Anastasia

The wind is blowing as we step outside the front door of the Grey house. It's a wonderful sunny day, and I'd love to stroll through the gardens and take in the view, the rays of the sun seeping through the branches, the shadows of the trees are just screaming for me to capture them on canvas. I see myself standing on the lawn; a palette with blue, white and yellow in my hand, a large white canvas in front of me just waiting for me to touch it. My momentary daydream is blown away by the gust of wind tugging on the hem of my skirt. Damn you Grey for taking my panties! I try my best to control the hem while walking towards the car, the cool breeze on my very bare bottom making it impossible for me to enjoy the garden view anymore. Christian hugs me, but I can't hug him back, the wind blowing straight at me now. Christian looks worried, doesn't he get my distress? He asks me what's wrong and it makes my blood boil. What's wrong! Like you don't know you... You panty stealer! "What do you think is wrong?!" I practically hiss at him. Oh, the hell with it.

I take my chances with the wind and pat him down until I find the pocket with the stolen goods. This is what's wrong! I pull the panties out from his pocket and get into the car; pull the door shut, leaving Christian dumbfounded outside. Take that you beautiful bastard, I grin realizing it's probably the first time anyone has ever closed a door in his face. I see Taylor walking around the car, reaching for the handle. Crap, I don't want Taylor to see me here like this. Christian obviously told him to wait for a moment, as he stops in his tracks. Phew.

I wear my panties, grateful for the tinted windows; once ready I open the door for Christian. He seems a bit distant, probably thinking that I'm angry, which I'm not, because if I think about it, it was quite funny actually. Maybe in different circumstances and a different dress, I think, but I'm still going to give Christian a piece of my mind, as visiting my future in-laws is really not the time or the place for pranks like that. In-laws Ana? Seriously?

I realize Christian looking at me, that familiar desire darkening his eyes. Well, well. Time to stir things up a bit, no pun intended. I lean in and place my hand on his firm thigh; I hear him gasping as I reach his cock, already erect. I tease him a bit, stroking his length and leaning in as if to kiss him. But instead of kissing him on the lips like he is expecting me to, I peck his nose and turn away. Telling him not to do it again.

I'm desperately trying to avoid looking at him, or my little payback will be spoilt by me jumping his bones. I want him to be confused and unfocused, basically like I was when he took my panties and left.

His phone buzzes again and he moves to the other side of the back seat leaving me feeling very much alone. Well since it looks like he'll be busy, I might as well make myself comfortable. I kick off my shoes and lift my feet up. I stare at the window and wonder will his work always come first? His phone buzzes again, the emails incoming are nonstop now, it seems. I jump from the surprise as he suddenly answers it with a short and tight "Grey. What you got?"

The call has been going on at least 20 minutes, that's 20 minutes of staring out at the landscape flying by; quietly listening to him barely reacting to what is being said. Christian reaches for my feet and lifts them in his lap, massaging my insoles gently with one hand. It felt nice, but something was missing; his presence. After a while he looks up, his eyes meet mine and that familiar electricity sparks between us. I bite my lip as his fingers press harder, the effect directly connecting to my core. He continues his one handed sensual massage the rest of the way, and I can feel him getting harder as my other foot rests in his lap. How he manages to concentrate at the phone call is beyond me.

The subject apparently becomes heavier as he lets go of my foot and pinches the bridge of his nose. "I want all the details, this cannot happen again." he says, his voice dead serious. He glances up at me, before turning his eyes back to my feet "I'm in no position to give you any details now" he adds. It's because of me he can't talk now, I know it. I wonder what the call is about though, that being the most he has said during the whole time.

We get back to Escala, Taylor parks the car in its usual slot and Christian gets out, still holding his phone tightly to his ear.

I wear my shoes and take Christian's outstretched hand as I step outside the car. His eyes are still distant when he pulls me to him and kisses the top of my head as we wait for the elevator. I wrap my hands around his waist, I need to feel his warmth and our connection, before he will shut himself into his office.

The thought of spending the evening alone at Escala is more than a bit depressing. I sigh as I press my ear to his chest; I listen to his heartbeat, and when I look up at him, it's like I'm looking at a broken man. The wear and tear of being a CEO is etched onto his face. He strokes my hair and closes his eyes for a second. "I'll call you back" he finally says and closes the phone, slipping into his pocket.

The same hand that has been gripping the phone feels hot and a bit clammy as he catches my chin lifting my gaze up to meet his. My breath hitches as I look into his eyes that now burn with an emotion I cannot read. He leans over me and kisses me deeply, almost desperately; pressing me against him. I push my fingers through his hair as I hold him tight, meeting his tongue in a wet, hot dance. I don't want this kiss to stop. The elevator pings as it arrives at the garage level, and when the door opens, Christian picks me up and carries me inside.

The ride up is a mixture of groping, fondling, kissing, nibbling, squeezing and biting. The massage in the car had already made me want him badly; so being back at his home leaves us free from all restraints and disturbances and the desire between us is raging like a wildfire.

In between kisses I realize that Christian looks at the time. That small innocent gesture feels like bucket of cold water on my libido. He doesn't want to be with me, is the first thought that comes to mind, but as he practically growls between pants "I've got 15 minutes, but I really, really want to do this..." the momentary chill vanishes as I kiss him with a renewed passion and say "We can be quick".

He lifts me over his shoulder and smacks my bottom. "Ok, quick it is then" he says carrying me towards the bedroom. It's all so cave-manly that I can't help but giggle. From dangling upside down there's not much I can do, so I just enjoy the absurdity of the situation and his strong hands gripping my legs. He kicks the door shut behind him and drops me on top of the bed. It all happens so fast that I can't help yelping as my stomach somersaults in those milliseconds before my back lands on the bed.

Christian looks down on me, his eyes dark with lust. He opens his belt and pulls it away from the loops, measuring it in his hand. The butterflies in my stomach are swarming at this point, I have no idea what he will do. He tied me with my stockings, will he do it again with the belt?

A faint frown passes his face and he throws the belt away, before joining me on the bed. He bites my lip before kissing it, my hands are again in his unruly hair as he lowers himself to my neck, kissing and biting his way over my collarbone as his hands are roaming all over my body.

He pinches my nipples through the fabric and I gasp at the harsh touch. But as the sensation transforms into a heat that connects straight to my core I moan and watch Christian smirk. "Oh, you like that baby, don't you?" he asks and I barely manage to answer him with a breathy "Uh huh" as he is kissing me below the ear, his hot breath on my skin. "I think you're overdressed" he whispers and pulls away from me, lifts me up to sit and catches the hem of my dress, pulling it up over my head; leaving me in my underwear and stockings. He opens the clasp of my bra and removes it humming appreciatively as the cool air makes my nipples perk even further.

Christian

Fuck, she looks amazing in my bed in only her panties and thigh high stockings. I want to taste her all over, but as the clock is ticking I make my way to the apex of her thighs in no time, her skin is soft as silk under my fingers as I push them under the fabric of her panties and gently slide them off her. She didn't get to wear them for long; I bite my lip not to say anything about it. I'm still not sure if she was really angry about it or not.

I trace my fingers over her glistening folds, she's so ready for this I realize, as I push my finger inside her wet center and watch her squirm tilting her hips to meet my hand. Fuck it, I'll be late but I have to taste her. She holds her breath as I approach her and then gasps as my tongue makes contact with her clit. She tastes like heaven, she's my drug and I'm addicted. I lick her greedily, pushing my fingers inside her as I do. Her taste gives me a high that's indescribable. My cock is throbbing painfully and when I finally manage to tear myself away from her delicious pussy, and I'm dying to bury myself in her.

She grabs a condom from the bedside table as I open my pants and pull them to my knees as I'm still kneeling on the bed. She kneels beside me and catches my cock. She grips it firmly moving her hand up and down, I thrust into her hands and close my eyes. Fuck! I feel her warm, wet mouth on my tip, she sucks me in and I think it will be the end of me. "Ana" I manage to pant. "I need to fuck you" I blurt out, the feel of her mouth on my cock taking away all my abilities to even try to soften my words. I look at her and she actually smirks as she tears open the condom package. She puts on the condom and I push her down on the bed.

I grab my cock and place it on her entrance. "I need you to fuck me too" she breathes and I growl as I plunge into her, burying my throbbing manhood into her sweet tight pussy. This is not like any time we've had sex before, this is hurried fucking; animalistic pleasure, heat, fire, hell and finally heaven. This is what I've wanted since we kissed in the stairs after brunch. This heat, this connection between Ana and me, is what I need to empty my mind from that phone call burning in the back of my mind.

I feel her beneath me, I catch her mouth with mine, I kiss her savagely as we plunge into the abyss of our orgasm. Fucking hell, I see stars as I empty myself inside her as her pussy is milking me of every last drop. Our breathing is heavy, a sheen of sweat shimmers on her body. To my amusement I realize I'm still wearing my shirt.

I kiss her gently and thank her for being perfect as I pull myself out of her. She gives me a sexy, sated smile, but I see her holding back her feelings as she says "I hope your conference call doesn't take too long, it's Sunday, your day off, remember". I feel a pang of guilt not telling her the truth about the call. "I'll try to wrap it up quickly, but I can't make any promises" I tell her as I pull the cover over her naked body.

I go into the bathroom to freshen up. I look at myself in the mirror, trying to focus at the task at hand. I have no idea how I'll reign my temper, but I've got to try.

I go through the bedroom and realize Ana has fallen asleep, her hair fanned over the pillow all messed up in a just fucked way. Sweet dreams, my love, I think as I close the door behind me quietly and go to my office.

I turn on my laptop and open the emails I received while we were on our way over. I frown as I quickly scan the text, knowing we will be discussing this is a few minutes. I want be on top of my game, praying there will not be any more surprises coming.

Taylor logs in, Barney - the IT whiz is already online, so I open the conference call and soon all men are visible on my screen. "Welch should be joining us any second" I tell them. Within half a minute Welch pops up online and I add him to the conference call as well.

"Gentlemen, I'm sure you know that we are here to discuss the situation of Ms. Steele" I begin and all the men nod. "Welch, why don't you start with what you've found out."

AN: I know I left it again at another cliffhanger, and I'm sorry... Or maybe not :D

I'm not sure if I'll get the meeting written today, so I opted for giving you a chapter now, rather than making you wait longer.

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