Okay so I know its been a while since I've added to this collection of one shots and I'm sorry I had you waiting so long. To be honest my daughter and I moved 2000 miles to a different state and its been overwhelming to say the least. Sadly enough, I'm already missing the Cali weather.

I don't own these characters, I'm just having some fun with them.

Enjoy!

Anastasia

"Christian!"

"Christian!" Where the hell is he?

"Christian, I need your help!" I yell once more, as I see the storage box I need almost tip over.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Christian's angry voice booms as he walks inside our walk in closet, and stands behind me.

"I need the storage container that contains all of our photos down, so I can place them in our scrapbook." I say nearly missing a step of the small three step ladder.

"And what, you couldn't ask for assistance? Why are you so damn stubborn, Anastasia?" Christian grits through his teeth as he holds onto my waist and sets me on my feet.

"What are you talking about? I've been calling your name for the past thirty minutes." I say placing my hands on my hips, while Christian reaches for the box.

"Just bring down the box Grey." I roll my eyes at him and turn to walk over to our dresser, but I'm startled when I feel Christian's hands squeeze my breasts as he holds me from behind.

"I wouldn't do that if I was you Ana. You might earn yourself a spanking." He grits through his teeth as he roughly pulls on my nipples.

"Really? And what are you going to do about it?" I bite back as I move his hands away from my breasts.

"Ana don't fucken test me. We both know you won't win." I don't bother turning around, instead I open my drawer and take out the manila folder that contains our ultrasound pictures.

"Whatever, just go back to what you were doing. I'll be in my study if you need me." I say walking past him, carrying both the storage container and folder in arms.

After Christian and I had our small argument I called Kate once I made it inside my study asking if she could send me a couple of photos she took of our family vacation last year. Obviously she must have sensed something was wrong, because what was originally supposed to be a twenty minute conversation turned into an hour and ten minutes of her scolding me.

"First of all, you shouldn't be climbing a ladder in the first place, when we both know you're accident-prone." Kate scolds me through the phone.

"Kate I understand his point, but I'm not made out of glass." I pout, knowing full well she can't see me.

"Stop pouting, Ana. It doesn't suit you. Now listen," she says taking a deep sigh, "What would've happened if you had slipped and he wasn't there to catch you? Ana that man adores you and I'm sorry, but as your friend I'm going to tell you that was very irresponsible of you."

My eyes close when I think about how horrible Christian would've felt it something would've happened to me. Without realizing, I feel my hand caress my barely there belly. What could've happened to US, I correct myself.

"I made a mistake Kate." I whisper with my head hanging low. I made a mistake. I bad choice of judgment.

I can hear Kate sigh through the phone, "Ana go and apologize to that man. Because believe it or not, he's probably in his office thinking about how badly you could've been hurt."

"Christian?" I speak as I poke my head inside his study.

"Christian," I say, stepping inside and walking towards his desk. "Christian, I'd like..."

"Don't Ana." He cuts me off mid sentence and I can see his jaw clench from where I'm standing. Shit, he's still mad.

"Christian, I'm sorry..." I attempt once more, but it falls on deaf ears. It feels like minutes pass by, before he lifts his sight off the spreadsheets that are laying on top of his desk, to me. Shaking his head, I can see the anger that is still in his stare, but I also see his fear as well.

My heart begins to race when he stands abruptly pushing his chair back, making it hit the back wall with a thump. My palms dampen as my husband walks slowly towards me. I know he's mad. I can tell by his tensed posture, but what screams pissed off are his eyes.

"Christian..." I lift my hands and place them on his chest, when he stops in front of me. He doesn't say a word to me. Doesn't even blink.

"I love you. Both of you." He whispers, before his eyes turn into a stormy gray.

"I love you too Christian." I mumble as I feel the end of his desk under my backside.

"Good," he whispers as he wraps his arms around my waist and kisses me hard.

I can feel his heartbeat quicken under my palms.

He spins me around and I hold myself steady on his desk, "This is what you do to me, when you put both of you at risk." He says lifting the skirt of my dress over my waist.

My eyes close momentarily at the sound of my husband's voice. The last time I received a spanking was when I took my R8 for a spin in mid winter a year ago. Christian had gone out with Carrick for their monthly luncheons, and I decided it would be nice to take the car out, since I rarely drive it anyway. Well little did I know that a few blocks away from our home was a thin layer of black ice on the road. To say that Christian almost had a panic attack is putting it lightly. It took nearly all winter before I was able to drive, although I did have to compromise with Christian about Sawyer driving the car.

"Do you like getting me like this?" He asks as he gently pulls down my panties.

If only he knew. A salacious smile forms on my lips, as I think of the best way to answer that question.

"No, husband of mine, I don't." But I do love the aftermath.

"Are you lying to me Anastasia?" He asks, placing small wet kisses on the back of my legs, stopping where my legs and rear meet, "Because your body's telling me different."

I can hear him take in a long breath of my scent, at the same time I feel a drop of my arousal run down my inner thigh, gasping when I feel his hands caressing my buttocks.

"I believe five will do." He says and I can feel my core tightening. Oh god!

Before I can brace myself, I feel a sting on my left butt cheek, followed by a caress, and then a sting on my right cheek, followed by another caress. It's the fifth and last one that he aims squarely on my outer lips, causing me to moan out his name.

"Don't," he says pulling me against him as my stinging cheeks grace his denim clad thighs, I wince.

"Ever," he speaks again, pulling the top of my dress down so he can grab and pinch at my breasts.

"Do that," he whispers near my ear as I feel his right hand slowly move towards my dampened core, gasping when I feel his index and middle finger press down on my clitoris.

"Again!" He says before his mouth makes contact with my shoulder, biting down and I know I'll have a bruise later.

"Christian..." I say before he crashes his mouth on mine. I can feel his hands move behind me and the sound of his zipper being unzipped followed by the sound of his jeans dropping.

My body is humming with overstimulation and I already know once he enters me it will all be over soon.

"This is going to be hard Anastasia." He whispers once more as he stands behind me, while I once again place my palms on his desk.

"Stay like this," he pulls me up to stand straight while he bends at the knees and lines his rock hard dick at my entrance, pumping harshly inside of me.

I gasp at the sudden impact which seems to turn him on even more. Christian wraps his hand around my neck as his other hand roams over my breasts tugging and pinching at my nipples.

"Christian," I mumble as he pounds into me with quick succession, I almost feel as I will be torn in two.

"This is what you do to me," he groans as he squeezes my neck slightly and his other hand has opted to play with my clitoris. "You drive me mad." He groans louder as he fucks me. I shudder when I feel my juices running down my leg.

"If only you could feel, what I'm feeling right now." He whispers as his hands wrap from under my underarms and holds onto my shoulders.

I can hear our skin slapping against one another and our hash breathing, but what stood out and pushes me to the edge is the the rough sensation of my husband's dick entering my core.

"Christian!" I cry out his name at the same time he moans out mine.

As we lay on top of his desk, I turn to look at him, "I'll be more thoughtful next time."

He smiles as he turns to look at me, while he runs his hand on top of my belly, "Baby, I just want you to be careful. Although I do enjoy spanking you from time to time, I don't want to resort to doing so as a punishment. You're not a child, you're my wife and I'm..." I silence his apology with a kiss.

"Don't," I say shaking my head, "I enjoyed it." I smile, when I see a light hint of a blush rising on his cheeks.

"Not as much as I did, baby." He says licking his lips, and can't help the giggle that escapes between my own.