My dear little broccolis

💚 Untouchable 💚

Anastasia Steele comes to live with her Uncle J who works for the billionaire Christian Grey. He is rich, handsome and thoughtful, she is gorgeous, funny and smart. Only problem is, he is her Uncle J's boss, and she is seventeen.

‼️Rated M - {Out Of Characters/All Human/Alternate Universe}‼️

‼️Lemons/Cuteness/Language/Humour/Romance/Light BDSM‼️

‼️CG+AS/Elena/Jason Taylor/Luke Sawyer/Carla Steele‼️

Chapter 7: Restless Night (4.4K)

Ana's PoV

Okay, there is making out and then there is making out with Christian fucking Grey! This man knows how to steal a girl's breath away! I have completely lost all notion of space or time and I am completely lost in this passionate kiss that we're sharing. Especially with the way he holds me … I don't know. It's as if he can't get enough of me. And I am far from complaining.

When his hands leave my boobs to go to my back, colliding me against his muscular chest, I cautiously let go of his hair to bring my fingers to his shirt and undo his buttons. I am met with no resistance on his part. On the contrary, he even lets out a small groan of satisfaction when my fingertips touch his skin.

I have been fantasising about touching his chest for weeks. And it's as chiselled as I thought. In fact, my imagination didn't do him any justice. There is no way he is that toned just by hitting the pool once a week. Either he has the luckiest genes in the history of genes, or he has a secret gym in his pompous apartment. Because that amount of muscles … it's just out of this world. Not that I am complaining.

Basically what I am trying to say is that he is every girl, woman and gay's wet dream. And I am the lucky girl who gets to touch him all over as he's kissing me and I am fully taking advantage of this opportunity.

I didn't unbutton his shirt all the way down, but neither did he mine. Still, my hands have thoroughly explored his upper chest, his shoulders and now his back. And that's when he bites on my lower lip, grinding against me as he lays me a little bit more on his desk. Oh my god! All his paperwork is going to be all over the place! But of course, am I really about to talk about paperwork when I can feel his growing and hardening cock against my burning pussy? I think not.

I just plant my nails in his back, making him groan again when I suddenly feel a vibration against my thigh. What the fuck?! But then I understand through the small intermittences between buzzes that it's his phone, and so I break our kiss. Still, he doesn't make a move to answer it and he says, his hand reaching for my hair to undo my braid,

"We're ignoring that."

Well, who am I to argue with that very logical argument? So I happily comply, throwing my head back as he starts sucking the junction between my neck and my shoulder. Of course, because I am no lady and I have no restraints, I moan loudly, and I hear him chuckle in something that sounds like a satisfactory tone. And then, again, his phone buzzes. He reaches for it and throws it away without checking the caller, his hand now creeping to my back to unhook my bra,

"Now, imagine if these had been made out of silk, Ana. How amazing it would have felt when I —"

He's interrupted by his desk phone ringing and this time, he groans out of frustration, straightening up as he angrily picks up the phone and barks at the caller, "You better be dying!"

I slowly get up as his facial expression changes when he hears what the other person is telling him and finally, it dawns on me what just happened here. What's wrong with me? Did I almost fuck my boss on his desk? Boss who I happen to live with. And who happens to be my whole family boss?

I leave his office to give him some privacy with the other person, barely hearing him ask 'when is it due', and once I am back at my station, I quickly button up my shirt and make sure that I am somewhat decent. This is bad. This is so fucking bad! What the fuck is wrong with me!?

Quickly, I get all my stuff and take my phone out to order an Uber so I can get home before he finishes his conversation. Well, I would have walked, sure that the cold air of the night would do me good, but Christian seems a bit uptight when it comes to security. Let's not give him a heart attack. So I leave him a sticky note on the door of the elevator. It's only him and me today on this floor and I am sure he will see it if I leave it here.

I called an Uber home.

Have a good evening, Mr Grey.

Once I get home, I jump immediately into the shower, doing my best to not think of what just happened. This was so reckless. He is my boss and both Uncle J and Luke depend on him financially. They struggled for so long to take me out of this whole Carla situation, and I repay them by endangering their jobs and their whole living situation. This wasn't just reckless, it was stupid and selfish.

And even without this very important notion. He's also my boss! I mean, people don't fuck their bosses in real life. They just don't. But then again, bosses aren't supposed to look so hot either in real life.

Once out of the shower, I go straight to bed, skipping dinner even though I am quite hungry. I guess I just don't want to see him by inadvertence. I mean, I could end up jumping his bones nonetheless. Though maybe he'd be more reasonable than me and pull the age card, reminding him that I am jailbait for his famous rich ass.

I mean, yes, technically, I am seventeen and over, so I am legal and therefore not jailbait, but … well, he's … however old he is, and it's not a good look for him and his sterling reputation to be seen having sex with a teenager still in high school. Unless it's what he finds appealing in me …

I think about it for a moment. Is Christian Grey actually a creep who just wants to fuck my brains out because I am young? This keeps me up a good part of the night. But the more I think about it, the more I don't think it's true. I mean, he's never looked at me the way some men in the streets do. Or the way Mr Collins does, our literature teacher. This man just gives the creeps just the way he looks at us girls when he's reading some passages of a book. Just … yuck.

But Christian has never looked at me this way. On the contrary, sometimes I do see him scowling at me (or himself) when we have our little banter, and I'm sure a part of his brain just reminded him, in those moments, of my age. So I decide to trust my guts on this one and believe that Christian Grey isn't a creep. Or at least, not that sort of creep.

All night long I worry about having crossed the line and what could happen to Uncle J and Luke. If Christian decides to fire all of us because of what happened in his office. How am I going to explain to them that I was a horny teenager who tried to play a grownup game and who didn't know when to stop? And how will they react?

Because either they take it as it is and go look for another job and another place to live. That's the best-case scenario. Either they shun me and call me names as Carla would have done. Either they get all crazy against Christian and make it all legal and technical. And knowing Uncle J, option three seems like the most realistic one.

Basically, I didn't sleep of the night and it's because this whole situation is just a messy mess. Really Ana! Couldn't you just keep it in your pants and not flirt with the one person with whom it was dangerous and ill-advised to flirt with? Sometimes, I question my own intelligence …

When comes the morning, I can't bear it anymore and get out of my room. Not much because I'm hoping to see Christian. Nope. This is just going to be awkward and if I can avoid him, I will. But let's be honest, I'm starving. I haven't had a proper meal yesterday, and I'm not one of those people who can skip a few meals and still live their best lives. Nope! I need my food. I used to have a Muslim friend back in Texas and I admired her so much every year when she would fast from sunrise to sundown. Because that ain't me. I'm all about eating. I'm pretty sure that if I ever get kidnapped, it's because I would have been lured with proper delicious food. Or some intel on the MCU. Take a pick.

So basically, it's my stomach that leads me out of my bedroom. But then again, it's still pretty early, and I don't recall seeing Christian that early on a Sunday morning. In fact, Sundays, we usually do brunch and that's when he comes out of his quarters. Around midday. So I still have some time.

I eye the cereals but decide to have a proper champion breakfast. Like that, I won't have to come out for lunch and the next time I will have to leave my room, it will be when Uncle J and Luke will be back home, shielding me from the awkwardness. So I decide to make eggs and bacon, with some fresh orange juice and a few toast. That should keep me full until the guys are back. Hopefully, they won't come back too late.

Once my food is ready, I sit on the stool of the bar and start eating, starting with the bacon strips I made extra crispy just because I love how it feels to munch on them. I am lost in my thoughts, thinking of this paper due Friday in History that I might have overdone, when I hear a noise behind me.

Well, if I had hoped to avoid him, Fate has made it its business that no, it's not an option. But then again, maybe it's Fate's way to remind me that I have to own up to my shit and assume the consequences of my actions. I mean, after all, I was more than happy that he kissed me and more than willing to have gone further if the phone call didn't stop us. Whoever it was calling, bless them.

I turn to look at Christian, he's in his pyjamas, something quite basic. I don't know why, but since he is so Mr I-love-to-spend-money-on-the-best-of-the-best, I always pictured him in those old-fashioned pyjamas. I mean … technically I pictured him without any pyjamas, but if he had any, I surely didn't expect him to just wear a casual shirt and trousers.

He is staying at a safe distance from me (which I think is clever and wise). Still, his eyes briefly go to my shorts and I find myself inwardly cursing at the fact that I didn't think of putting on my bathrobe. I mean, I knew there was a chance I might run into him, and yet, I didn't put all the chances on my side. What a rookie mistake.

For a long minute, neither of us says a word, before I clear my throat and decide that I should try to be more adult about all of this. So I look back to my plate, and mumble loud enough for him to hear, "About yesterday evening …"

I look for my words, not sure of what I can say. I mean, I've never had to live through a situation like that because, and I am pretty sure that there is no Dummies book on how to handle such a situation. I glance his way and he is intensely looking at me, letting me finish what I started.

"Well … I just wanted to let you know you don't have to beat yourself over it. I won't tell anyone about what happened. I know how much your reputation matters and so no one will ever hear about the fact that a teen was in your office yesterday night."

His gaze intensifies and for a second, I feel like he can read my thoughts, my soul, my whole life. But then the intensity disappears, and he lets me know,

"Though I have thought about it, your age is not what kept me up last night." His eyes travel down my shorts and a small smirk appears on his lips, contradicting with the seriousness of his tone and yet, affecting me to my very core

"Oh?" I swallow thickly. "What kept you up, then?"

His eyes go to my messy hair. I didn't bother tying it up last night and now it looks like a cuckoo's nest. All messy, all over the place. He walks to me and once he is at my level he reaches to play with a wild lock between his fingers.

"What I'd like to know is … where are we? Because you seemed to be quite enjoying what was happening last night and then … you bolted. Leaving just a sticky note."

There is something accusatory in his tone, and when I look down, he tilts my chin up to keep the eye-contact between us. So I tell him the truth,

"Well … I … I … I chickened out. I mean … you know …. It's not like you're my boss. And my uncle's. And his husband's. And I don't know … I'd hate for them to be f—"

"Do you really think that I would be so petty?" He interrupts me, sounding hurt. And the truth is, I don't know. So I shrug and explain my point of view,

"I don't know, Christian. Bitter people can do some pretty nasty ugly things."

"Yes, that's true. But it takes a lot to turn me bitter, trust me. If I have to take your word that you won't throw me to the wolves and tell the world that I took advantage of you, then you'll have to take my word that I won't sack anyone over … this. Whatever this is."

"Okay," I simply say, looking back down, but Christian isn't having any of that. He makes me look back at him, a small genuine smile on his delicious and skilled lips. Once again, I swallow thickly, though this time it is for completely different reasons.

"Now, to answer your earlier question … Your uncle is what kept me up all night."

Oh … yeah, from his point of view it's not a good place to be in. I mean, I don't know how Uncle J will be about this whole dating thing, but he was already pulling the I've-got-to-meet-that-boy-hanging-around-you card when it was Jose. So I'm guessing, he's going to be one of those overprotective parents. And even if he wasn't, Uncle J has this weird obsession when it comes to the law.

So yes, I understand why Christian didn't sleep because of him. Still, it doesn't mean I want him to get grey hair before his time. So I slide my plate between us for him to eat from it if he wants and I make a light joke,

"It's true that he is quite good-looking. But I'm sorry to tell you that he is married."

Christian lets out a small laugh at that and I grin, happy to have diffused the tension. He finally lets go of my face and takes a strip of bacon as I explain to him,

"But … to be honest, I never planned to talk to Uncle J about my sex life. I mean, so far he hasn't asked, and as long as he doesn't, I don't intend on volunteering any information concerning it."

For a moment, Christian stays silent, his eyes still on me as he takes in the innuendo I just made. But then, he shakes his head and refutes what I am implying, "I don't like to hide, Ana. Especially when it comes to this aspect of my life. I am a very … tactile man and —"

"And I am seventeen. As much as we don't like to think about it, it remains an irrefutable fact. And Uncle J can be quite … intense when it comes to laws and all that kind of stuff. I would hate to be the reason why you would sport a black eye."

"I haven't done anything morally or legally wrong to you," he argues and I raise an eyebrow at him, challenging his intentions,

"Are you telling me that you wouldn't have fucked me on your desk yesterday if we hadn't been interrupted?"

"Quite a mouth you have on you, Miss. Careful that I don't make better use of it," he teases, taking a bite out of my bacon.

"You're proving my point," I grin and he grimaces as he tells me,

"I have never hidden my relationship before. Even less from my family."

Well, I didn't expect that. I don't know, to me, anyone famous always struggles to keep their private life private. Maybe I need to go into stalker mode and ask Google what it has to say about Mr Christian Grey. But then again, I like the idea that we can just discover about each other by asking each other. And it's not what I linger on.

What makes my ear twitch is the singular use of the word relationship. Has he only been in one relationship his whole life? Or maybe it was the only one that meant something to him. Or the only one after he started making millions. I don't know. I'll ask at some point, but right now doesn't seem like the right time.

"Well … you know, we can just … call yesterday a fluke and go on as if nothing happened," I propose because I really don't want to have this whole conversation with Uncle J. I mean, who wants to have a lecture over something that might only last a couple of weeks? After all, maybe we're not even sexually compatible.

But Christian doesn't seem to agree with what I just said. He cages me so I am between him and the bar and he angrily says, "It wasn't a fluke and you know it. I've been thinking about kissing you since … for a while. And let's not even talk about what else I've imagined doing to you."

I look deep into his eyes, seeing nothing but the truth and he smiles at me, picking me up so I am no longer sitting on the stool, but on the bar. Then he cups my face and rests his forehead against mine before he whispers, "Stop chickening out. I'd rather hide for a little while than pretend that yesterday didn't happen."

And as soon as I nod, his smile broadens before he deeply kisses me, stealing my breath again once again.

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Christian's Pov

It's been a while since I woke so early on a Sunday for anything other than work. But I am far from complaining about the outcome of such a feat. To be honest, it's not as if I truly slept a lot last night.

When I came home, I was almost tempted to go knock on her door. But I decided that a good night's sleep would do me good. Well, though I didn't get the night's sleep, it still did us good.

So in a way, Elliott had the perfect timing, even though my dick yesterday thought anything but, when he called. Of course, I can't stay mad at him forever over that. After all, it's not every day you're announcing to your brother that your girlfriend is expecting. Especially since I am the only person he told.

To be honest, a part of me feels odd about it. I am the older brother, the firstborn. I should do everything first. But no matter what, I can't imagine what clusterfuck things would have been if Elena and I had a kid. Thank God this never happened, or I would still be lost in custody battles as of now.

But anyway, now that things are clear, we're watching a superhero movie in the TV room over pizza. We spent the morning in my office, her doing her homework and me touching on a couple of work things abroad and now that lunchtime has long passed, we're cuddling in front of a movie.

Okay, honestly, I would rather spend the afternoon fucking her brains out, but Taylor is due any moment and as Ana pointed out, it's easier to break from a hug than from coitus. She was appalled to know that I have never watched any MCU movie, but that whole trend got big when I was busy rising on my own and making my company from scratch. I didn't give it much thought. But just the same, I am appalled that she has never seen any of the Jurassic Park movies or any Aliens. So we agreed that I would educate her after she's done educating me.

We're in the middle of Iron Man flirting with his PA (how very on the nose for our current situation) when I recall a question I need to be answered before anything goes any further between Ana and me,

"How many boyfriends have you had before me?"

She blinks away from the screen, tilting her head up to look at me as she asks with surprise,

"I'm your girlfriend?"

"Of course. Or did this morning's conversation leave you in doubt?"

She shrugs, looking back at the screen as she nonchalantly tells me, "I don't know. I assumed I was more of a very close-by booty call. Or friends with benefits if we want to put classy words on it."

" I don't do that," I darkly clarify. Even if I had never been with Elena, I don't think I would have had those casual hookups. I like the idea of being in a relationship, always have.

"What about the blonde from last week?" She asks and I grimace, throwing my head back. Though a part of me is surprised that she didn't know that already. It's public knowledge. I guess Ana is not a girl who likes to read People's magazines.

"She's my ex-wife. She was there because … she gets to see my petty side."

Once again, she turns her head to look at me but I don't see any judgement or apprehension in her eyes. Just understating. But then she cuddles back against me and finally answers my question.

"I've had three boyfriends. Tom, Jeremy and Malcolm. Though Tom and Jeremy were middle-school boyfriends. You know, holding hands, sharing nerd secrets and one awkward kiss that is never spoken of again. So does that even count," she jokes, but I don't lose track of what's important,

"And Malcolm? What happened with him?"

This makes her pause the movie before she sits on my lap, smirking as she asks in turn, "Are you asking me if I'm a virgin?" Because that was definitely not subtle."

"I wasn't trying to be subtle."

"Well if you must know, no, I'm not. I had sex with Malcolm and it started out as awkward before we kind of got there after a few weeks. First-times are just bound to be awkward. But as a total disclosure, I was never a virgin."

"What do you mean?" I pale, hoping that it's not what I think it is. And true enough, it isn't.

"I was born without a hymen. Which is an odd thing to check on a baby if you ask me, but you know, doctors got to doctor," she shrugs before looking me dead in the eyes. "So if you had any sick fantasies of popping my cherry, you're too late Mr Grey."

"I'm not a creep, Ana. And don't call me Mr Grey just after alluding I'm some kind of pedo. It's just …" I shudder and she laughs, kissing my cheek.

Still, even though I don't comment on it I can tell that this comment wasn't as innocent as she tried to make it seem. She was testing if I was indeed that kind of creep. And though I should feel offended, I'm not. She was looking out for herself. There are weirdos out there. I have pondered if I was one of those weirdos for weeks, but then … I never once thought of her age as something attractive. on the contrary.

I gently caress her face and make sure that this weird notion she just spurted is out of her brain, "Though, you were a virgin at some point. Contrarily to popular belief, the hymens have nothing to do with one's virginity. Otherwise, guys wouldn't lose their virginities. And rape victims would be bound to the fact that this most precious part of themselves was taken horridly along with their consent."

She thinks about it before nodding and smiling at me, leaning in to kiss my lips in a soft way. "Well, now you know, Christian. I won't scream bloody murder when you will get to it."

"Oh, you will scream … and I will love every second of it," I counter, before tackling her against the couch and kissing her, my hand beneath her shirt as I grind against her.

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Your thoughts and opinions are always welcomed

💚 So they've decided to a secret affair. What do you think about it? will they be able to keep it secret?

💚 And Elliott is interrupting but having a kid … your thoughts?

💚 And now Ana knows about Elena …

💚 E L James owns the names of the characters from the Fifty Shades franchise, Everything else is mine (including the mistakes and grammar errors).

Love, Mina 💚💚💚