AN: Thank you to all of you who have left reviews and feedback. I cannot tell you enough how much your kindness is the fuel for this story. I am humbled and so grateful.

This chapter has taken me longer to write than I expected. I have a clear vision for where I want this story to go, but I struggled with staying true to my plans as I wrote this chapter. Finally, I had to skip ahead and write the first draft of a future chapter and then I was able to come back and finish this one. Moving ahead to future chapters, the story will begin to move a bit faster now that the ground work is laid.

Now that the chapters are a bit longer, I am shooting to publish one every other week. I would like to post more often, but I am learning that this takes time to shape into the story that I am attempting to tell.

Keep up all of the feedback and reviews! I can't wait to hear what you think about this chapter.

CathyD52: Thanks for thinking chapter 5 was funny. It was fun to write!

Carol222: I always enjoy your reviews. I'm glad you liked the dialogue. I am learning as I go on this one.

Fanfictionlover77, Gowildcats, Daytonalay, and Vamomoftwins: Y'all are such great encouragers on this writing journey. You keep me going when I hit a hurdle. Thank you!

Nedbella: Thanks for catching the shout out to my southern roots "Well, cutch my pearls!" I'll have to find a spot to throw in a "Bless your heart" before I am done telling this story.

Monica Acevedo: Chapter 6 brings a different side of Christian's personality. Ana gets to see his persuasive attempts at seduction.

PKS9704: I tried to infuse a little bit of Ana's inner wit in this chapter's lead-up to lemony goodness. Hopefully it is still funny even though it is meant to be sexy-time.

Chapter 6

The Rainy Afternoon

Not wanting to find out the punishment for trespassing, our band of merrymakers are out of Christian's apartment in under fifteen minutes. Christian climbs off of the bed long enough to plug pick a playlist on his phone. With a couple of finger strokes, Pearl Jam floats through his bedroom's surround sound. Is it weird that I like hearing the audience on this live set? Surely, they are clapping for this god of a man.

I cannot stop giggling as a playful Christian kisses me. He sucks and bites my neck while his hands explore my curves. Each time his lips return to mine, the kisses become deeper and more promising. Cue the panty moisture.

Like a magician, Christian makes my shirt disappear in a quick second. I pull his up and over his head. Christian's grey eyes dance with excitement when he finds that I am braless. He focuses his attention on my breasts. He kneads one while sucking on the other's nipple. His lips curl into a smile when I moan in pleasure. This feels amazing.

I'm not sure what the rules are regarding Christian's no-touch zones. His head and neck seem to be safe zones. He does not tense when I run my hands down his arms. I stick to these areas for now.

Christian presses his hardness against my thigh while his hands get to know my lower back and my booty. My sex grinds into him in search of some friction. I feel the pressure beginning to rise between my legs. My body begins to act on its own accord. Unable to find the friction I need; my pelvis grinds harder into him. I am humping his thigh like the energizer bunny. I have never felt such simultaneous pleasure and agony. Recognizing my need, Christian slips his hand into the waist of the boxer briefs that I still wear.

"Anastasia, you are so wet. Tell me that you are wet for me."

I hum an "um-hum." I lose my ability to speak. I begin to spin into this building world of pleasure and fire that is overtaking me.

His thumb dances around my clit. Holy hell, he found my pleasure button with lightning speed and accuracy. My sex pulses with unbearable pressure. All I can do is release louder moans as I lace my fingers through his copper locks. I push the center of my apex towards his wonder fingers.

The pleasure increases when he slides one and then two fingers into me. He uses a 'come hither' motion as he explores me. His palm presses and swirls against my clit. My sex begins to contract. I throw my head forward and scream primally into his neck. We are both pulsating with heat and sweat.

Without further warning, I hear myself scream his name as my head drops back down and violently shakes from side to side. Bright flashes blind me as I feel my body soars weightlessly through darkness and then fireworks. His hand continues to stroke me through the orgasm. HOLY! FUCKITY! FUCK!

I float back down to earth to find a self-satisfied man-god grinning over me. I lie under him panting and struggling to focus.

"Satisfied, Ms. Steele?"

"Um-hum," I moan in approval. Words continue to evade me.

"Was that your first orgasm?"

My bashful blush tells him yes. His grin tells me how much this pleases him. His stare is full of unspoken pleasure as he lifts his hand from my sex to his mouth. He does not break eye contact with me as he licks his fingers clean. I swear I feel my sex begin to quake again.

Christian sits on his knees. He pulls off the boxer briefs I am wearing to leave me completely naked. Wait, what? There's going to be more? Yes, please!

I prop myself up on my elbows as I watch him kiss me. He starts at my ankle. He slowly works his way up the inside of my leg, kissing and sucking. He draws circles with his tongue on his campaign north. Watching this has got to be the sexiest experience alive. My breathing grows faster as he moves higher.

He reaches my apex. He inhales deeply as he runs his nose up my slit. I quiver.

Christian murmurs, "Sniffing is permissible and encouraged."

Oh, heavens this is sexy. He finds my pleasure button and sucks. While doing this he looks up my abdomen and stares directly into my eyes. We maintain eye contact as he bites, licks, and hums into my clit.

Is there some sort of schooling that sex masters attend? If so, Christian Grey has his mother-freaking PhD. Just as I consider begging for mercy, his tongue enters me. He licks and laps in search of the nectar of the gods. I begin chanting his name, louder and louder. He is unrelenting in his ministrations. My thighs quake. Without warning, the contractions in my sex release and the gaits to heaven to heaven fling open. I hear myself scream "CHRISTIAN!" at the top of my lungs. He does not stop until he consumes every drop of pleasure that I release. My mind is blank. My breathing erratic. Sweet, sweet nirvana. I will never leave this bed.

The sweat between us makes easy work of his full body slide up to meet my face. He kisses me with open lips. He slides his tongue into my mouth and swirls it around mine.

"Taste yourself, Anastasia," Christian purrs.

With my last bit of energy, I look up into his grey eyes. I lick my lips and smile. Spent, I slip into slumber and dream of heaven.

When I awake, I find I am alone in Christian's bed. Rain pelts the floor to ceiling windows. I have no idea what time it is. I relax into the pillows and inhale the smells of Christian and arousal that surround me. I have no words. I am already an addict in search of my next hit.

I explore his room until I find his massive closet. Huge must be this man's trademark. I find a clean t-shirt and boxer briefs to put on. I use his bathroom. I borrow his toothbrush.

I exit his room unsure what to do. I wander over to the kitchen where the marvelous Ms. Jones is hard at work.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Steele. Would you like something to drink?"

"Yes, some water please."

She hands me the glass and says, "Mr. Grey is doing a bit of work." She nods her head towards his study. "I'm sure he would welcome a snack." She sets a small plate with freshly baked cookies on the breakfast bar. I love this woman.

After finishing my drink and thanking Ms. Jones, I take the cookies into Christian. He lifts his head from the computer screen and smiles when he sees me.

"Did you have a good nap, Anastasia?"

"I did, thank you."

I set the cookies on his desk. Christian's office is just what I would expect of him. The walls are a rich blue. Brown leather chairs face his desk. Behind the desk, a wall of windows looks towards Lake Union.

A sofa sits opposite of floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. The shelves are lined with books, photos of his family, and hand crafts that appear to be from his travels around the world. Funny, I would not have pegged Christian as a street market tourist.

As I study the items on his shelves, Christian stands and walks to me. He wraps his arms around my waist and kisses that heavenly spot behind my ear. It is all I can do to stop myself from turning around to grab a deep whiff of his crazy, delicious scent.

"Anastasia, will you stay and have dinner with me tonight?"

Yes, Yes, Yes! "I can, but I need to run home and get some clean clothes."

"There is no need. I had Neiman's send over a few things for you." He switches to give the other side of my neck some attention.

Part of me is thankful that I do not have to step out in the rain, but the other part of me feels a bit uncomfortable with him ordering out clothes for me. Is there, like, a Door Dash app for wealthy bachelors needing to dress their weekend conquests? It feels…odd.

"You didn't have to do that Christian. I live just a few blocks away. I could go and be back in no time."

"I wanted to. I didn't want you to have a reason to leave." When he puts it like this, I guess I could wear the take-out clothes that he ordered…

"I still need to run by my apartment to get some things."

"Nonsense, what do you need? I can send Taylor out to buy whatever it is." He picks up his phone, poised to text his CPO my order.

With his hands still on my waist, I turn around to face Christian.

"Just some girl stuff that I'd feel better if I grabbed myself."

"Then I'll send Ms. Jones. There is no need for you to go out in this rain."

I blush.

"Just tell, me what you need, Anastasia." He is not going to let this go, is he? He is going to make me tell him.

"I need my birth control pack. It's not the kind of thing I should skip." Seriously, how many times must I face mortal embarrassment in a twenty-four-hour span? This has to be a world record.

Christian does not seem at all embarrassed. "Just tell me where they are. I can have Taylor run get them for you. Taylor is used to handling errands with discretion." He picks up his phone to text Taylor. Kill. Me. Now!

Christian gives me several delicious kisses and promises he will be done with his work very soon. With no further reason to leave this castle in the sky, I head upstairs to the guest room I used last night.

The room has been cleaned and tidied. On the freshly made bed, I find several shopping bags. I explore the purchases. There are two outfits; a brown halter dress with a coordinating pashmina and a pair of jeans with a light blue shirt and slouchy brown cardigan. Folded in tissue, I find a matching bra and panty set. They are blush colored and so very silky. Me likey.

Since Christian still has some work to do, I see this as a great opportunity to take the tub for another test drive. I soak until I am shrively. All target zones are freshly shaved and accounted for.

In one of the bathroom drawers, I find the make-up essentials. Funny, I don't remember these items being here last night. I style my hair in loose waves.

I choose to wear the jeans with the slouchy cardigan. Perfect comfy clothes for a rainy, overcast December day. I find a very chic pair of pointy-toe flats that goes well with the outfit. I would have preferred warm socks and boots, but I'll go with these. On the dresser is a velvet cloth displaying a simple rose gold set of earrings and a matching long necklace. I feel like my fairy god stylist just waived her magic wand all over me.

Beside the jewelry on the dresser rests my pack of birth control, a tiny cup of juice, and a little plate with a dew crackers and grapes. Did these appear while I was in the tub? This feels super luxe but also slightly...invasive? I'm going to have to get used to this type of service if I'm going to be hanging out with Mr. Money Bags.

Christian greets me at the bottom of the stairs. He is wearing dark wash jeans and a black button up, untucked. He is bare feet appear to be absolutely delicious. He offers me a glass of wine and leads me to the sofa.

We sit and talk in front of the fireplace until well after sunset. I am surprised by how easy conversation is with Christian. Before Kate's birthday, I was always found him so aloof.

Christian asks me a lot of questions about things we talked about on our first date. He seems curious about why my step father raised me while my mom moved around the country. He recognizes my unease with the topic and moves on to other things.

It turns out that Christian knows Jerry Roach, my boss's boss at SIP. They have worked together on some charitable fundraisers over the years. He asks about my job duties and the projects that I am currently working on.

I tell him about the new-author book launch that I am spearheading. Jerry and Margaret are convinced that LaLa Roberts is going to be our next best seller. LaLa is from Seattle. She has written a steamy novel containing a ton of kink. I will be the team lead for the marketing and press surrounding the book's release.

Christian seems genuinely interested in my project. He asks me about the author and the storyline. Because Jerry and Margaret are so convinced that her novel, Foolish, is going to be a sensation, the manuscript has been tightly guarded. I will get my chance to read it this week.

We talk about his recent trip to Taiwan. I am surprised to learn that Christian spent three months there last year after GEH bought a Taiwanese shipyard. Christian's CFO, Roz, planned on being the one to oversee the takeover. Unfortunately, Roz' partner Gwen was diagnosed with stage 3 ovarian cancer. Christian refused to allow Roz to leave the country. Instead, he took her place so that she could be at Gwen's side for treatment.

I ask Christian about the hand crafts I saw in his study. He explains to me that when he is traveling abroad, he enjoys the anonymity he doesn't have here in the States. He likes to explore the cities where he stays. He enjoys getting to know the culture from a local's perspective; eating from street vendors and exploring neighborhoods that are off the beaten path. He tells me that growing up his family traveled a great deal. Grace and Carrick always made sure that their children learned about the different cultures and got to understand more than just what the touristy spots taught.

When dinner is ready, Ms. Jones suggests we eat on the covered balcony. Despite the temperature being in the high 30's, we stay warm by the outdoor fireplace. The tomato soup and grilled cheese are the perfect treats for this rainy night. We finish a second bottle of wine while we top the meal off with warm apple pie.

When Christian grabs my hand and leads me back into the great room, I am speechless. The lights are dim. Every surface is covered with flickering candles. Christian holds his hand out inviting me to dance as Frank Sinatra croons on about witchcraft. This man does seduction very well.