Chapter 53 - Surprises, Soap and Sex.

Anastasia's POV

"How the hell is a carnival keeping it low key, Mia? You know Christian will never go for that." She huffs and rolls her eyes, reaching for her iced tea and taking a sip. "He just doesn't want a fuss."

"It's not a fuss, it'll be fun! And besides, it's not like we haven't got the space, Ana. My mom has already called Heather Manning to set up a meeting."

"Heather Manning? Who is that?"

"Our party planner," Mia shrugs and stabs at her salmon with a fork. "She's been working with us for years for the Coping Together benefits."

"I thought Grace did all the organising for those?" I blow a strand of hair out of my face and tuck it behind my ear.

"Mostly, but she needs help even if she doesn't want to admit she does, but Heather's amazing, that's why I know she'll do an awesome job for Christian's birthday." I shake my head back and forth and wave my hand at her.

"Mia, I really don't think we need a party planner, that seems so extravagant and unnecessary."

"But we need someone, Ana. You work all week and so does my mom, and I know Christian is keeping track of my card transactions to see what I may or may not have ordered, interfering bastard that he is. So I can't organise a great deal by myself." It's only now I realise I haven't fully dismissed the god damn carnival idea, I should have known she would have something like this up her sleeve, my instincts were telling me as much when she called me this morning and invited me to lunch.

"Mia, you do realise Christian will take one look at it and turn straight back around again? He's made it clear he doesn't want a party, so I really think we should stick to the original plan." She raises her eyebrow and tilts her head to the side.

"Taking The Grace out? Is that all you want to do?"

"He'll love it, it's low key and it's something he enjoys doing, I can't think of anything more perfect." Mia flops back in her chair and puffs her cheeks out, tapping her fingernails against the table.

"I guess. He does like that god damn boat after all." I want to fist pump the air, finally she's starting to see sense. "Catering?"

"Either myself or Gail, although I don't really want her working when she's attending as a guest."

"Ana, Christian will flip his shit if sees you anywhere near that kitchen so don't even think about it. I'll phone the caterers that we always use, Christian is mad for his crab cakes." I roll my eyes and nod my head, I suppose I need to relent on something. "I'll leave the personal guest list to you, that way I won't invite any of his ex…" She freezes mid sentence and lowers her gaze, mumbling something under her breath while rubbing a hand over her forehead.

"Mia, it's okay. I know Christian has a past and I'm okay with it." I lie. I'm most definitely not okay with it, but I can't really tell his sister how I would claw their eyes out if I ever so much as shared the same oxygen supply with one of his ex whores.

"Still, that was a stupid thing for me to say, I just don't want to risk contacting one by accident, everyone knows everyone in this god damn city." I smile and tap her hand, reassuring her that I haven't taken offence. "As for business associates? I don't know, I mean should we even invite any?" She scratches the back of her neck and resumes eating her lunch, watching me as she chews slowly.

"I don't think that's such a good Idea, I mean he doesn't even like any of them so it would be a recipe for disaster, except Ros, I'll give her a call."

One hour, two iced teas and a slice of red velvet cake later, we have the preparations for my man's birthday organised to a tee. I tried to convince Mia that I was happy cooking, wanted to in fact but she waved me off and pulled her blackberry out of her Berkin, dialling the famous Franco right there and then. I put my foot down with the cake though, that is something I insist on doing myself. It's the first birthday we are sharing together and I want to start a tradition going forward, I bet my life that he hasn't had anyone bake him a cake since he was a child. At that, Mia grinned and nodded her head, telling me her brother wouldn't have it any other way.

"So remember, no matter how much he tries to pry it out of you," She purses her lips and swipes her closed fingers across her mouth motioning a zipper. "If he wants to do something low key then he has to give us this, I so want it to be a surprise." I nod my head at Sawyer who is waiting beside the SUV across the street and hold two fingers up.

"Don't worry I'll keep it hush, be sure to fill Elliot in." Taking my sunglasses off my head and sliding them back onto my face, I pull her in for a one armed hug and kiss her cheek. We've agreed to tell Christian that all we're doing is having a family dinner at Bellevue, he knows that I've arranged a day out on The Grace but so far he thinks it will just be the two of us, little does he know everyone will already be waiting on board when we arrive. I hope he won't be too pissed, not only does he hate surprises but he's already told me how much he's looking forward to having me all to himself for a whole day. I filled him in once we arrived home last night and his face lit up like little boy on Christmas morning. I think after our fight he needed me more than ever, when he wasn't making love to me he was holding me as close as possible and stroking my hair, whispering sweet nothings into my ear until I finally passed out from exhaustion.

My phone vibrates the minute Sawyer pulls out into the afternoon traffic, I smile before I even look at the screen because I know exactly who it'll be.

Sawyer tells me you've left the bistro. She hasn't taken you hostage then? That's good, I kinda like having you around.

He really doesn't miss a trick does he? I know my security provide him with updates regularly but seriously? I finished lunch not even five minutes ago.

Definitely not taken hostage. And the feeling is mutual, Grey. What are you doing?

Watching the game with Elliot and Blake. What are you wearing?

I snicker and shake my head, grinning like a fucking idiot as I tap out my reply.

You know what I'm wearing.

I mean underneath.

Naughty, sexy, bastard.

Oh no, I'm not getting into that right now, Sir. You can find out for yourself later, I have a date with Blake's girl. I'll see you soon. I love you.


"Anastasia Steele!" Olivia makes a beeline for me before I even make it through the door. "Get your peachy ass over here right now and sit down. Oh sweet Jesus look at these split ends, I told you six weeks was too long." I drop my purse as she pushes me into a chair, wasting no time in wrapping one of those hideous gowns I hate so much around my neck.

"I've been busy, that's all." Meeting my eyes through the mirror, she cocks her hip and raises a perfectly shaped brow.

"Busy? You are never too busy for a little hair care, Missy." Lifting my hair, she runs her fingers through each lock as she contorts her face into every expression imaginable. "Boy, do you need highlights. The usual?"

"Yep, no lighter and no darker." Christian would have a fucking fit if I changed the colour of my hair, when I told him I was getting my hair done today he almost had a meltdown, telling me and I quote, not to have it cut even an inch shorter under any fucking circumstances.

"Sure I can't tempt you into having something new?" She fluffs her shoulder length bob and winks, as if she can read my mind or something. While she looks gorgeous, I know for a fact I would look fucking stupid with shorter hair, maybe that's why Christian insists I don't have it cut every time? "So what's new? I feel like I haven't seen you in forever."

I fill her on in everything that's happened since I last saw her, which I realise has been too long and seeing as the trial doesn't count, I soon work out in my head that it's been even longer. Something I intend to rectify. When I tell her about our fight over trying for a baby, her hands freeze in my hair and she spins my chair around slightly to look me in the eye, her own eyes as wide as golf balls.

"We're not having a baby if that's what you're thinking, we were just having a disagreement over it that's all. Which lead to us not speaking for two days."

"I never thought Christian would want kids this early, I guess he doesn't strike me as a paternal guy. How do you feel about it now?"

"Better. We've agreed to wait a while, logically it's just not the right time for us. I mean how many couples do you know who decide to have their first kid before their first anniversary?" Olivia tilts her head to the side and half smiles.

"Ana, you and Christian aren't most couples and you know that. I totally wouldn't be surprised if you were to fall pregnant before Christmas."

"Well, seeing as I won't be coming off my birth control any time soon I don't see that happening."

"Accidents happen all the time, Anastasia." She waves a tail comb in front of her face.

"Not on my watch they don't, and I don't want my baby to be an accident so that's a big fat no. It will happen when it's meant to." Her hands slow slightly, I swear she focuses on me more than she focuses on my hair, good job I fucking trust her.

"I still say you'll be knocked up by Thanksgiving."


It's four thirty by the time I get home. I'm not at all surprised to see Christian isn't here yet as I told him it could take hours before I even leave the salon, he pouted and grumbled that he didn't want to spend the day without me, but I swatted him away and told him it was only one afternoon, something he needs to get used to.

It's eerily quiet in the apartment, Gail always does the grocery shopping on a Saturday so I know she won't be home for at least another hour. Sawyer and Evans are holed up in their headquarters and despite me hating the fact I have security tailing my every move, it's actually surprisingly comforting knowing they're in the apartment. This place is just so damn big I feel nothing but lost when I'm alone.

Pouring a cranberry spritzer, I take myself outside to the balcony to read over some manuscripts. I don't think I've ever been out here by myself, in fact I don't think I've been out here more than a handful of times since moving in. On the rare occasion that it isn't raining, Christian and I sometimes eat dinner or drink a glass of wine out here after work but that's it. In all honesty I find the view a little nauseating, I still can't bring myself to walk right to the ledge so I take my usual spot on the white, plush sofa near the balcony door and curl my legs up and underneath me.

I still don't have Christian's birthday present sorted, and with only less than four days to go I'm starting to panic. In all honesty I'm waiting for the perfect gift to jump out at me and it hasn't happened yet, I thought I would know as soon as I saw something but I'm having no god damn luck whatsoever. Kate said I should take up pole dancing lessons and surprise him with a private dance, not only would I suck at pole dancing, Christian would shit bricks if he ever found out that I had danced for anyone other than him, even if it is just an instructor, a female instructor.

At least I have the day planned out down to the very last detail. I fully intend to wake him with a round of birthday sex and bring him breakfast in bed, something I've never done for him before. Logan gave me the day off without me even asking for it, he over heard me talking to Fran in the break room and he granted me leave there and then telling me I shouldn't spend the day working when I could be with the person I love on their birthday. This was back when we were fighting so I told him I wasn't sure what we were even doing yet, at that he scoffed and told me to get creative. Which I know I need to fucking do. I startle when I feel hands on my shoulders.

"Shit, you scared me."

"Sorry. I didn't want to disturb you, you looked so content." Christian brushes his lips against the shell of my ear and drags them lower onto my neck, I automatically tilt my head to the side allowing him easier access.

"You're back early," I reach my hand up and rub the nape of his neck as he continues to kiss my neck, his own hands rubbing the length of my shoulders. "I wasn't expecting you back for a couple more hours at least."

"I knew you were back so I decided to ditch the boys and come home to my girl, is that a problem?" I crane my head to the side and peck his waiting lips softly.

"Not at all. Are you hungry?"

"I've been eating chips all day, so no. Elliot even made hot dogs which was a fucking miracle. What are you doing?"

"Just reading over some manuscripts." I hold one up and tap his nose with the corner of the folder. "I was waiting for you."

"Well I'm back now so you can put those damn things away," Christian walks around the side of the couch and plonks himself next to me, plucking the offending manuscripts out of my hand and tossing them onto the table in front of us. "Come here to me, woman." I don't need telling twice. I scoot closer towards him and snuggle into his side, his hand instantly finding it's way into my hair.

"Mmm, your hair smells so fucking good. What is that?"

"I don't know. Olivia always puts serum in it or something, I have no idea."

"Well whatever it is I like it." His nose nuzzles my hair over and over again, inhaling occasionally as we sit in silence, Christian playing with my hair and me running a hand over his beautiful chest. "So tell me then, what did Mia want with you this afternoon?"

"Nothing that you need to know about, Grey." I hear him sighing heavily making me laugh. He gets so antsy when he isn't in control, it's rather adorable actually.

"Come on, baby, give me something. Time? Place? People? This whole secrecy thing is driving me crazy."

"You know what's happening, I've already told you. Dinner at Bellevue for seven thirty, as for the rest? You will need to ask Mia." I keep my head down because I know I'm a shocking liar, if Christian so much as even looks at me while I'm talking I'm screwed. "Just go with it, baby."

"Ana, I don't do going with things. You know how much I need control." His arm wraps around my shoulder while his other hand pulls on my waist, effectively dragging me in closer to his chest. "In all things."

"Oh yeah? I never would have guessed." I jest, tracing my fingers over his jaw line, purposely avoiding his lips. "How about relinquishing some of that control for once? It won't kill you, you know."

"Easier said than done, baby." He leans down and kisses me. "Especially where my sister is concerned, I know she's up to something." So far so good, at the moment he only suspects that Mia is planning something, not that I want to throw her under the bus or anything - but if he even so much as thinks I have anything to do with the surprise, I'm screwed. "This was all my own fucking fault for giving her free reign over the stupid fucking thing."

"Oh, stop being such an old grump." I swat his chest and jab him in the ribs with my finger. "You never know, you might even enjoy yourself. Imagine that? Christian Grey having fun? That shit will really make front page news." He lifts his head to peer down at me, his eyes dancing with humour.

"That smart fucking mouth of yours. Do you know what I do to little girls with mouths like your's?" Fluttering my eyelashes, I slowly shake my head and chew on my lower lip, only to squeal out when he picks me up and forces my legs to wrap around his waist so that I'm straddling his hips. His hands grope my ass instantly, palming each cheek through the denim of my jeans. "Shall I show you?" Locking both hands around his neck, I lean forward and swipe my tongue across his parted lips, pulling away before he can even react.

"As tempting as that sounds," I drawl in what I hope sounds like a seductive purr. "I need a bath and my sweats. Can it wait?" Tapping his cheek with my palm, I hop off his lap and dash inside, biting on the inside of my cheek to stifle a laugh when I risk a glance over my shoulder, seeing my boyfriend rooted to the spot with a forlorn look painted across his beautiful face.

"You'll pay for that!" I hear him yell as I skip through the great room, heading straight for our bathroom. I don't doubt that I will for a single second.

Shedding my clothes as fast as I can, I drizzle jasmine scented bath oil into the already running water and pin my hair up to the top of my head with a clip. My neck is itching like god damn crazy, Olivia hardly took anything off of the length but whatever she did cut off, it feels like it's stuck to me like fucking glue. I lather, shave and exfoliate within an inch of my life and as soon as I start rinsing, Christian ambles through the half closed door wearing nothing but his birthday suit and a hard on. I cover my smirk with my closed fist and bring my legs up to my chest, I was wondering how long it would take him to make an appearance.

"Started without me? You really are dishing them out tonight aren't you, baby?"

"I don't know what you mean?" He motions for me to scoot forward with a flick of his wrist and I do so without hesitating, sinking back into his chest as soon as he sits down behind me.

"Oh, fuck that feels good." He groans and wraps both arms around my shoulders, his hands clasping over the swell of my breasts. "I love that you like the water as hot as I do."

"Good day?" I ask him, stroking the back of his hands with my fingertips.

"I guess. As good as it could have been spending the day with fucking Elliot anyway." I smile. He always makes out that he tolerates his brother's company, when I know in actual fact he adores him. Even if he won't admit it himself. "He doesn't know anything either."

"About what?"

"Next week. My birthday." He grumbles as I try to twist around so that I can face him, it's a futile effort though because his arms push down and hold me in place, preventing me from moving anywhere.

"For heavens sake, Christian! Please just stop with the prying, you're a real fucking kill joy do you know that?"

"Language, Miss. Steele," He admonishes me, squeezing my breast. "And I'm not prying. I'm merely just gathering information, establishing all the facts if you will."

"That's just a clever way of saying you're prying. You're really sucking the fun out of this, Christian."

"I couldn't give a fuck, I only agreed to this to shut Mia up. Now I wish I didn't even fucking bother."

"Language, Mr. Grey," I reiterate in a snarky tone. "What's the worse that could happen anyway? I've already told you that there's nothing for you to worry about, I wish you would just believe me and shut the hell up about it." I feel his hand on my chin before my face is pulled to the side, my eyes in perfect symmetry with his.

"Promise me something?" Oh god, please don't make me lie whilst maintaining eye contact.

"What?"

"That there will be no band, no surprises, no presents and no fucking strippers."

"Jeez, Christian!" I slap his thigh. "Why the fuck would I let a stripper near you? Birthday or no god damn birthday."

"It's not you I'm worried about, if Elliot had his way I'd be surrounded by the skanks." Christian plucks the wash cloth up off the side of the tub and squirts body wash into the centre, bringing his hand to my stomach and slowly dragging the cloth across my skin.

"Well, Elliot can piss off. And what are you doing, I've already washed."

"Not properly you haven't." He whispers hotly against my ear and kisses my cheek, his hands still stroking my lower stomach with the soapy rag. "I think you've missed a bit." My breath hitches in my throat when his hand dips below the water and grazes my pubic bone, the feel of the simple yet exhilarating touch makes me shudder slightly as my eyes close shut. I know exactly where he's going with this and I'm already panting like a race horse. "Spread your legs."

Like the brazen hussy that I am, my legs spread as wide as they can until I feel the sides of the tub hitting my knees. They're open pretty wide but clearly not wide enough, because Christian hooks his hands behind my knees and lifts my legs so that they can drape over the edge of the bath, leaving me as exposed as possibly can be.

"Fucking perfect. Don't move." My head drops back onto his chest when he drops the wash cloth completely, opting to 'clean' me with his fingers and fucking clean me does he. "Relax, baby. I've got you." Splaying an arm across my stomach, his fingers begin with their torturous stroking, occasionally adding pressure onto my clit when he hears me whimpering, knowing exactly what it is I want.

"Shit," I breathe. Curling my hand around the wrist that is holding my stomach down.

"Does that feel good?" His voice is low, husky, and oh so fucking sexy. All I can do is nod as his fingers continue manipulating my clit, circling the over sensitised nub over and over again. My stomach is quivering and shaking and he hasn't even penetrated me yet, he just grazes my folds with the pads of his fingers never once attempting to even break through. "You're so wet. I can feel how wet you are, baby. Is this all for me?"

"Y..Yess. God, yes."

"What do you want?"

"More."

"More what?" Fuck, this is torture. He knows exactly what he's doing to me and he's loving every second of it. "More. What. Anastasia?"

"You. I need more you, Christian. Please." I'm almost begging now, I'm so close yet so far and only he can push me over the edge. My toes feel numb from the lack of blood flow to my feet but I don't care, all I care about is this. Here. Now.

"How much? How much do you want me, Ana? Tell me." I'm writhing desperately in his hold, my hands flying out to grip the side of the tub in overwhelming need. Not being able to articulate a coherent response, I grip Christian's hair at the nape of his neck and twist his face to mine, latching onto his lips fast and hard. A low, deep growl reverberates through his chest and he sinks two fingers inside of me, my back arches and I cry out into his mouth. I desperately want to grind against his hand but my movements are restricted due to the position of my legs, they're numb and every time I try to thrust my hips I feel cramp setting in. "Don't move. I don't want you to move."

"Fuck, Christian." He licks, bites and sucks the side of my mouth when I twist my face to break the kiss, he's as deep inside of me as he can be and I can barely even take it, I don't know if it's the fact that I'm practically spread eagle, the heat emanating from our wet bodies or the fact that I'm unbelievably horny right now, but this feeling is so intense - so strong and raw, that I know when I come; I'll see fucking stars.

"Feel it, baby. Feel how much I want you." And want me he does. His erection is so hard against my lower back it must be torture, but to know he gets this turned on, this enamored simply by giving me pleasure - It's enough to drive me to the brink. "On your knees."

What?

My eyes flutter open as his fingers leave me, leaving me hornier than ever and more frustrated than a nymphomaniac nun. He scoops me up into his arms and braces himself onto his knees, spinning me around so that I'm leaning against the side of the tub, my ass perched on the very edge.

"Spread your legs again." Christian growls as he roughly parts my legs with his hands, my own hands flatten beside my hips and my legs involuntarily hook over his shoulders as he dips and immediately makes contact with my sex using his mouth.

"Fuck!" I scream, loud to even my own ears. I reach forward and grab his head while I grind feverishly against his sinful mouth. His tongue is relentless, constantly laving at my throbbing folds until I feel the all too familiar clenching, the coil tightening ready to snap.

"You're close aren't you?" I groan and bite my lip, furiously nodding my head as his head lowers once more, determined to make me come. "I want it, baby. Give it to me."

"Shit, Christian. Don't stop, don't stop." Closing my eyes, I tip my head back causing the clip to snap free from my hair, the plastic clattering on the floor somewhere behind me. A surge of white, hot heat rushes through me from head to toe as I shatter into Christian's mouth. His hands clasp around my thighs even tighter, almost crushing me to the point of pain as I ride out my orgasm.

Holy fucking hell!

Once I float back down to planet earth, Christian releases my legs and scoots back into the now tepid water. He presses his back against the edge of the bathtub and rests his elbows on the ledge, grinning the biggest shit eating grin I think I've ever seen in my life. I'm still a spread legged, wet and panting mess while he watches me. Clearly pleased with himself for his little performance. And what a performance it was!

Thinks he's clever does he?

Closing my thighs shut, I take a deep breath and run a hand through my hair. Locking eye contact with the devious, hot as fuck sex god sitting in my bath tub, his dick is hard and heavy against his stomach, the head more purple and swollen than I've ever seen it. Ready for his own release is he?

Placing my feet back into the water, I slowly stand and take a careful step forward so that I'm towering over him, my feet planted on either side of his hips. He glances up, smirks and shakes his head slightly, clearly thinking that I'm about to fuck his brains out. Giving him the once over, I smirk right back and slowly step out of the tub, sashaying my hips with extra vigour as I make my way towards the heated towel rack. For the second time tonight, I glance over my shoulder and bite my lip as Christian's eyes widen, his mouth gapes open and I can see his muscles tensing from here. He's shocked and horny as fuck, more than ready for his own release.

"Hungry?" I purr. Knowing full well what it is he's hungry for. "I'll get dressed and fix us something to eat." Wrapping the towel around my body, I fluff my damp yet still bouncy hair, blowing a fallen strand out of my face. "Take your time, baby."

It takes every ounce of power I have to stop myself from laughing, he looks like a child who has just been denied candy, although when I say candy I mean sex. Sex that he thought he was going to get without any questions asked, his throbbing dick told me everything I needed to know and more. Walking into the kitchen with nothing but a towel wrapped around me, I open the fridge door and pretend to analyse it's contents knowing that any minute now, my over charged boyfriend will come looking for me and take what I denied him. I cock my hip and rest one hand on the fridge door, bending slightly so that when he rounds that corner, the first thing he'll see is my bare ass.

Footsteps. Heavy footsteps. He's coming.

Holding my breath, I bite down on my lower lip and close my eyes when I hear a loud slam beside my head. The fridge door closes with a blow as pressure builds on my arm and I'm spun around and pressed against the hard, cool surface within seconds. Piercing, grey eyes meeting mine once I tell myself to open them.

Christian's breath is hard and heavy against my mouth, I can hear the carnal rasp in his throat and I know I've made him want me tenfold. He was ready for me before. Now he's fucking desperate. His hips pin me to the door and that's when I realise he's naked, wet and naked. Holy mother of hell he must have literally hopped out of the bath and headed straight for me!

"Christian -" I start to ask him what he's doing. I want to tell him that Gail could walk into the kitchen and catch us at any minute, she could witness Christian naked and me dressed in a towel but nothing coherent comes out, his mouth seals against mine and steals my breath in an instant. There is nothing gentle about this kiss, it's raw and sensual filled with carnal desire and although I thought that I was in control of this ride, he's making it perfectly clear that he is. I'm just the helpless, defenceless passenger who can do nothing except take whatever it is he has to give me.

"Find that little performance amusing did you?" He growls into my ear as his hand tugs at the terry cloth wrapped around my torso, ultimately pulling it away and kicking the useless fabric across the floor. "Do you like taunting me? Dangling what's mine in front of me then taking it away again?" Oh, god! "Is that how you get your kicks, Anastasia?" I'm hoisted off of the floor and pinned against the refrigerator door, my legs wrapping around his waist. I can feel his cock brushing against my sodden sex and within a matter of seconds, I'm writhing again. Desperate to feel him fill me inch by delicious fucking inch.

"No," I gasp.

"No, what? No you don't like taunting me? Or no this isn't how you get your kicks?" I really thought he would instantly get down and dirty, fucking me on the kitchen floor and spilling inside of me before I even had the chance to blink. But no, he's teasing me. Making me suffer in the same way I made him suffer, waving a piece of what belongs to me in front of my face and refusing to give it to me.

"Christian -"

"Tell me!" He pinches my clit and I swear I convulse right there and then. "I want you to tell me."

"No I don't like taunting you!" I squeal like a strangled pig, closing my eyes and whimpering when he grinds against my core, teasing me with a hint of friction without entering me. Didn't I just go through this in the bath tub not even fifteen minutes ago? "I'm sorry."

"You're sorry?" He pulls back and looks at me, beads of sweat forming along his brow. This must be killing him, he's so ready to fuck me yet he's holding off, determined to make me hurt the way he's hurting. Releasing his grip on my hips slightly, he gently lowers me to the floor and sets me on my feet, for a minute I think this it and this is as far as he'll take me, but when he wraps one leg back around his waist and grinds into me and I inwardly grin. Pre-cum seeps onto my thigh telling me all that I need to know, this is far from over. "You don't look very sorry."

"I am, I am," I nod my head furiously, resorting to begging like an errant child. "I didn't mean it. Please, baby. Please just fuck me." I choke on my own breath and claw at his shoulders. My back and ass are now sliding against the door due to the amount of perspiration oozing out of my pores, I'm a wet, panting mess and I don't think I have ever been this desperate to feel him inside of me. The finger fucking in the tub was desperate, last night in his office was desperate, the first time we secretly had sex was desperate. This is something else entirely, it's like I'm struggling to even breathe. My hands are gripping every inch of skin I can find and my mouth is permanently attached to his shoulder blade as I suck and kiss at his flesh, Christian is just as feral. His head is buried into the crook of my neck and his breathing is short and ragged.

"You want me to fuck you?"

"Yes, god yes!" I force my tongue inside of his mouth and kiss him like I've been without human contact for weeks, months even.

"Hold onto my arms. I'm going to fuck you so hard and fast you'll be begging me to stop." My hands don't even clamp down onto his biceps before he drives into me so hard that it feels like he's penetrated my womb. Fucking hell! "Is that what you wanted?" I can't say anything, I can barely even breath so instead I nod, moaning in response. "So. Fucking. Tight."

Various jars and bottles rattle from inside the fridge door as Christian thrusts into me, every slam is harsh and precise and I don't know how the fuck I am even still standing, my head flies back and I close my eyes as I surrender completely, giving my man exactly what he came out her for in the first place.

"Fuck, oh fuck." I bite my lip and tug at my own hair, struggling to stop myself from screaming out just in case Gail steps off of the elevator and hears us. Although even if she did I don't know what I would do about it, I'm too far gone to even give a shit if anyone hears us or not. All I can think about is this, right here and right now and nothing else. "I love you," I growl into his ear, needing to tell him all of a sudden.

"Say it again." His hand tightens around my knee, holding my leg up around his hip.

"I love you. Fuck, I love you." He groans louder than I think I've ever heard him and that's all it takes for him to unravel, he comes so violently I almost cry out from the sheer intensity of his climax alone. Pulling out of me, Christian drags me towards the counter in the centre of the kitchen and bends me over, popping a sharp slap on my ass before slamming back into me.

My fingers grip the edge and my knuckles turn white as I try to hold on the best I can, he's rough and relentless, not letting up for more than a second. "You need to come, Ana. There's no way in fucking hell I'm letting you go until you come, I want to feel you tremble."

Fuck. Me. Sideways.

I could come from his words alone. He leans forward, laces his fingers through mine and squeezes my hands as he doubles over me, his sweaty chest against my back. I can feel his cheek in my hair, his breath hitting my neck and his knees pressing into mine. We're as close as two people can possibly be and it's incredible, absolutely in-fucking-credible. "Are you close?" He spits.

"Y..yess. I'm there, so there." He reaches round and pinches my clit, blurring my vision as I fall apart, trapped between the solid wall that is my boyfriend and the counter. I quake and quiver as I moan Christian's name over and over again, his lips are on my neck and he's leaving hot, wet kisses in their wake - waiting for me to come back down again.

"Are you okay?" He breathes, pulling out of me and standing up. "Did I hurt you?"

"Hurt me?" I gasp, struggling to catch my breath after that…that…that! "How could you think that hurt me? That was fucking amazing." Christian grins and pushes his wet hair out of his face, his chest still heaving.

"I was rough with you baby," He reaches for my face and runs his knuckles up and down my cheek, leaving a soft kiss on my lips. "Are you sure I didn't hurt you?"

"I'm fine, Christian. You know I like it rough." At that, he flashes me his pearly whites and squares his shoulders like the proud, adorable fucker that he is.

He walks to the fridge, the fridge he just fucked me against, and pulls out a bottle of water, twisting the cap off and taking a long drink before passing me the bottle. It's early evening and we're standing stark naked in the middle of the most prestigious penthouse in Seattle, I've just been fucked within an inch of my life and what's more, I've been fucked by this beautiful, sex god of an Adonis. Since when did this become my life? I feel like doing a god damn back flip I'm that happy.

"What are you smiling at?" Christian breaks me from my reverie. He smirks and scratches his stomach, his satisfied and flaccid cock hanging limp and lifeless.

"Nothing." I shrug my shoulders, still smiling like a moron.

"Sure? You look pretty damn happy over there." Walking towards me like a predator stalking it's prey, he lifts my chin with his finger and brushes his nose against mine.

"That's because I have a lot to be happy about, Mr. Grey."

"Is that so?" I nod and wrap my arms around his neck, my nipples brushing against his chest sending an involuntary shiver down my spine. "Well, it just so happens that I have a lot to be happy about too. I've just had the most outstanding sex with the hottest fucking babe I've ever laid eyes on." He winks and licks my lower lip."

"Oh yeah? Just how hot is this chick exactly?" Bending forward, he kisses one shoulder than the other.

"So," kiss. "fucking," kiss. "hot." kiss. She's got this peachy as fuck ass," His hands grip my butt cheeks and he squeezes. "and these pert, ripe tits that make every man a walking fucking hard on."

"Wow." I mock gasp. "She really does sound like a babe. You should hold onto that one."

"Oh I intend to. Starting with right now." I squeal when he sweeps me up bridal style and clasps me underneath my knees, heading straight for the bedroom.

"Christian, we're naked! Put me down!" I kick my feet wildly, trying to buck free despite the fact that I'm laughing like a crazed hyena. "Gail might see us!"

"Gail isn't here, Anastasia and besides, that's why I'm taking you to bed."

"Bed!" I screech, like I've never tested the word out before. "Why are we going to bed?"

"Because," He pushes the bedroom door open and tosses me onto the bed, making me bounce. "I want to fuck you without any interruptions."

Christian's POV

Sunday flew by and before I knew it, Monday was here again. Meaning our weekend of fucking, eating, making love and fucking again had come to an end. By 8am I was practically dragging Ana out of bed, she cursed like a fucking sailor when the alarm went off at six, telling me that I need to stop setting it so damn early when she didn't need to be up for at least another ninety minutes. After her little grumble, she reached over me, naked as a jay bird and swatted at the clock until it shut off, flopping herself back over again and flinging the cover over her head looking as adorable as fuck. By the time I had worked out, showered and dressed she was still in bed clearly having she set the alarm to snooze.

"Anaaaaa," I sing in her ear, leaving soft butterfly kisses on her cheek, eyes, nose and shoulder. Her hand flies out to swat me away, mumbling something incoherent under her breath. "Baby, it's time to wake up. You'll be late."

"Fuck off." I laugh and nudge her cheek with my nose. "Seriously, Christian that's annoying."

"Get up then. Ana it's almost ten minutes after eight, you need to leave in twenty minutes." Her eyes sleepily blink open and her mouth stretches into an exhausted yawn. It's partly my fault she's so tired, if I hadn't fucked her until well into the early hours she wouldn't feel so shit. "Why are you still here?" Her voice is heavy, still thick with sleep.

"I'm leaving now." I kiss her lips and push her hair out of her face. "I'm just making sure you don't fall asleep again."

"I'm not five years old, Christian. Go to work." She pushes herself up and leans against the headboard, scrubbing her face with the back of her hand.

"Wow, you're crabby this morning, baby."

"I wonder whose fucking fault that is." Her beautiful blue eyes glare at me, narrowing into slits. I straighten the Windsor knot in my tie and puff my cheeks out.

"I take it your pissed at me for keeping you awake last night."

"Last night? Try last night and this morning. Next time go to the bathroom if you're horny." I try, I really try not to laugh but when your girlfriend scolds you for waking her up for a fuck, when she was clearly loving every fucking second of it. Well, it's just impossible. "Yeah you laugh, dickhead. It's not you who'll need to wear ten pounds of concealer to look even remotely awake." She throws the cover off of her and climbs out of bed with a dramatic huff, her peachy little ass carrying her to the bathroom.

"I'll remember that for next time." I call out after her, silently laughing under my breath when I hear her slamming the shower door. It's now fifteen after eight. Someone's going to be late this morning. Stuffing my phone, keys and wallet into my jacket pocket, I walk into the bathroom and open the shower door making Ana spin around and cover her tits with her hands. "Baby, I forgot to tell you. I've scheduled you an appointment with Caroline Acton tonight at six."

"What? Why?" Realising that I've seen her naked countless times, her hands release her breasts and she tips her head back into the steady stream of water. My dick hardens at the sight of her naked, wet and naked but I force myself to focus. If I wasn't already dressed I would be hopping into that shower and fucking her up the wall. But something tells me my advances would be less than welcome this morning.

"Because you need clothes for Paris and we don't have long left, you may even want a second appointment with her before we go."

"No I won't," Oh fuck, here comes the body wash. Look at those tits! She looks hotter than hell when she's all soaped up, suds run from her nipples all the way to her toes and her hair is stuck to her face. My dick is now harder than fucking granite. "One appointment is more than enough. I don't even know why I need that, Christian. I'm perfectly capable of choosing my own clothes." I roll my eyes.

"Stop being so fucking stubborn, woman. You've said it yourself she's amazing at what she does, I'm just trying to make this easier for you, baby." Turning around to glare at me, she cocks an eyebrow and clucks her tongue.

"Are you going to work or what?"

"You're god damn trying when you want to be do you know that?" At that she smirks and pouts her lips into a kiss. "Don't be late for her, Ana. You know I find tardiness fucking annoying."

"Yeah? Well I find showering with the door open annoying." I purse my lips and shake my head, but I'm grinning when I shut the glass door and leave the bathroom.


"Mr. Grey? Permission to grant Luke Sawyer leave for tonight?" Taylor adjusts his cufflinks and widens his stance, his hands clasping behind his back making him the epitome of professionalism. At thirty seven he's still a good looking fucker.

"Reason?" Taylor coughs almost uncomfortably and lowers his gaze to the floor.

"Personal reasons, Sir. I believe he has a date."

"A date?" I frown. "Who the fuck with? The last I heard he was checking out the chick Ana works with." He raises an eyebrow as his lips curl into a small smirk. Aahhhh. I see. "It's her isn't it. He's got a date with Fran?"

"I do believe that's her name, Sir." I chortle. Ana told me their last date didn't go all that accordingly. I can't say I would find a woman barfing over my shoes that much of a turn on either.

"Going in for another try is he?" I grin. "Brave fucker. She's a fiery piece that one, but Ana seems to love her so she must be a rare find. Permission granted. As long as he delivers Miss. Steele to her appointment on time first."

"Sir." He nods. "Shall I arrange for Evans to collect her once she's finished?" I wave my hand at him and shake my head.

"No need. We'll head straight for Neiman's after leaving here."

Spinning my chair around, I turn to face the window behind me with a exasperated huff. It's only three thirty and already I've had fucking enough. I don't know if it's because I'm stressing the fuck out over my birthday, or because I'm more than ready to get Ana to Paris for the week, but my mind is constantly elsewhere and it's driving me fucking crazy. It's funny really, while Ana and I were fighting last week, I managed to achieve more during those two days then I have over the past four months. It's like she's cast a spell over me, causing me to shut down and only think thoughts surrounding Ana. Not that it's a bad thing, she's managed to consume and control every aspect of my life since the moment I met her, everything I do is for her and her alone. Who would have even thought this would become my life? Having a girlfriend who I love more than life itself, a girlfriend who I would kill for with my own bare hands, a girlfriend who I fell for within a matter of weeks - days even.

All of the women before her were simply a means to an end. Someone to pass the time with, someone who made my life less mundane and robotic even if it was for just an hour. I've fucked countless women countless times. Women of various, shapes, ages and hair colour, women who would have made any normal man happy but they all melded into one, they all represent the time in my life that I wish I could change. Not because I regret it because I don't, I was a man in my twenties who could have had any woman that he wanted and I did. I regret it because I didn't have Ana. I didn't have the one woman who stood out from the crowd simply by shaking my hand, she captivated me from the moment I laid eyes on her and I knew, I knew right there and then that she meant trouble and I wasn't fucking wrong.

She. Turned. My. World. Around.

I need to get her to Paris. I need to have her all to myself before I lose my fucking mind, that's why I've arranged an appointment with Acton for her. I want her to get as excited about this as I am because right now, she feels more than distant about the entire trip. In between planning my birthday, work and our horrific fight about having a baby, she seems to have forgotten that I'm taking her back to the place where it all began for us, the place where we first said I love you, the place where I realised I couldn't live without her - the place that will pave the way for the rest of our lives.

She sent me a text at midday apologising for being such 'a moody bitch." and I couldn't help but grin like a fucker. Knowing my Ana, she would have forced Sawyer to stop at Starbucks before work, eaten a breakfast worthy for an athlete and drank her body weight in caffeine before feeling guilty over her stand offish behaviour this morning, not that I even fucking minded. I'd take all the mood swings and all the bitchiness in the world just so I could receive a text like that. Just so I could hear her say she loves me.

"Why the fuck is this oaf following me, Christian?" I pull the phone away from my ear and hold my breath, the sound of Mia's shrill, shrieking piercing through my ears like nails raking along a chalkboard. "I'm twenty one years old! I don't need a god damn babysitter, Christian!"

"First of all, watch your fucking language and secondly, I don't give a shit if you think you need it or not. Security is there for a reason, Mia so deal with it." She huffs heavily.

"But he's there all the time, Christian! It's getting weird!"

"Quit bitching. It's for your own safety and you know it, what are you doing that's so god damn important anyway? And if you say you're with Brad I'll seriously lose my fucking shit."

"You are so gross! I'm at the gym, which by the way is just as gross. He's looking at my ass!"

"Don't even start with that shit, Mia I'll make you regret it if you do. He's not even inside the gym with you he's waiting in the car. You're acting like a real brat."

"He still makes me feel uncomfortable! Why can't I have a woman?"

"Because I don't want one. Is there anything else you needed or have you phoned me purely to piss me off."

"You're a real jackass do you know that?"

"So you've told me before. Anything else?" I deadpan.

"Ana's too good for you."

"Yep."

"You're a dickhead and an overbearing, controlling ass!" I roll my neck and tap my fingers on the desk.

"Okay."

"I hate you."

"Good to know. I'm hanging up now."

"Fuck off."

"Good bye, Mia."

I'm smirking when I hang up the phone. My sister despises security, detests it in fact. So much so she calls me at least twice a week just to bitch at me about how I'm ruining her life and taking away her freedom. I still say she needs to get the fuck over it, while I remain this powerful, she'll agree to the fucking security and she won't argue about it either. I'm logging out of my sever before the clock even hits five thirty, fuck it, I'll just meet Ana at Neiman's. Not only am I already desperate to see her, I want to see what Caroline picks out for her. As much as I value that woman for what she does, I'm still fucking pissed at her for giving Ana that scrap of fabric she called a bikini, or whatever the fuck it was. It doesn't matter how hot it was, or how phenomenal Ana looked in it, no woman of mine wears anything like that out in public while their with me - or without me for that matter.

"Sir," Taylor bursts through my office door looking more than flustered, his tie is hanging loose and his shirt is half tucked into his pants. "We have a situation." I'm already on my feet, intensely staring him down.

"What is it? Is it Mia?" If she's evaded security again I'll wring her god damn fucking neck.

"No, Sir. Ethan Kavanagh has accosted Miss. Steele outside of SIP."

What. The. Ever. Loving. Fuck? My hands freeze on my hips and my eyes narrow into slits so small I can barely see Taylor standing in front of me. I thought I told this dickhead to stay the fuck away from my girlfriend?

"Has he touched her?"

"Sawyer intercepted before he was able to make contact."

"What the fuck does he want?" I'm desperately trying to remain calm, but just thinking about that fucking asshole within ten feet of my girlfriend makes my blood boil.

"To talk so he says. Miss. Steele was adamant that he leave but the kid refused, he's got bollocks I'll give him that."

"He's got a fucking screw loose that's what. Let's go." Even though I'm so proud of my girl for telling him to leave, there is no way in fucking hell he's getting out of this unscathed. I warned him, I fucking told him to keep his distance yet this is what he does? And what the fuck does he want to talk to her about? Something tells me he wasn't just 'passing through.' either. I just hope he realises what he's fucking let himself in for.


A/N - This chapter is slightly shorter, but I desperately wanted to get this out before next week. Christian's birthday is still to come, along with Bryce's book launch and PARIS! I love how excited you all are for that! And I love hearing what you think is going to happen for Ana and Christian during their trip.

So what do you think Ethan wants? And what will Christian do once he gets to Ana? I promise there won't be any real angst over this, I think I've provided our favourite couple with enough debates for a while! But I've said it once and I'll say it again - I do love me a slice of protective Christian Grey! ;)

You are all wonderful! Until next time x