Whenever we touch down in Seattle, Taylor is there waiting for us with his usual stoic expression. "Welcome back, Mrs. Grey."
"Thank you, Taylor." He nods and helps me in. Gibson gets into the passenger seat. "How does he seem, Taylor?" I ask so I can prepare myself.
"He's not in a very good mood, Mrs. Grey." Fuck. I wonder what he heard while he was somehow on my phone. He probably thinks I cheated on him. Fuck, I did cheat on him. I kissed the mother fucker back this time. My defenses were weakened by his sad story. He told me that on purpose. He knew exactly what he was doing.
Whenever we arrive at home, Gibson lets me out and I go straight into the house. I have to prepare myself for the fallout of my careless behavior. I take a deep breath before going into the wine cellar and grabbing some wine. I have a feeling that I'm going to need it. I check his office first, but he isn't in there. He must be in the bedroom. Of course he is. It's soundproof so he can yell at me. I deserve it so I'm going to suck it up and go face the music.
Whenever I'm outside our bedroom door, I take a deep breath before opening the door and walking in. He is sitting at the foot of the bed holding a blindfold in his hands with a smile on his face. "Mrs. Grey."
I smile back at him. "Mr. Grey."
"Get the door." He tells me. I close and lock it and turn back around. He is standing right in front of me and his lips crash into mine and he kisses he feverishly. I still feel the tension in the room, but I happily give in to it and eagerly reciprocate. He pulls back and pulls my dress off over my head and throws it on the floor. "Turn around, Mrs. Grey." I nod and turn around. We're going to play! Maybe he is happy to see me and I'm imagining the tension and earlier anger. "We're going to play, Mrs. Grey." He whispers in my ear. My hormones are on high alert.
"Yes, sir." He grabs my hand and takes me into his closet and puts in the code to the playroom. Once the doors are open, he guides me in. His lips crash into mine again and he slowly walks me backwards until I back into something. It feels like the Saint Andrew's cross. He lifts one of my arms and puts a leather cuff around my wrist and fastens it. He does the same with the other. He bends over and secures my ankles to the cross as well.
He stands up and kisses me again, passionately. His hands roam my body and he teases me mercilessly. He suddenly pulls away and I hear him walk away. I hear drawers and as he nears me again, I hear the buzz of either a regular vibrator or the magic wand. He touches my shoulder with it and trails it over my nipples and down my stomach. He slides it down over my panties and as it touches my mound, he slowly lowers it and an orgasm is quickly peaking.
As soon as my body tenses, he pulls it away. His lips crash back into mine and then he takes my breasts out of my bra before putting the vibrator over my clit again and he continues to tease my breasts with his mouth. As soon as my body tenses again, he stops what he's doing again. "Christian, please don't stop!" I beg.
"This is how you make me feel, Ana." He starts to tease me again. "You say that you feel nothing towards Gideon Cross and then he has you in the bathroom making you pant." What the fuck?
"Christian, it's not what it sounded like." I say and his mouth is back on mine. He doesn't stop bringing me to the brink of orgasm and then denying me.
I'm crying and it's beginning to physically hurt at this point. He doesn't stop what he's doing no matter what I say. "RED! RED!" and he pulls completely away from me and turns off the vibrator and drops it. He quickly releases me from the restraints and I rip the blindfold from my eyes and I march back into the bedroom, now angry myself. I pull the duvet off of the bed and wrap it around myself before sitting down on the bed with my face in my hands. It takes a few minutes before I hear the playroom door close. I hear his footsteps as he approaches me. I look up at him.
"That wasn't love, Christian. That was revenge. That was absolutely unnecessary. I was already going to tell you everything. You could've screamed and yelled at me and called me names and I might've gotten my feelings hurt, but it still would've been better than what you did in there."
He has a pained expression on his face as he looks at me. "I need to know what the fuck happened, Ana?"
I sigh and shake my head. "He told me the day I met him that I'd have to agree to dinner for him to tell me about himself. He decided that since I finally agreed to tell me a terrible story about how he was abused by his therapist while he was young and how it's tortured him since. My heart hurt for him. He lowered my defenses and I was feeling sorry for him. I started crying. I excused myself to go to the ladies' room. After I was in there for a little bit, he came in and locked the door behind him.
After asking him why he was in there, he said he wanted to know if I was okay. I told him that I was fine and that I just thought it was horrible that someone you should be able to trust would do that to a child. Because he said that his mother didn't believe him and made him keep seeing the therapist until the therapist ended up dying of a heart attack. I told him that I would never doubt my children if they came to me with something like that. He said that it's in the past and I hugged him because I wanted him to feel better.
He surprised me by kissing me. I just wanted to make him feel even a little better, so I kissed him back for a little bit. I still didn't feel anything. I pulled back and told him that I had to finish freshening up and went to do so at the sinks again. While I was doing so, he came up behind me and he wrapped his arms around my waist. When he kissed my neck, I lost my reasoning. His hands roamed down to my thighs and then whenever they started to move up my skirt, I snapped out of it and stopped him. I told him that he promised to behave, but that he wasn't. He had expressed earlier how he always keeps his promises and that he needed to do as he promised and behave. I told him that he should leave the bathroom and I went back to freshening up. He left the bathroom as I told him and then whenever I was done, I decided to go back to the table. I sat back down at the table and he, yet again, apologized. I drank another glass with him.
I told him that it was only fair that since he told me about his abuse that I tell him just a little more about me. I told him about husband number 3's abuse and he touched my hand again and I instantly knew that I needed to leave, so I did and Taylor took me straight home."
I finally make eye contact with him again and he looks as if he's trying to process the information that I've just given him. He sits down beside me. I put a hand on his thigh. "I'm so sorry, Christian. I will never be alone with him again. I thought I could trust him, but I no longer feel that I can."
He wipes his hand over his face and then places his hand on top of mine and he looks at me. "I believe you, Ana. Thank you for telling me. I'm sorry about what happened in the playroom. I was just upset and it kind of got out of control."
I nod. "I will be fine. Let's just talk things through from now on. We should never use the playroom to get back at one another. It's just too dangerous."
"I agree." He turns his body towards him and he places his hands on both sides of my face and he kisses me sweetly. "Can I make it up to you now?" I smile.
"Mm, Mrs. Grey very much likes that idea." He kisses me sensually and he lays me back on the bed and he strips off my bra and panties and his pants and he truly worships my body, giving me multiple orgasms. It was phenomenal and just what I needed.
Afterwards, we both fall asleep, safe and sated, in one another's arms.
It's been 3 months since our falling out over Gideon Cross. We've gotten ourselves back on track and the last 3 months have been blissfully uneventful.
Teddy is a year old. He is growing and learning right on track. He's such a smart baby, as is the other 2 children. His first birthday was this last weekend, so the Greys, as usual, threw a marvelous party for him and he, as well as the other kids, had a blast. He loved all of his presents but he was mostly enthralled by the bows. It was entertaining.
It's hard to believe that in just 6 months, Phoebe will be 4 and Liam will be 9. They are growing up way too fast. They all are all 3 pretty amazing children. Aside from the occasional fight or temper tantrum, they are such well-behaved children. I couldn't be prouder of them all.
It's Thursday and my husband has to go to New York on business until Tuesday. I'm going to miss him. I hate when he has to leave, but it's always so worth it whenever he comes home. We will be talking every day and are scheduled for skype sex every night. It will be the highlight of my nights. During the day, the kids are always the highlights of my life.
I'm currently seeing him off at the door. "Make sure to call when you land and I want to talk to you as often as possible, okay?"
"Of course, baby. You will hear from me often. If I don't call, you can call me. I will miss you and the kids and I cannot wait to get home to my family."
"I can't wait either." I stand on my tip toes and kiss him sweetly. "Fly safe, Mr. Grey."
"Always, Mrs. Grey."
He gives me one more passionate kiss before walking out of the door. I leave the kids with the nanny as soon as he leaves and excuse myself to go to my bedroom so I can cry about it for a bit.
Over the course of yesterday and today, I have spent as much time as possible with the kids, but I also worked on a couple of manuscripts. Christian and I talked 2 times yesterday. The second time was our naughty skype sex session.
Today, I attempted to call him but he didn't answer. I decided that he's probably busy and decided to wait until time for our skype call. Whenever it's time for our skype, he doesn't call so I try to call him.
He doesn't answer, so I get on the phone and call him and it goes straight to voicemail. This concerns me so I try to call Taylor and his phone rings, but he doesn't answer. I'm really worried now. I think I'm going to go see him to make sure that he's okay. I pack up a change of clothes and a sexy nightie and go down to talk to Gibson.
"Gibson, have you heard from my husband or Taylor this evening?"
"No, I haven't. Taylor called this morning to check on you and that's the last I heard." I nod.
"Well, I want to take the extra jet and fly out immediately. I haven't heard from Christian all day and I'm worried. Can you make that happen?"
"Yes, Mrs. Grey. I will get right on that."
"Thank you, Gibson." He nods and I go to tell the nanny that I'm going out of town and to please keep the kids while I'm gone. She agrees. I decide to call in reinforcements. I call my dad to come help out because I'm not sure how long I will be gone. He agrees and says that he will head to our house now.
It's 5 am whenever we arrive in New York. Gibson takes me straight to Cross Towers. Surely, he will be in either my apartment or his apartment here. I get on the elevator and check my apartment and he's not there so I grab the extra key to Christian's apartment and I take the elevator up to his floor.
I go down the hall and whenever I get to his door, I open the door and walk in quietly. I don't want to wake him if he's asleep. I put my bag down by the door. I take off my clothes on the way to the bedroom, excited to climb into bed with my husband. Well, I hope he's there anyways.
I am in nothing but my bra and panties whenever I get to the bedroom door. I open it and I walk across the room to the bed and find that he's there. It's not easy to see him because his bedroom is pretty dark. I take off my panties and straddle his body. I slide his boxers down just enough to free his erection. I crawl down his body and take it into my mouth. I lick around the head first and then all of the sudden, I hear him wake up and say, "What the fuck?!" And he literally throws me off of the bed.
"Why the fuck did you throw me off of the bed, Christian?" I say as I get up. I turn the lamp on the nightstand on. I'm shocked by what I find. Christian has his boxers pulled back up already. There's a woman with hair like mine across the bed in just her bra and panties. He must notice what I see and he pushes the woman by the shoulder.
"Get the fuck out of my bed!" He tells her. She scrambles out of bed and I walk around the bed and stop her from leaving the room.
"What the fuck are you doing in bed with my husband?" I ask her.
"Husband?" What the fuck? I look over and find my husband sliding his wedding band back on.
"Did you fuck him?" I ask.
She shakes out of my grasp and runs out of the room. I slam the door shut behind her and lock the door. Me and my husband are about to have it out.
"Time to talk, Grey."
He sits up on the edge of the bed and rubs his eyes. "It's not what it looks like, Ana." He says.
I roll my eyes. "So, what the fuck is it?" I have to hear him out since he heard me out about kissing Gideon.
"I considered taking on a sub. I went to the local BDSM club, wearing a disguise so that I wouldn't be recognized. I found my former submissive there. That was Susannah. I brought her back here because I didn't want to get caught engaging in a scene at the club with anyone." My stomach feels like it's about to fall out of my butt and it feels like my heart is in my throat.
"And then?" I ask, encouraging him to continue.
"Once we got here, I told her to assume the position. I put on my jeans and came back out here. I had her stand and whenever I looked at her nearly naked body, I wasn't aroused. I figured out that it was because she wasn't you. I told her to put her clothes back on and that she could stay in the guest room. I just took off the pants and put on boxers and went to bed, dreaming of you. It was like 2 in the morning. That's the only reason that I let her stay."
"Why did you take off your wedding band and why was she in bed with you? Also, why didn't you answer your phone for me?"
"I turned my phone off and left it here. I took off my wedding band because I didn't want anyone to see it. It was a bad part of town. I don't even know why she was in bed with me. I even locked the door whenever I came to bed so I have no clue as to how she got in here."
I've got tears running down my cheeks at this point. I don't know if I should believe him. The reason for taking off his wedding band doesn't seem valid, but the rest sounds believable. "Why were you considering taking on another submissive, Christian? I'm your submissive." He isn't even able to look at me. "Look at me!"
He looks up at me with a pained expression. "I'm sorry, Ana. I couldn't get past the whole situation with you and Gideon in the bathroom situation and thought that meant that, at the very least, I could take on a submissive to punish for YOUR transgressions since we agreed not to take out our 'revenge' in the playroom." I shake my head and walk away.
The tears start to fall again. "What else happened with her Christian? Before you got her here. Did you kiss her?" I turn back around to look at him and he's got tears in his eyes.
"Just once."
I sigh in frustration. "So, I'm guessing Taylor knew about all of this?"
"Yes."
"That explains why he wouldn't answer the phone for me."
"I'm sorry, Ana. Like you said about Gideon, I felt nothing with her."
I sigh. "Give me a minute." I say. I haven't heard the front door yet, so I'm willing to bet that she's still here. I walk out of the bedroom and head to the guest room. The door is open and she's inside crying on the bed. I walk in and close and lock the door behind me. I sit down beside her. "Why are you crying?"
"I didn't know he was married." She says without looking up.
"Did anything other than a kiss happen between the 2 of you?"
She looks up at me with tears running down her cheeks. "I don't think I should answer that."
I furrow my brow. "You NEED to answer that. I NEED to know."
She looks down and she contemplates this for a moment. "He spanked me. He said he was going to fuck me for his pleasure and not mine and then he told me to come in here and either sleep here or go home and he disappeared into his room and closed and locked the door."
"So how did you end up in his bed?"
She sighs and looks down again. "I couldn't sleep. I was hoping that if he woke up to me in bed with him that he would fuck me."
I sigh in frustration. "So, you picked the lock to the door?"
"Yes."
"Did anything happen whenever you were in the bed?"
"I wrapped my arm around him and he rolled away from me so I turned around and just went to sleep."
"Was he asleep whenever you went in there or was he aware that you climbed into bed with him?"
"He was asleep. He didn't know that I was in the bed unless he woke up between then and whenever you got in there."
I let out a breath that I didn't realize I was holding. "Well, since you're dressed now, it would be best if you left and NEVER come back and stay the fuck away from my husband and my family."
She nods. "I'm sorry."
"Just go." She gets up off of the bed and I follow her out of the room to make sure that she left. Once she is out of the door, I lock it and go to the kitchen to get some wine. I grab the wine bottle and 2 glasses. I pour us both a glass and carry them and the wine bottle and I walk back into the bedroom where Christian is still sitting on the edge of the bed. I sit down on the same side of the bed, but not close. I hand him his glass and then the wine bottle. He sets the wine bottle on the nightstand. I take a drink of my wine. "You spanked her?" I look at him and he suddenly puts his head down farther.
"I'm sorry. I did."
"You intended to fuck her?"
He nods. "I did. I changed my mind when I looked at her ass and didn't see your tattoo."
I start to cry again and drink more of my wine.
"Ana, are you going to leave me?" he says with a broken voice. I know he's crying now. I hand him my glass to refill without looking at him. He hands it back full. I take a big drink.
"No. I won't leave you. I'm extremely angry with you, but I'm not leaving you. You listened to me and understood me whenever I explained the situation with Gideon. I owed you that. You weren't honest at first about nothing other than her kneeling for you happening. I'm angry about the fact that you spanked her and even more angry that you considered fucking her. It shouldn't have taken the lack of an ass tattoo to stop you. It never should've happened at all. You shouldn't have wanted to spank or fuck her because you are married. The kiss I can easily forgive because of my kiss with Gideon. The rest of it is fucking bullshit, though."
I look over at him whenever I hear a sob escape him. He has his hands on his face again. "I'm so sorry. I don't deserve you."
I shake my head. "Stop it. It's me that doesn't deserve you. What you did was very wrong though and I need you to see that."
He looks up at me and I see the tears streaming down his cheeks. I put my wine glass on the nightstand and I put my hands gently on both sides of his face and I wipe away his tears and kiss him softly. "I'm so sorry, Ana, for all of it. It was a very stupid mistake on my part and I swear to you that it will NEVER happen again."
I can tell that he's being honest. "I believe you."
"Can you let me show you how sorry I am?"
I think about this for only a moment. I miss this man. I'm still angry with him, but I need him. I nod. "Okay." His lips crash back into mine and he pulls me closer. He stands and picks me up and lays me in the center of the bed and he towers over me. His lips crash back into mine and he kisses me sensually and he worships my entire body slowly. It's magnificent, but I find myself crying most of the time. He brings me to several orgasms before we climax simultaneously. I look over at the clock and see that it had been 3 hours. I look back at him and he's staring into my eyes. I smile at him through my tears. He puts his hands on the sides of my face and wipes away my tears.
"I love you, Ana. I love you so fucking much. I will do absolutely anything in the world to make this up to you."
"I love you, too, Christian." He kisses me sweetly as he pulls out. He lays down beside me and pulls me up against his chest and I lay my head on it and tears start to fall.
"We will be okay, Ana." He says and I just cry more. I'm not sure we will.
"I hope you're right, Christian. I really do." I turn my head up towards him. "I hope you don't think that this magically fixed everything. We are broken. Apparently, worse than I thought. I love you and I will do anything for you. I won't run away this time and I won't give up, but you've got a lot of work to do to prove yourself to me. You've got to prove that you're not going to be out attempting to contract a new sub every time you walk out of the door. I can't believe the thought even crossed your mind. It boggles me." I shake my head. "We need to sleep."
"Okay. I love you, Ana."
"I love you, too, Christian." I lean up and kiss him sweetly and lay my head back on his chest and he rubs my back as I drift off to sleep. I couldn't sleep on the jet because I was too worried that something was wrong with my husband. Turns out, he was just trying to cheat on me. I can't believe this.
Whenever I wake up, it's dark. I smell burnt food and Christian isn't in bed anymore. What the fuck? I get up and put my panties and bra back on and leave the room to find my husband attempting to cook. I rush to the kitchen to stop him from burning the whole building down. "Go sit down. Let me cook something myself."
"I just wanted to surprise you by cooking you something." He says. I start laughing.
"Sorry, Mr. Grey, but you obviously can't cook so give me a kiss and go have a seat."
He kisses me sweetly. "As you wish, Mrs. Grey." I smile and nod. The mishaps of the night before come back to mind and I attempt to keep myself calm. I clean up the mess he made and cook us up some macaroni and cheese and a steak. Once it's done, I make us both a plate and bring them to the table.
"Come eat." I tell him. He looks at me from the couch and smiles before getting up and approaching me. He gives me a sweet kiss. "It smells and looks delicious, Mrs. Grey."
"Thank you. Now sit down and let's eat." We sit and eat, sharing casual conversation. He tells me about the business that he's done since he's been here and most of it goes over my head. He is a smart man, that's for sure. I tell him about what all the kids and I have been doing since he left and about a new manuscript I just started editing.
After we're done eating, I go to pick up the plates but he stops me. "I know how to clean up at least, so please let me. You go get some wine and have a seat." I smile. Well, I know that he knows how to clean up because he's helped me several times in the past.
"Okay." I kiss him sweetly and go grab a new bottle of wine and 2 more wine glasses and go have a seat on the couch.
Her words keep swirling in my head as I wait for him to finish. 'He spanked me and he was going to fuck me.' UGH! It's infuriating. I don't know what's going to happen with us, but it's going to take a lot of work to completely fix our relationship, or at least almost completely. I'm not sure that we'll ever be completely fixed. He's proven that he desires more than what I give him and that concerns me. I drink 3 glasses of wine before he comes back to me.
Visions of all the shit that Sasha pulled on him come to mind. I wonder if she tried the same thing while he was a sleep. I wonder if she succeeded. I hate that all of these thoughts won't leave me alone. "What are you thinking about, baby?" he asks me.
I shake my head. "Nothing that you don't already know." He sighs. I glance over at him and he's staring at me as he finishes pouring his own glass of wine.
"How can I prove myself to you, Ana?" I shake my head.
"I don't know. I hope you figure something out soon, though. I don't want this to end up tearing us apart."
He scoots closer and wraps an arm around me. I look back up at him. "I will prove it to you. I will figure it out, I promise." I nod and kiss him sweetly again.
"See that you do, Mr. Grey." He smiles at me and I drink more of my wine before laying my head on his shoulder. "Are you done with your work here or do you need to stay until Tuesday yet?"
"I wanted to finish up Monday. Do you want to stay here until I'm done? You can come to the office with me and whenever I'm done, we can head back to Seattle."
I sigh. "I'd rather get back to Seattle tomorrow. Are you sure that you can't come back with me?"
He seems to contemplate this for a little bit. "I can do that. Come into the office with me tomorrow and I will finish up. There's not much to do. Does that work?"
I nod. "Yes. Thank you."
"Anything for my spectacular wife." I smile. He's trying.
We drink wine and talk a little until the bottle is empty. "I'm going to go take a bath and then go back to bed." I say as I sit up and set my glass back on the table. "Care to join me?"
I look at him and he smiles. "I would absolutely love to." He gets up and helps me up and walks me back to our room and he closes and locks the door and he walks me into the bathroom. He picks me up and sets me on the counter. "I'll run the bath. Stay right here." I giggle.
"I'm not going anywhere, Mr. Grey." He kisses me sweetly and winks at me before turning away and he starts the bath. He comes back to me and stands between my legs as the bath tub is filling. He kisses me sensually as he reaches behind me and unhooks my bra. He pulls back from the kiss and slides the bra off of my arms and he throws it to the side. His lips crash back into mine and he picks me up and sets me down on the floor and he kisses his way down my body and he bites my panties and peels them down my legs. That's so hot.
He licks my core and kisses my clit on the way back up. He stands back up and looks back at the tub. "It's ready. Let me turn the water off really quick. Don't move." I nod and he goes and shuts the water off and he comes back to me, stripping his boxers off on the way. He crashes his lips back into mine and he lifts me by my ass and I instinctively wrap my arms around his neck and my thighs around his waist. He turns towards the shower and he backs me up against a wall. "Let my love you really quick before the bath."
I giggle. "I'd love that, but make it quick or our water will get cold." He chuckles and his lips crash back into mine. I feel his erection at my opening. He kisses me sensually as he slides into my core. I feel an orgasm quickly approaching.
"Let it go, baby. You deserve it." He begins to thrust slowly and it only takes a moment before an orgasm washes over me. "Good girl." I smile and he slowly speeds up his thrusts.
"Fuck me, Christian. Please, fuck me!" I cry out.
"As you wish." He starts to really ramp up his thrusts and it feels spectacular. After a couple of minutes, he says, "Come with me, baby."
My body instantly responds to his command and my body starts to tremble and as soon as I feel the first pulsations of his orgasm, mine hits me hard and I come hard around him as he empties himself inside me. It's phenomenal. Once our orgasms are over, He pulls out and carries me over to the tubs and lets me down inside. He climbs in behind me and I lay my head back against his firm chest as he wraps his arms around me. "I love you, Ana." He whispers in my ear.
"I love you, too, Christian." We just lay there like this for a little while and then he washes my hair and body sensually, arousing me all over again. Once I'm clean, I turn around and wash him like he washed me and his erection is now prominent. I crawl over to him once he's cleaned and I sit astride him. He wraps his arms around me and I crash my lips into mine and kiss him sensually again.
I lift up slightly and slide down onto his awaiting erection. We have a slow, erotic sexual experience that feels like it goes on forever before we finally climax together. I lay my head on his shoulder and he pulls me tightly up against his body.
"The water's getting cold, Christian. We should probably get out." I lift my head up and look back into his eyes.
"You're right." He helps me up and sets me back in the water. He gets out first and wraps a small towel around his waist and then he helps me out and wraps a warm fuzzy towel around me. He picks me up and carries me to the bedroom and lays me in the center of the bed and towers over me. He worships my body again. He's really trying and he keeps winning me over with his sexual wiles. His talents never cease to amaze me.
When I wake up in the morning, he has his face buried between my legs. He worships my body again and then we shower together really quick before we get dressed and head out to his New York office.
Whenever we get to the SUV, Taylor is holding the door. Gibson is standing on the other side. I give Taylor a dirty look as Christian helps me into the back. Christian climbs in behind me. He buckles me in and then himself. He's dressed in a crisp grey business suit and looking just as handsome as ever. He leans over and gives me a sweet kiss. I smile and he sits back and I'm sitting in the middle next to him so I lay my head against his shoulder and he wraps his arm around me and holds me.
Once we arrive, he gets out and helps me out and walks me into the tall building. He takes me straight up to the 25th floor. Whenever we arrive on the floor, he takes me straight into the office. It doesn't look like anyone's here today.
Once we're safely inside the door, he locks it and gives me a devilish grin. He wraps his arms around me and kisses me passionately. "May I break in my desk with my unbelievably hot wife?"
I smile. "You may."
He carries me to the desk and asks if I'd like to be set up on the desk or bent over it. I turn around and bend over the desk. He approaches me from behind and lifts my skirt over my ass and he slides my panties down my legs and they pool at my feet. I kick them to the side and I hear his belt. "Hold onto the desk, baby."
"Yes, sir." He swiftly penetrates me and fucks me hard. After my third orgasm, he asks me to come with him and I do so, gloriously. After we're situated again, he puts my panties into his pocket for now and smirks at me. He gives me one last kiss before he tells me to go lay on the couch and relax while I wait for him.
I must've fallen asleep because I wake up, again, with his face buried between my legs. He makes love to me again and then we get dressed and he finally gives me my panties back. "So, you're done?"
"I am. Let's go home, baby." I nod and smile. We leave his office building and Taylor and Gibson take us straight to the jet.
On the flight home, he loves me more. He's really trying to either prove himself to me or keep me distracted from what's occurred in the last 48 hours.
The kids are asleep whenever we get home so we go straight to bed for more loving before falling asleep in one another's arms.