeling of her warm, wet mouth and silky tongue massage and lick me. My breath comes out in short rapid pants as she moves faster over me, humming against me and sending vibrations through my cock increasing the pleasure. Her tongue swirls around my tip and under my head, caressing my frenulum. I groan loudly at the contact and it's drawn out when she sucks on my head, her tongue swirling around the underside of it and her hand pumping me.
"Oh fuck, Ana. I'm about to come. I'm about to come. Pull out—"
She suddenly moves. Sliding her hand down to the base of my cock again, she sucks me all the way into her mouth so I'm hitting the back of her throat. She hums around me and without any preamble I let go, coming long, hard and fast. The tremors continue to surge through me as I feel her throat constrict around me as she swallows down my seed.
I'm breathing hard and I'm now just feeling a sheen of sweat coating my forehead as she licks me clean and then kisses my tip. Sitting up with her hands supporting herself on my hips, she looks down at me with a smug, satisfied smile.
"So, how was that?" she asks with a smirk.
I groan. "Jesus, Ana. I thought you said you've never given head before?"
She shrugs. "I haven't, but I wanted to make you feel good and it wasn't as hard as I thought it was going to be. Did I please you?"
I laugh humorously at her and lean up on my elbows. "Are you seriously asking me that? Did my loud moans not give you the hint that I was being pleased pretty well?"
She grins and then leans down to plant a firm kiss on my lips. "Well mission accomplished. Let's go to sleep, we have to get up in the morning." She snuggles under the covers, releasing a content sigh and rolls over so she's facing the curtain-covered balcony.
"Wait, what about you?" I ask, placing my hand on her hip and turning her on her back.
She raises a brow. "What about me?"
"Don't you want me to, you know . . .?" I glance down at her body suggestively.
"Nope. You've given me enough orgasms today and I have no more energy. Consider that orgasm a thank you for all my mind blowing orgasms," she says, smiling up at me.
I lean down and kiss her, running my tongue over her lips and placing my hands on either side of her face as my thumbs caress her skin. Pulling away I look down into her lustful eyes and tilt my head, a devious smirk on my lips.
"Still want to pass up my offer?"
She rolls her eyes. "Jesus, Christian. Don't you need to like oil your joints or something, you're like a damn machine," she tells me, moving her hands up my arms and into my hair. "But no, I'm still tired and I don't think my body can take anymore of you expert touch. I just want you to hold me while I sleep."
I smile then lower my head to kiss her forehead, her nose and finally her lips. She looks up at me with a look I can only describe as adoration and smiles shyly at me. I lay down behind her, cuddling against her as I move her so she's facing the balcony again. I bury my nose in her hair and tighten my arm around her waist as she rests her head on my bent arm.
I smile, feeling utterly, utterly content and sated with her in my arms. Closing my eyes, I whisper, "I love you, Ana."
She pushes her ass closer against me, murmuring a "Me too."
But her answer makes me frown as I realize for the first time since I said the words to her that she hasn't really said the words back to me. I fall asleep with her in my arms, my last conscious thought wondering why Ana hasn't said the three words I really want to hear.
I wake the next morning with a veil of silky hair covering my face and Ana's sexy little body on top of me with her limbs wrapped around me. I look down my body to see her mouth open against my neck and I'm almost certain I can feel her drool on me. The first time she slobbered on me I didn't know whether to be disgusted or find it adorable, but now I just find it endearing even though it is still a little gross.
I try my hardest to slide from under her without waking her up, and I thankfully succeed, wanting her to get a little more rest. I go to the bathroom to pee and do my daily morning routine, and when I come back out dressed in a dark navy suit that almost reminded me Ana's eyes, I notice it's time to wake up Sleeping Beauty.
"Ana," I say, shaking her slightly. "Ana, it's time to wake up so you can go to work."
"Mmm, no. Not yet," she mumbles.
"Yes, Ana. It's almost eight. If you don't get up now you're going to be late for work," I tell her as I move her hair off her back and kiss her bare shoulder.
Turning around onto her back so I have a good look at her sleepy face and perky breasts, she lifts her hands and rubs her eyes. "I'm so tired. I haven't recovered from the exhaustive state you put me in yesterday," she whines.
I chuckle and smile. "I promise you can get all the sleep you want this weekend. But you still have to get up unless you want to call in sick for work and lay in bed all day until I get home."
She sighs and throws her arms above her head, making her breasts rise, catching my attention. I try to focus on her face but it's distracting. "I'll go into work, I just don't feel like working. I want to sleep in you have a really comfortable bed that smells like you." She looks down at me, eyeing me in my suit. "Ugh, why do you have to look so good? I'm worn out but I still want to pounce on you."
I laugh. "You can do that this weekend, too, now get up." I get up from the bed and walk towards the door. "Oh, by the way, Taylor picked you up some clothes from Nordstrom yesterday. The bag is in the bathroom for you."
She scowls at me. "You didn't have to do that and Taylor most certainly didn't have to do that, but thank you anyways. I'll reimburse you for the inconvenience."
I scowl at her. "Ana, no. Last time I checked it was my money, and I can do what I want with it as I please."
She huffs and rolls her eyes as she gets out of bed and raises her hands in a defensive gesture. "Fine, whatever. It's too early to argue with you," she mutters as she walks completely naked to the bathroom. "I'll be out in twenty minutes," she says before closing the door.
I watched her enticing body as she slowly moved towards the bathroom and with each step she took I could feel the fire igniting in my groin. I shake my head as I step out of my room towards the kitchen, thanking God it's Friday, but wishing to God at the same time the work day was already over.
Ana and I eat the breakfast Gail made us as we discuss our plans for the day, and before I know it I'm reluctantly dropping her off at SIP—soon to be Grey Publishing.
"I'll be here to pick you up after work, okay?" I tell her as we stand outside in front of the glass entrance doors at her job.
She nods her head. "Alright, but don't forget Kate and I are going dress hunting when she gets off work, so I need to go home first. Maybe you and Elliot can hang out while Kate and I are out shopping," she suggests with a shrug.
"We'll talk about it later," I tell her and lean down to kiss her on the mouth. "I love you. Have a good day."
She smiles up at me. "You too." And with that she turns around and disappears into the building, Sawyer behind her, as I stare after her with a frown. Why hasn't she said the words back? I know she has feelings for me, and she said she thinks she loves me too, but maybe that's the problem. She thinks, she doesn't know. I sigh as I run my hands through my hair and take one last glance through the doors before I turn around and walk back to Taylor waiting in the Audi.
"To Grey House," I mutter as I slide into the car.
I sigh as I lean my head back against the headrest knowing today is probably going to be a tedious day.
I look at the time on my wrist watch and note that there's only fifteen minutes left of the work day before I get to see Ana again. It's been a long day, but thankfully not as aggravating as I was expecting it to be, only because Ana and I were texting each other throughout the day. I don't know what it is about the woman that makes me almost feel giddy, but I'm sure as hell not complaining.
The only thing I'm unsure of when it comes to her is her true feelings for me. I know without a doubt by the way she interacts with me that she has some type of feelings, but whether that feeling is love I'm not sure. My mind has been going over nonstop the fact that she's never really said 'I love you' back, and I want to know why, but I don't think I should just come out and ask her. I mean, I don't want her to feel pressured to love me, although it would mean a lot if she did. I've never felt like this before about a woman, let alone been in a meaningful relationship with one and I'm just terrified at the thought of her slipping through my fingers. She's come to mean so much to me and I can't ever imagine myself letting her go.
I glance at my watch again and upon seeing that I only have five minutes left, I stand up and begin gathering my paperwork. I honestly don't care if I'm leaving five minutes early, I've been productive most of the day and I'm not in the state of mind anymore to sit down and do work that will still be waiting for me on Monday. The only thing I'm worried about is getting to Ana and spending my weekend with her.
Grabbing my jacket from the back of my chair, I fold it over my forearm, grab my briefcase and head out into the lobby where Andrea is still behind her desk. I note with satisfied interest that Olivia is no longer behind the second desk that sits across from Andrea's. She's the reason I no longer offer positions to people as favors to someone else unless they are actually qualified.
Andrea looks up at me ask I walk towards her desk. "Have a good weekend, Andrea. Don't stay too late," I tell her as I strut to the elevators.
She clears her throat and looks as if she's trying to recover from her shock. This isn't the first time I've left the office before the day was actually over, but each time I do it I manage to put Andrea in a stupor. For some reason the thought makes me smile. She's always cool, calm and collected. It's nice to see she isn't as robotic as she acts sometimes.
"Um, yes, sir. Have a good weekend as well, Mr. Grey," she says, sounding uncertain.
I flash her a smile as the elevator doors close. I text Taylor alerting him that I'm done for the day as the elevator descends to the garage. When the doors slide open I'm not surprised to see him standing by the driver's side door waiting for me.
"To SIP, Taylor," I say as he opens the back door for me and I slide in.
"Yes, sir."
The drive to SIP takes a little longer than I would have liked, only because of five o'clock traffic, but it's a good thing SIP isn't too far from GEH. The ball has started rolling on the transition of SIP being overtaken by GEH. I'm not overly excited about acquiring a publishing house—but I guess you never know what things may come in handy one day. I'm only purchasing SIP for Ana, to make sure she's safe and secure and that not only she but everyone working there is treated fairly. Plus I'll have an advantage over that dipshit Hyde. The man has some issues and I don't trust him, especially around Ana.
Taylor pulls up at the curb in front of SIP, and before I even have the chance to get out I see Ana skipping towards me with Sawyer hot on her heels.
When she sees me a shy smile lifts her lips. I stand on the sidewalk and open the door for her as she steps closer, and when she's standing in front of me, she throws herself into my arms and hugs me tight. I frown for a moment at the unexpected action, but end up grinning because she's finally in my arms.
"You seem overly happy this evening," I comment as I loosen my grip and direct her into the car.
She shrugs. "I had a good day. And I missed you, plus your texts made me anxious to see you," she says, giving me a slow once over.
I laugh and can't help but lean over and kiss her, which of course she tries to deepen but I pull away not wanting to have a make out session in front of strangers in public. After closing her door, I nod at Sawyer and walk around the car and slide in behind Taylor.
"Where to, Mr. Grey?" Taylor asks.
"Hi, Taylor!" Ana practically screams before I have the chance to answer him. He looks at her through the rearview mirror and gives her a rare amused grin.
"Miss Steele." He nods in greeting.
I hear Ana huff and see her roll her eyes at him. "You and Sawyer are just alike. My name is Ana. An-na," she slowly enunciates, earning a chuckle and grin from me. "And we would like to go to my apartment please, if you would be so kind."
Taylor looks at me for confirmation and I give him a sharp nod. "Yes, Miss Ana," Taylor says. I watch as Ana purses her lips in displeasure and then shake her head. A moment later Taylor pulls away from the curb and Ana's happy mood hasn't dampened. I watch her out of the corner of my eye as she bounces in her seat and nods her head back and forth as if she's listening to some up-beat pop song.
"You seem to be full of energy, Miss Steele," I begin with a smirk. "What's made you seem so lively today?"
She smiles at me and lifts her shoulders. "I don't know, it's Friday, I'll get to spend a few hours with Kate, I get to spend the entire weekend with you." She looks at me, her lips curving into a seductive smile as I watch her eyes darken as she gazes at me. "I don't think there should be a reason why I shouldn't be so lively."
I smirk at her. "Well I can't seem to find a reason to complain. I must say, the look suits you."
"Hmm," she hums as she unbuckles her seatbelt and slowly scoots closer to me. "I know another look that would suit me pretty well," she whispers as she presses a feather-light kiss on my jaw just under my earlobe.
I shift in my seat and unconsciously swallow hard. Turning my head I gaze at her with heated eyes and ask, "And what look would that exactly be?"
She softly giggles, the sound a breathy melody that immediately puts me under her spell. I feel my body tense as she places her hand on my upper thigh and slowly, agonizingly moves it closer to my rapidly growing cock.
"Flushed and lascivious," she breathes softly against my ear.
"Jesus, Ana," I groan and shift in my seat again.
She giggles, sounding like her usual girly giggle, and shifts back over to the other side of the car. I glare at her as she buckles herself back in and looks up at me with an innocent smile.
"What am I supposed to do about this now?" I ask motioning to the prominent bulge in my trousers.
She shrugs and then takes a minute to eye my cock. When she's done with her rude scrutinizing, her eyes find mine again and she smirks at me. "Let's call it prolonged foreplay," she says lowly, mindful of Taylor in Sawyer not even two feet away. "You want it bad now, just think how bad you'll want it later. You'll be pulsing with need and I'll be wet and wanting, and when we finally have our clothes off, the desire and need will be so intense we'll fuck like wild animals."
I gulp, swallowing down the extra saliva that suddenly appeared in my mouth and gape at her. I mean what in the literal fuck? This girl is going to fucking kill me and when did she get so bold? I would never in a million years have guessed someone as innocent looking as her would talk so dirty. It's so completely unexpected. But I got to admit it's a huge turn on. Fuck like wild animals we will.
"You, Anastasia Steele, are one unexpected, kinky woman," I tell her just as Taylor parks in front of her building.
Taylor opens my door for me while Sawyer opens Ana's door. I grab her hand as I walk over to the other side as Taylor and Sawyer wait back in the car. I'm not really sure what the plans are at the moment, so I just tell Taylor to wait.
Ana punches in the key code to get into her apartment as we reach the front entrance and then pulls me inside when the door unlocks. When we get up to her apartment door, she shoves her key into the lock, and when she pushes the door open we see Kate and Elliot sitting on the couch.
"Ana!" Kate squeals as she jumps up from the couch excitedly. "You ready to go dress shopping? We need to leave like in ten minutes so we can find good ones before all the stores close."
"Uh, yeah, just give me five?" Ana asks.
"Hey, bro!" Elliot says from the couch.
"Hi, Elliot. Kate." I nod at both of them and smile to myself when I see Elliot roll his eyes at my formal tone.
Suddenly gripping my hand tighter, Ana pulls me down the hallway and into her room, closing the door behind her.
Before I can even fully get my bearings, she pushes me up against the door and throws herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck, burying her fingers in my hair and smashing her lips against mine. I stand still for probably a good minute as I let my shock wear off and realize that she's trying to stick her tongue down my throat. When she pushes her hips against me I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her closer against me as I rub my tongue over hers. She moans and grinds her groin into my now completely hard cock, and all of my control completely snaps.
I pick her up and she automatically wraps her legs around me. Walking towards the bed, I lean down and sit her on the edge of her mattress, our lips still fused together and begin pulling at her clothes. When I get most of her navy silk blouse unbuttoned, she acts as if she finally realizes my intentions and pulls away from me.
"What are you doing?" she pants with swollen lips, hooded eyes and flushed skin.
"Getting ready to fuck you like a wild animal," I breathe, leaning down to kiss her again.
She moans as if in pain, but pushes herself up off the bed and steps around me. "No," she says putting her hand up as I turn towards her. "No. We don't have enough time, and what I have in store for you will take longer than a few minutes."
I groan, running my hand down my face and into my hair. I feel my dick pulsing and I can't think about anything else other than being buried deep inside her, listening to her moans as they egg me on, urging me to move harder and faster into her. I try to take a deep breath and calm myself but it doesn't work and I'm just left being pissed because she won't let me fuck her.
I look up at her and she's gazing at me as she presses her thighs together and has her bottom lip trapped in between her teeth.
"You know you want it, Ana. Let's just fuck real quick right now and you can do your wicked deed to me tonight," I tell her my voice hoarse with want.
She shakes her head and closes her eyes, but her mouth is open and I can hear her deep breathing.
"There's not enough time," she says again, but I know its bullshit. I don't know what's up with her and this delayed gratification shit, she's just prolonging our agony and the inevitable.
I clench my jaw. "Fine. We'll do this your way. You get me anyway you want me tonight. But your ass is mine anyway I want this weekend."
Her gaze darkens as she gazes at me and a darker flush colors her face and chest as her eyes fall down to my engorged cock pushing against the confines of my pants. I see her throat move on a hard swallow and her lip gets sucked back in between her teeth.
She closes her eyes as if pained by her decision—which I don't doubt, and slowly nods her head, her chest rising as she takes a deep breath.
"Fine. My body is yours this weekend, and you're mine tonight." She stares at me for a moment and then suddenly turns around and walks to the bathroom. She doesn't close the door so I watch in pained fascination as she strips down to her underwear, tossing her work clothes into the hamper behind the door, and turning on the faucet to splash water on her face.
She comes back out, her delicious body on display, and walks to her closet pulling out dark jeans with a blue spaghetti-strapped shirt and a white sweater. She dresses hastily, and when she's done she turns to me with her mouth turned down.
She grabs my hand and pulls me towards the door and I follow her like the enchanted puppy I've been acting like since I've met her.
"I can't wait to get you naked and under me," she mumbles and the angry tone of her voice makes me laugh despite the desire I have burning for her.
"You're the one making yourself suffer," I mutter as we walk down the hallway.
She huffs and turns around to look at me as we stand at the threshold of her living room. "Delayed gratification makes for intense orgasms later. And I want you squirming with need under me," she whispers, sounding rather needy herself.
I raise a brow at her and tilt my head to the side but can't help the anxious tremors running through my body. "Ana, you really need to stop talking to me like that or I will take you back to your room and fuck you into next week."
Her lips curl into a licentious smirk as her eyes sparkle with desire. "Save that for this weekend."
"What are you two just doing standing in the hallway?" Kate asks, pulling our attention away from each other. "Seriously, Ana, we need to go before the stores close and we have our spa day tomorrow and I don't want to go searching for dresses then."
Ana sighs and then scowls. She steps further into the living room but I pull her back. She stares at me with questioning eyes as I pull my wallet out of my pocket. Slipping my AmEx out of its designated slot I hand it to her. She looks at it and then looks back up at me.
"What's that?"
I roll my eyes. "My credit card, obviously. You can use it to pay for your dress."
She narrows her eyes at me. "Um, I can pay for my own dress. I may not be rich but I do have a little bit of money."
"I didn't doubt that you could, but I want to pay for it. It is for my parents' charity gala after all."
"Thank you, but no," she says and then turns away not leaving any room for argument. I've bowed to her demands, and up until now I haven't minded doing so. And I don't know if it's my suddenly irritated mood for not being able to fuck her, but her saying no to me—again—really, really pisses me off.
I strut over to her as she and Kate gather their things and pull her over into the kitchen. She glares up at me but I ignore her. Opening her hand I shove the card into her palm and close her fingers around it.
"I didn't ask whether you wanted to use my money or not. You didn't ask if I wanted to do this dumb ass delayed gratification game you're playing, so let's just settle on calling it a returned favor."
She purses her lips and looks up at me with scorching blue eyes. But the kicker is that I can't tell whether she's upset or turned on. By the way she's glaring at me and biting her lip I would assume it's both.
"Now go with your friend and spend however you much you want, and then hurry your ass home. I'm learning I'm not a very patient man when it comes to you, Anastasia, and you're really testing it today," I mutter, suddenly annoyed with her and our little predicament. I'm not used to denying myself sex, and I'm not enjoying it.
She lifts her chin in defiance and then turns around and walks away, grabbing Kate's hand and pulling her away from Elliot and to the front door.
But before they're fully into the hallway I call out, "Tell Sawyer and Taylor to go with both of you. Elliot and I will be here."
She doesn't say anything but instead closes the door behind her. I roll my eyes, and make a mental note to myself to never let Ana dictate when we have sex because the girl gets out of hand when she's not given a proper pounding when she needs it.
I flop onto the couch with a loud sigh. I gaze at the TV but then catch Elliot gazing at me from the corner of my eye.
"What are you looking at?" I ask him.
He raises a brow and smirks at me. "What was all that about?" he asks, leaning his head back, motioning to the front door Kate and Ana just left.
"What are you talking about?" I ask him as I get up and go to the kitchen. Elliot gets up and follows me.
"You and Ana," he responds, leaning his hip against the counter as I grab a bottle of beer. "She seemed pissed when she left. Having trouble in paradise, bro?"
I roll my eyes. "My relationship with Ana is none of your business, Elliot," I mutter.
"Whatever, I'll just ask Kate, and speaking of Kate she told me about that shit that went down Sunday after we left IHOP. I know some chick held you guys at gun point, but what the fuck brought it on? I mean was it just some chick obsessed with you or something? Was she after Ana?" he asks, standing up straight and donning a serious expression.
I sigh, knowing Elliot is digging for information, and he's serious about it which means he won't stop hounding me until I give him something. But I'm not sure what to actually say or where to begin. I mean I still feel a little ashamed about the fact that I was screwing Lilly the whole time and didn't even bother to realize it. And I don't want Mia to find that shit out, she'll be pissed and she'll probably hate me for fucking her ex-best friend, no matter that I didn't know it was her ex-best friend to begin with.
I place my bottle on the counter behind me and then turn to face Elliot, folding my arms across my chest and gaze at him. "If I tell you what actually happened you can't tell anyone else. The police still have her detained and a lot of information about it still hasn't been released," I inform him. He nods his head, looking at me expectantly. I sigh and run my hand through my hair. "A little after a month or so before I met Ana, I met this girl at a bar. She told me her name was Natalie, and I took her home and we fucked, obviously. I kept meeting her whenever I needed to get laid if I was stressed at work or if I just needed the release. I told her from the beginning that I wasn't looking for a relationship, let alone be in one with her. I don't remember if it was because I met Ana or if I just stopped seeing her that we stopped screwing, but we did and she wasn't too happy. I got a call from her the night I met Ana telling me she was pregnant. I didn't know whether to actually believe her or not even though the odds were against it, but whatever," I say with a shrug and look up at him to see if he's still following.
"So she's not pregnant with your kid?" he asks as he gazes at me with wide eyes.
"No. She lied thinking that if I believed that she was going to have my baby that would give me a reason to be with her. Anyways, not long after she told me that I discovered that she was fucking with Adam Wilcox."
His eyebrows shoot up his forehead and then his face transforms into a deep frown. I've only seen him like this one other time and it was when we found out what Adam did to Mia. History certainly likes to repeat itself.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" he growls. "So what, did he pay her or something to fuck with you? That is a whole new level of fucked up. I can't believe that shit! First Mia, now you. What the hell is wrong with him?" he asks with a shake of his head as his frown deeper than before.
I take a swig from my bottle. "I don't know what his fucking problem is, and it gets more fucked up believe it or not." He raises an inquiring brow. "You remember Lilly Walker? Mia's ex-best friend, the one who got caught with Adam?" He nods his head. "Well, apparently the whole time I was fucking her instead of the woman I thought was named Natalie."
His eyes widen and his mouth drops open. "Wait, what?"
"I know it's fucking insane!" I bite out with a shake of my head.
"But I don't understand, how the hell didn't you know who she was?"
I sigh, if anyone should understand my explanation it should be him. "I didn't care enough to look at her while I was fucking her, and any other time we we're briefly together I didn't pay attention to the way she looked. I was just using her body."
He stews it over for a moment and nods his head like he gets exactly what was going on. I'm sure if Ana knew how lax Elliot was about that little fact she would chew him out, not that I would blame her. As boys we were raised to respect women, and I'll admit I'm ashamed of my actions—more because of the consequences it created, but it was just a fuck and I'm definitely not going to feel guilty about treating that bitch like a disposable object. In my opinion she should be treated like the low-life piece of shit she really is.
"So . . . I'm not understanding. What are Lilly and Adam trying to do? What was the purpose of all that especially for her just to get put behind bars in the end?" he asks with a confused expression.
I chuckle humorlessly. "Shit, beats me. The only thing I can come up with is Adam trying to get back at me for fucking his girlfriend before he met Mia, but then that doesn't explain why he cheated on Mia with her best friend or why he was planning some dumb ass scheme to fuck me over."
His mouth twists as his brows furrow. "Also doesn't explain what Lilly got out of any of it, or why she's plotting with Adam now? I mean after all this time they've still been together and then out of nowhere she just pops back up—wait was she wearing some type of disguise? Is that how you didn't recognize her?"
I nod, my lips turning down as I think about all of this bullshit. I'm just getting pissed all over again that I was so stupid, and honestly the times I spent with her weren't even worth it.
"Yeah, she dyed her hair like a honey brown or something and got colored contacts." I stop and take another sip of my drink. "And you wanna know what's the most fucked up about all of this? Ana was the one who pointed out to me that Natalie was actually indeed Lilly. If she hadn't of said anything I would still be ignorant about the whole thing."
"How did she know that she was the same person?"
I flatten my lips in a displeased scowl. "She dated Adam," I state with contempt and disgust. Thank God she never slept with him. It would drive me crazy knowing she would have been tainted by his toxic touch.
Elliot's eyebrows shoot up high on his forehead and his mouth slightly drops open. "Are you serious?" I nod. "Well that was unexpected news." He pauses to take a swig from his bottle as he digests the news, and then looks at me looking a little irritated. "That little fucker knows how to get around, doesn't he?"
I scoff, not even wanting to know how the hell he even managed to capture Mia, Ana and Lilly. Obviously my opinion of Mia and Ana is very high, and before all this shit went down years ago I may have thought of Lilly as being attractive, but her uppity attitude made her unappealing to me. Now when I picture her face in my mind all I see is a conniving bitch with nothing going for her in life.
"This conversation is bringing up emotions I'm not in the mood to deal with. Let's just go watch some TV and wait for the girls to come back," I mutter, picking up my bottle and heading back over to the couch.
"What do you wanna watch?" Elliot asks as he picks up the remote and starts flipping through channels.
"Don't care," I murmur.
He shrugs and settles the movie Fast and Furious so we settle back and watch the movie as we chat about pointless stuff during the commercials. It's not until another hour later that Kate comes strutting through the door.
I turn my head and almost laugh at the scowl on Ana's face as she stomps through the door after her. She glances at Kate from behind her and rolls her eyes sulkily.
"I am never going shopping with that woman again," she mutters as she walks past Elliot and I with a garment bag in her hand.
Elliot and I watch as Kate settles her stuff in the dining room while muttering, "That girl is literally the only person I know who hates shopping. I mean it was Chanel. Chanel!" She throws her hands in the air with a huff and I honestly don't even think she realizes she's talking out loud. Her garment bag and a few others are lying across a chair and covering the table.
"Hey, babe," Elliot says, amused.
Kate perks up when she hears Elliot's voice and when they look at each other, she beams at him. I roll my eyes and turn away, not wanting to get a front view of the eye-fucking that is surely happening.
"Christian!" I hear Ana yell from down the hall.
I sigh and get up, walking towards the hall. I'm not sure what type of mood she's going to be in, but if she's as tense as she was before she left, I know the chances of me walking normal for the next twenty-four hours is slim to zero.
I figured since there won't be any BDSM, I'd lay down the foundation for some kink, hence this very lemony chapter.
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