I hope you all enjoyed a little bit of fuckery last night. I was surprised I didn't get any PMs or reviews, but it's sometimes to admit you're that horny.

I'm SO sorry. As you know, there's a blizzard in New York I have no internet in my apartment currently. The Starbucks on the corner, though it was scheduled to close early at 9pm, just announced it will instead be closing in 9 minutes, so instead of leaving you empty-handed for the night, I thought I'd post what I have so far. It's just a teaser, I guess. My bad. I should have planned my time better.

Tomorrow I'll do my best to post multiple chapters to save you from a full 24 hours with only about 1000 words.

Again, let me know what you'd like to have happen! We aim to please, dear readers.

Chapter 32

"I'm sorry we skipped out on you, Mom." I want to make it clear to her that I hadn't intended to only have a two-day visit.

We've only been in New York for about twenty minutes. The beginning of the cab ride from LaGuardia is boring, or so Christian and Taylor assure me. With all the hubbub yesterday between not fucking, the pain, eating, and getting to the airport, I managed to forget to call her. She was worried sick as it turns out and doesn't seem to mind that I've called her at 6am her time. I guess it still feels like 9 for her.

"That's okay, Ana," she says. "Grace and Carry have been wonderful hosts and I managed to get a flight back to Savannah for tomorrow morning." Oh, so it's "Carry" now, is it? My mother gets along so well with Christian's dad. It makes me slightly nervous, even though I have no right to be. Her string of husbands I guess is where that's routed. She gets attached to men easily and always seems to get hurt.

"Well, that's good, I guess. Police still keeping you safe?"

She sighs. "Yes, they're oppressive in their attentions." I laugh slightly. "No, they're fine. I don't think there's any chance Hyde can get to us like this. We're basically barricaded in." She pauses for a moment and I can hear her take a deep breath. "Are you guys being safe?"

"Yes, Mom. We just landed and are heading to Christian's apartment."

At this, Christian pinches the skin on my arm holding the phone and shoots me a look.

"Excuse me. Our apartment."

"Well, have a good trip, honey. Feel better soon and don't over-exert yourself there. I know there's a lot to see and do, but you need to remember that you're still healing." My mother is great at the lecture schtick.

"Yes, Mom," I say. "Love you."

"Love you, too, Ana. Talk to you soon."

"Bye." Christian is still staring at me. "What?"

"Everything that's mine is yours." He's so serious, so stern. This has clearly upset him more than I realized. I'm grateful for the partition separating us from Taylor and the cab driver.

"I know, I'm sorry."

"You seem to forget that quite often, Anastasia." His voice drops and I can see pain behind his eyes. "It hurts me."

Oh, my poor Fifty! I take his face in my hands, caressing his temples. "I don't mean to hurt you, Christian. It's just hard for me to think of these things I didn't earn as mine." I smile weakly. "Hell, I've never even seen this apartment. I don't know where it is."

He grins widely. "You will soon." I gasp.

Behind him, the entire city skyline comes into view. It's Monday morning, so we're crawling in the rush hour traffic, but theres's a romantic mist from a steam connection barely obscuring my view of the Empire State Building, the Chrysler Building, the New York Life Tower... It's so unlike the shape and feeling of Seattle, Atlanta, San Francisco. Somehow, it's older, steeped with history and elegance. Busier. And the cities in Europe we visited on our honeymoon were almost bipolar — struggling between antiquity and modernity. The Gherkin and the Tower Bridge in London spring to mind. While I can see that to a certain extent in New York — brick and mortar landmarks dating from the 18th and 19th Centuries next to freshly completed gleaming towers, it all seems to flow together. You can feel the frenetic energy coming from the city and it makes me smile.

Christian looks over his shoulder then back at me.

"Welcome to New York City, Mrs. Grey."

"I want to go see the Statue of Liberty, Christian. Then we can visit the Empire State Building and Ground Zero."

I'm sitting on the bed in our townhouse on Sutton Place. It's incredible. From the outside, it seems so small, but inside, it's four stories with an enormous garden on the roof that almost feels like a forest. The part-time housekeeper is full-time while we're here and maintains the place immaculately. The place is decorated in a modernized Federal style and reminds me of a mix between the apartment at Escala and when I visited Colonial Williamsburg with my mother three summers ago. Convex, gilded mirrors mixed with matte gray walls, mid-century modern chairs with chippendales. The bed, itself, is a masterpiece. A swagged canopy, complete with fringe and piping sits atop the sleek, filigreed, wrought iron four-poster. There's a beautiful lattice-work headboard. I see in it the potential for plenty of kinky fuckery and smile.

Christian comes out of the bathroom in his towel, drying his hair, and looking edible. He laughs. "That's a lot for one day. The Statue of Liberty is sort of an all-day event. Maybe we can hit Ellis Island, too."

I pout. I don't know how long we're going to be here and since I can't have sex with my husband, I want to stay as busy as humanly possible so I can avoid thinking about what I'm missing.

"Are you sure you want to do the standard touristy things all this trip? We can spread them out," he says as he plonks down on the bed next to me.

I put my hand on his bare chest and gently push him back into the bed. I lean over and kiss him. He doesn't resist or try to stop me. My kiss gets more eager, deepening, desperate. I try to climb onto him as best I can with my cast. I wind up prone on top of him and I can feel through his towel that he's ready. He wraps his arms around me, pressing me to him and I reach for his towel. He sits up, holding me firmly and setting me next to him.

"Ana," he scolds. "We can't. You know that."

"And that is why I want to do all these touristy things. I want to keep my mind off your... Assets."

He smiles wryly. "I can't say I think it's a bad idea, but do you have any objections to an alternate distraction? I don't want you getting tired out."

I have no idea what he could have in mind, but I agree anyway.

His smile morphs into an evil grin. I think I might regret my decision to agree without further details.

Again, I'm sorry, I realize this isn't a whole chapter but there will be more tomorrow (probably in the morning for the rest of this chapter at least).

Good night and stay warm!