A/N: Thank you again for the reviews. I appreciate each and every one.

I don't know how to categorize this chapter…Let's just say, it's for fun and many of us may relate to it by the time you reach the end. I've been getting a few requests for another Carrick story; I'll see what I can whip up.

A special thanks to Marpuri for sparking the idea for this chapter

I do not own the characters. They belong to E. . This is just for fun.


Sixty Ways of Shay


"Go get it Baxter" I throw a tennis ball across the Great Room. Baxter retrieves the ball and returns it to me, wagging his tail at his accomplishment.

"Good boy" I pat his head. He looks up at me with a vacant stare; I could swear he's smiling at me. Can dogs smile? I'm certain he is. I think my dog may just be a fucking genius.

"Don't tell the Mistress of the house that we're playing inside. This is between us men" I throw the ball again. Baxter dutifully retrieves the ball and drops it at my foot. It's full of dog slobber and slimy as shit, but he looks so fucking happy to chase the damn ball, I throw it once more.

Ana has been in California for the past two days at some publishing conference. Phoebe is at her friend Jennifer's house tonight, allegedly working on some school project. If she thinks they're sneaking out in the middle of the night to meet those boys they are seeing, she's got another thing coming. Taylor has a surveillance team assigned to Jennifer's house. If anyone walks in or out, I'll know about it.

Looks like its dinner for one tonight. I walk into the kitchen with my furry shadow under foot and find the container of macaroni and cheese Gail left for me in the refrigerator. I could never tire of mac and cheese. It's the perfect food.

After heating it up in the microwave, I walk to my study and dig in. Baxter is practically attached to my leg, no doubt waiting for me to sneak some dinner to him. Usually I have to do this under the table, but since there are no witnesses, I can do it freely.

I'm enjoying my meal, when I feel Baxter's nose, nudging at my knee.

"Christ, alright Baxter. Here." I put a spoonful of cooled mac and cheese on my hand and hold it out to him. He licks it off my hand.

I can't help but laugh at myself. In a million years, I never would have pictured myself sharing my dinner with a fucking dog.

"You like that boy?" Baxter looks back at me with his tongue hanging out; drool is dripping from the side of his mouth. It's disgusting, yet it doesn't stop me from giving him more. What has this dog done to me?

We finish our dinner and I get down to business, pulling out a Profit and Loss report I've acquired for a business I'm interested in purchasing. Suddenly, I feel sharp claws digging into my thigh. I look down and there's Baxter, sitting next to me, with his tongue hanging half out of his mouth and panting.

"Shoo Baxter. Daddy is working" What the fuck, did I just call myself 'Daddy' to a dog? I shake my head and refocus on the work in front of me.

Baxter starts moaning. He can be worse than a woman with all the whining he does when he doesn't get the attention he desires. He claws at my leg again, I look down at him. His ears are pinned back and he's giving me his sad look. I've become a sucker for that look.

"You are not going to give up, are you? Very well. I'll pet you for a few minutes, then off you go"

I push my papers aside and give Baxter some attention. I bet the little guy is missing Ana.

'What's wrong Baxter? Are you missing Ana? I know, I miss her too. Don't worry boy, she'll be home tomorrow night." I stop and look around the room, to make sure we're alone. What the fuck is wrong with me, of course, we're alone. Christ.

"This is man talk, Baxter. This doesn't go past us. Between you and me, I needed a break from the missus. I think she's trying to kill me. She has been all about sex for the past week. She won't give me a fucking break. Mind you, I like sex, I fucking love sex. .But she's become insatiable. I can't walk into the same room with her before she's on me. I don't know if it's her raging hormones, I read that a woman's sexuality may peak again in their forties, but I can't fuck six times a day, everyday. Well, I could…I have. Quite frankly, my dick needs a rest."

I think back to the past week. It all started last Monday morning and never stopped.


Monday Morning

As usual, I'm awake before Ana. She's definitely not a morning person and has always waited until the last possible minute before she gets out of bed to start her day. As I'm taking my shower, I feel a hand running down my back. I'm startled at first, and turn around to see Ana in the shower with me.

"I thought you might need some help" She murmurs.

Her wet naked body is a great way to start a work week. A sly smile curls up from my lips.

"Yes, I could use a little help. I can't seem to reach here" I take her hand and place it on my growing erection. "Can you help me out?"

God, I love shower sex with Ana. And the perk to being the CEO is no one is going to say a word to you when you show up late to work because you were busy fucking your wife when you should have been on the road.


Monday Afternoon

"Mr. Grey, Mrs. Grey is here to see you"

"Really? Ok. Send her in" Ana is here? We didn't schedule a lunch date. Maybe there's something wrong with Phoebe or Ted. No, she would have called.

Ana walks into my office and quietly closes the door behind her, locking it. I stand up from my chair, frozen in my spot.

"Hey baby. Is something wrong? I wasn't expecting to see you this afternoon."

"Everything is fine. I was just in the neighborhood and thought I'd drop by and say hello"

"Oh, good. You had me worried there"

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to. Can I help you erase some of that worry?"

She walks over to me as she slowly peels off her overcoat. She's only wearing high heels and thigh high stockings. Sweet Jesus.

"Ana…"

"Hush Mr. Grey" she says, placing her finger over my lips. "Sit down" She pushes my shoulder down until I'm back sitting on my chair "I want to wrap my mouth around you and fuck you"

She falls down on her knees and unzips my pants.


Monday Night

I'm lying in bed, ready to turn in for the night. I'm beat. Ana has been rather bold this morning and this afternoon. What a lucky bastard I am.

The door to the ensuite opens and Ana steps out in a light pink front lace corset with a g-string, garters and fuck me heels. Her breasts are spilling over the top. My cock twitches immediately. She looks fucking hot.

She's twirling something around her index finger as she slowly approaches me.

"I want to put this blindfold on you, but I am not going to restrain you in any way. You can take the blindfold off if you ever feel uncomfortable. Do you want to play this game?" She murmurs.

A blindfold I can handle. I nod, never taking my eyes off her cleavage. How the fuck can you say no to a woman dressed up like this?

She smiles and walks over to my side of the bed. I inhale her scent. Intoxicating, as always. Christ, my cock is rock hard already.

"After I put the blindfold on, you are not to touch me unless I tell you to. Got it?"

I nod, licking my lips. My naughty Anastasia, cock teaser. God, I love this woman.

She places the blindfold over my head, making sure my eyes are covered.

She leans into me and whispers softly in my ear "I'm going to give you three safe words. Your safe words are 'Fuck Me Now. What are your safe words, Christian?"

"Fuck me now" I whisper.

"Very good. When you say it, you better mean it" she purrs.


Tuesday Morning

I'm standing in front of the bathroom mirror about to brush my teeth after my shower.

Ana walks in totally naked and sits on the edge of the sink facing me.

"Good Morning "

"Good Morning to you, Mrs. Grey. Nice outfit"

"I'm glad you like it." She slowly bites her lip.

She grabs the towel from around my waist and pulls it off, throwing it down on the bathroom floor, seems that the delectable Mrs. Grey isn't wasting any time.

She pulls me against her, her hand trailing down my back until she squeezes my ass.

"Do you want to know the difference between a good day and a great day?" she whispers in my ear.

"Yes." I grin.

"Morning sex. I don't know about you, but I'd really like to have a great day"

We ended up fucking right there.


Tuesday Afternoon

I'm sitting at my desk at GEH, having a great day, thanks to the morning sex. My blackberry buzzes. Ana is calling. I guess there's no surprise visit today. Too bad.

"Hey baby. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Oh, I was just thinking of you. And our morning."

"Funny, so was I"

"Were you? Are you alone right now?" Her voice softens to a sultry purr.

"I am"

"Did you like that pink corset I wore last night, Christian?" she breathes.

"What little I got to see it before you blindfolded me, yes."

"Did you like the way my breasts looked in the corset?"

I think back to her tits spilling over, her cleavage looked amazing. I wanted to nuzzle my face there and lose myself.

"I fucking loved the way your breasts looked in that corset"

"I'm touching my breasts now. Do you like to touch me, Christian?"

"Yes" I feel my breathing quicken. I shift in my chair, as my cock takes charge.

"My nipples are so hard now. Mmmm…they feel good. Do you like when I rub them on you?" She groans.

"Yes" I whisper. I can barely get a word out, imagining her tits rubbing all over me.

"Mmmmm… I'm sliding off my panties now. Ohhh, I'm dripping wet. Would you like to taste me Christian?"

"Baby, I want to run my tongue all over you and lick you" I groan.

"Unzip your pants Mr. Grey. It's time to have a little fun"


Tuesday Night

"Christian, I think there's something wrong with my car. Can you come to the garage and take a look?"

"If there's something wrong with your car, have Sawyer take it in for repair."

"I'm not sure there's something wrong. I said I think there might be. Can you come take a look?"

"Christ, Ana. I'm not a mechanic." Why is she bothering me with this? I pay people to take care of this kind of shit.

"I'm asking for a few minutes of your precious time Christian. Jeez."

"Fine." I roll my eyes, this woman is exasperating.

We walk into the garage, where three of our cars are parked.

"Ok Ana. What is the problem?" I ask.

She walks around and sits on the hood.

"Fuck me here"

"What?" I shake my head. Did I hear what I think I just heard?

"I want you to fuck me on the hood of my car. You once threatened to do it, here's your chance."

"There are cameras in the garage"

"Not tonight. I shut them off. " she grins.

"What about Phoebe? She's home"

"She just went in the shower. We're good for at least a half hour"

"What the fuck has gotten into you? You're insatiable."

"Complaining?" she lifts her brow and smirks.

"No" I smirk back.

"Then stop talking and start fucking"


"Baxter, it was like that all week. She did a strip tease one night. Well, that was pretty hot.

Another night she shows up in my study with a ruler in her hand had me put my reading glasses, refer to her as Ms. Steele while I spanked her with the ruler.

I'd wake up in the morning, with her hand cupping my balls for Christ sake. I know you don't have balls, Baxter, but trust me on this, when your balls are in the hands of a beautiful female, you can't help but respond to it.

She called me into the dressing room at Neiman Marcus to give my opinion on a gown she was trying on for a charity event next week. We fucked in the dressing room.

I don't know what's in the water she's drinking to get her so turned on all the fucking time, and I love it, but …" I shake my head.

Women, always a mystery.

It's late and time to turn in. Ana and I only had time for a quick chat before she had some dinner she had to attend. No phone sex tonight.

I'm just getting comfortable in bed, when Baxter shows up with the tennis ball in his mouth.

"Baxter, it's late. Go to your bed"

He whines.

"Shoo, go"

He drops the ball and whines more. Damn it, the ball rolls under our bed. He's going to whine outside my door all night if don't get that stupid ball for him.

I get out of bed and try to retrieve it, but it rolled clear across to Ana's side. I walk over to Ana's side of the bed and reach my arm under the bed, looking for the ball.

My hand hits into something. What the hell is it? Feels like a pile of books. Why would Ana hide books under the bed? That makes no sense.

I pull out the mysterious find and there they are…three books.

Sixty Ways of Shay

Sixty Ways of Shay - Deeper

Sixty Ways of Shay - Rebirth

What the fuck is this. A trilogy?

I flip the books over and read the summary.

"Recent college grad, Francesca White is strong and independent looking forward to starting her life in the marketing field. What will she do when she meets her match in a powerful mysterious millionaire, Julian Shay? Will she succumb to his erotic dark side and lose herself or save him from himself."

What the fuck is this crap? I turn on Ana's night light and thumb through the pages of this literary garbage. It's all about sex, sex on a car hood, sex in a department store dressing room, there's even a striptease chapter. She has certain pages earmarked, folded down on the top corner. She must go back and read those over and over.

Then the penny drops.

These books are making her horny. She's obviously embarrassed that she's reading this, or she wouldn't hide them.

I delve a little deeper into the books. The stories look like nonsense but there's actually some pretty decent shit here as far as the sex goes, things I wouldn't mind her doing to me.

A devious smile plays on my lips, as I skim through the chapters, earmarking the chapters where the sex is worth recreating. Then I slide the books back under the bed in their original spot.

I can't help but chuckle to myself. She's either going to think she earmarked them, or know I did it and not say anything, because it would mean she'd have to admit she owns this trash.

Either way, I win.


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