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Here's a continuation of the last chapter.
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The Talk Part 2- Grovel Time
I stand in the corner of Christian's office, watching him rather begrudgingly posing for the Time Magazine photographer. I know he hates it. Admittedly, a small part of me enjoys watching him suffer.
The photographer is barking out directions to Christian. "Stand here Mr. Grey; Sit there Mr. Grey, by the window Mr. Grey, at your desk Mr. Grey."
I have a stupid grin plastered on my face, unable to hide my amusement. I'm brought back to all those years ago when Kate was barking orders out to Christian at the photo shoot at the Heathman. Christian admitted to me that the only reason he agreed to the WSU photographs was to have another opportunity to see me. Who would have thought that moment in time would bring us here, so many years later?
The attraction we have for each other is just as undeniable today as it was back then, it may be more powerful now.
Today, just like that day, finds Christian and I sneaking glances at each other. A few times our eyes lock, I look down and blush. Twenty years married to this man, and he still can make me blush like a school girl.
"Ana. Come." Christian motions me to join him.
"No, No" I take a step back, shaking my head while crossing my arms in front of me.
"Come. I want a picture with my wife." He insists.
We have gone through great lengths to keep our private life private…only allowing photographs together at social events, never mixing it with business. His invitation to join him is surprising.
I shake my head and grin. He grins back and walks over to me, wrapping his arm around my waist.
"My wife is lovely, isn't she?" He proudly says to the photographer and his assistant.
"Very lovely Mr. Grey" The photographer answers. I roll my eyes. Well, what the hell else would he say while I'm standing right here? "No Mr. Grey, your wife is a hot mess." Jeez.
"I'd like a picture with my wife"
"Christian" I protest.
"I want the world to see that you're mine" he whispers in my ear.
"Look at me…I'm a mess" I murmur.
"You. Are. Beautiful." He whispers in my ear, inhaling my hair.
"Oh…Fine." I hold my hands up, surrendering to my fate. I turn toward the photographer "Snap away"
Christian keeps his arm wrapped snugly around my waist, occasionally glancing over at me. His free hand reaches over and tucks a few stray strands of my hair behind my ear, his finger slowly trailing across my cheek.
The photographer is busy clicking away when Christian decides he's done.
"I think you have enough" he says to the photographer.
The photographer nods and stops. He motions his assistant to start packing up the lighting equipment.
"Thank you for your time Mr. Grey, Mrs. Grey". He shakes our hands. "The proofs will be delivered here tomorrow for your approval, Mr. Grey"
Proofs? Ah yes… my control freak fifty has final approval of any photos used. Of course.
The photographer and his assistant let themselves out.
We're left alone in the room, shyly looking at each other.
There's an awkward silence between us. Without the distraction of the photographer in the room, we're left with not knowing quite what to say to each other. We're both here, which proves that neither of us wants to fight anymore. Breaking the ice via email is easy…face to face is a whole different ball game. It's a little odd to feel uncomfortable around the very person who has slept next to me for so long.
Arguments can do that…change a dynamic between two people, even if it's a temporary change.
"I took the liberty of ordering up lunch. I thought we could eat here in my office." Christian runs his fingers through his hair. It's adorable how nervous he is.
"That's fine" I say.
"Did you have a good morning at work?"
"It was uneventful. Well, except for the lovely flowers waiting for me on my desk. How did you get them delivered to my office so early in the morning?"
"I have connections."
"The Flower Fairy?" I ask as my brow slyly arches.
"Something like that." He smirks, running his index finger against his lower lip.
"Well, they're lovely. Thank you"
"You're very welcome"
Andrea informs us that our lunch has been delivered. We set the bag down on Christian's desk. He holds the chair in front of his desk out for me to sit.
I nod, thanking him, and sit.
He opens the bag and places a grilled chicken Caesar salad in front of me. It smells divine. I didn't realize how hungry I was until the food was placed in front of me.
He walks around the desk and takes his seat behind it.
We both dig into our lunches, eating quietly. Very quietly. Christian looks up from his salad at me and exhales.
"How do you want to do this?" he asks.
"Do what?"
"My groveling for your forgiveness"
"Oh that"
I know the way he spoke to me last night was horrible, but I also know he's sorry. Truly, sincerely, sorry. I could be a bitch and drag it out, but he has enough on his plate. Deep down I know his lashing out had nothing to do with me and everything to do with Carrick's recent news.
"Let me get back to you on that" I smile.
"Very well" He nods.
"Err…do you want to talk about it?" I quietly ask.
"Talk about what, going down on my knees, begging for forgiveness?"
"No. Do you want to talk about your Dad?"
"I don't know what to say. Thoughts of him losing himself while we all stand idly by are playing over and over in my mind. I can't escape them."
"But you won't be standing idly by, you'll be with him every step of the way, helping him anyway you can."
"I don't know if I can watch him deteriorate in front of me. I don't think I could bear it. What if I don't have it in me? What if I can't do this? "
I reach my hand across the desk, resting it on top of his.
"Christian, you'll find the strength. You always do for the people you love. This will be a hard long road ahead, but I know you, you can do this for him. You could never turn away from someone you love, no matter how painful it is to watch. And when you need someone to lean on…I'm here. I'll always be here."
"Even when I'm an insensitive ass?"
"I'm here now aren't I?" I grin.
He leans back in his chair, inhaling a sharp breath then slowly exhaling it.
"Yes, you are." He tilts his head and smiles.
"Maybe you should plan some trips with your Dad. You and Elliot can steal him from your Mom for a few days and take him to Aspen or out on the Grace III for a few days. Have a boy's weekend. It'll be nice for the three of you and it'll give your Mom a break. Make some memories now, while he can still physically do things. I'm sure he'd love it and I know you will too"
"I did invite him to Cabo for some Marlin fishing."
"Good. Enjoy your time together. Get as much as you can. I know its cliché, but I also know it's true. Time is a gift. It's something that ticks away and you can never get it back. If I had warning that Ray was going to leave us before he died, I would have put everything on hold, just to do something as simple as have a cup of tea with him."
"You're right. As his disease progresses, his life will turn into a series of different doctor's visits and wheelchair fittings. You're right Ana, you're right."
Normally I'd gloat when Christian admits I'm right about something, but I let this one slide.
"Last night you were researching clinical trials and treatment plans; did you find anything worth exploring further?"
"There' a new medication that may prolong the health of a patient. It's not a cure, but it's a start. I have a phone call in about that."
"Is this a trial? He'd have to meet certain criteria to get accepted into the trial, wouldn't he?"
"I have no doubt he'll make it into any trial his doctors approve of…and they won't feed him a fucking placebo pill either."
"How would you know if he'd received the real medication or the placebo? They don't tell you which one you get."
Christian cocks his head and looks at me with a smirk. Of course, power has its perks. Christian would probably buy the drug company, if it meant he got his way.
"I see." I smile.
I'm not going to continue pushing this conversation. I'm grateful that Christian has opened up as much as he just has. He usually bottles up things up for so long, I'm afraid he'll have a heart attack. Going forward I'll let him talk it out at his own pace.
I stand up from my chair and walk to the door.
"Where are you going?" he asks.
"Nowhere" I slyly grin as I lock the door and walk back to Christian.
"You locked the door. Do you have something in mind, Mrs. Grey?" he purrs.
"Yes, it's time for you to make amends for your transgressions last night. You need to be punished. I don't want your staff walking in on their boss groveling"
"That's very kind of you"
"Yes, it is." I smirk.
Christian stands and walks over to me and placing his hands around my waist.
"Word on the street is you look hot in this navy suit" I run my hand up and down his jacket lapel, recalling the conversation Luke and I overheard in the elevator coming up to the office today.
"What?" He cocks his head to one side looking quizzically at me.
"Nevermind." My lips curl into a smile. He does look hot.
I take Christian's hand and guide him over to his desk. I sit at the edge of the desk hiking up my dress enough so the tops of my thigh highs are visible. Christian's eyes focus on my thighs, he not so discreetly adjusts his pants as his growing bulge restricts him. He stands between my legs wearing a salacious grin.
"I don't think having sex with you is a punishment" He murmurs.
"Who said you're going to have sex?"
"I recognize that look in your eyes, Mrs. Grey"
"Oh, I want something, but it's not what you're thinking"
"Groveling?" he asks.
"Down boy" I point to the floor.
"Are you serious?" he asks.
"On your knees Grey"
He rolls his eyes as he takes off his suit jacket, resting it on the chair nearby. He lowers himself to the floor until he's kneeling in front of me, between my legs. He looks up at me and smirks.
"Well?" I arch my brow.
"Anastasia, I'm sorry. I should never…" As he begins to speak I put my finger over his lips to stop him.
"That sharp tongue got you in this predicament, I believe you can think of a more creative way to have that sharp tongue get you out of it" I bite my lip. Message sent.
He licks his lips and grins. Message received.
He hooks his index finger around my panties and slowly glides them down my legs until they're off, lying innocently on his office floor. I lean back onto the desk, frantically pushing the papers and our lunch out of the way, some papers falling to the floor.
He hikes up my dress, his hand reaches between my legs as he spreads them further apart.
He buries his head between my legs and inhales deeply. The scent of my arousal always gets him going. My hardened nipples are poking through my dress. His fingers brush lightly against my folds.
"No, no. I said tongue, Mr. Grey"
He nods with a smirk as he takes the finger that just touched me, puts it in his mouth and sucks it.
How I love my naughty Fifty.
I moan as his tongue teases me, lightly kissing and licking the outer edges of my folds. The feeling intensifies when his tongue reaches my most sensitive spot, licking me, swirling, and quick sharp jolts to slow flat strokes.
I'm panting on the desk. I feel the waves, the quivering. I can't hold on anymore.
"Christian" I cry out, finding my release.
He looks up at me, pleased at my state of unraveling.
"Have I satisfied the punishment requirement?"
"Yes. I believe you have" I pant as I lay across the desk.
"Do you forgive me?"
"Yes"
"Do you love me?"
"Yes."
"Are you done fucking with my head?"
"Yes." I nod with a mischievous grin. I knew this would drive him insane.
"Good, because I'm going to fuck you now."
He takes my hand and helps me off the desk, turns me around and bends me over the desk, hiking my dress up to my waist. He reaches over me, taking my wrists and gently pulls them behind my back, pinning them there. He moves his feet between mine, slowly moving his feet apart so my legs are spread out and my stomach is flat on the desk. His hand slowly caresses my naked ass. He reaches around and teases my sex, gliding his finger in the slick wetness of my arousal.
I hear his pants unzip then feel the hardness of his erection rubbing against my sex. Oh, I want this.
Quickly, he enters me, pounding into me fast and deep. His breathing increases with short and harsh gasps. With each powerful thrust, he's driving me wild. He delves deeper, harder, and faster into me with each rhythmic push. My hips gyrate with his movement.
God, I love when he fucks me hard. I close my eyes and surrender to this exquisite feeling.
I feel the build up again and moan.
"Give it to me baby"
All control over my body is lost as I convulse into a chain of spasms. Holy fucking yes.
He slams into me, holding still as he pulsates inside of me, finding his own release.
He releases my wrists, leaning into my back and nuzzles my neck, lightly kissing it.
"Thank you baby" he breathes as he pulls out of me.
He helps me off the desk and turns me around to face him. I know I'm a disheveled mess and I don't care. Two orgasms for lunch, perfect.
We look at each other, both grinning in the afterglow of what's turned into a very satisfying lunch date.
"Have I groveled to enough to meet your satisfaction, Mrs. Grey?"
"Yes, I believe you have" I smile.
"Are we good?" he asks.
"We are very good"
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