By lunch time on our second day in Frankfurt, Ana and I have done all that we can to prepare for our meetings. Ana checks to see if the German team can meet with us earlier than planned. Her laptop pings with an incoming email.
"It looks like the Germans can meet with us tomorrow, first thing," she says while focusing on the message that she is reading. "There is just one thing."
I give her my full attention.
"The executive leadership is wrapping up a big meeting in Baden-Baden. If we want to meet with them tomorrow, we will need to go there. Otherwise, we can keep our meetings as originally scheduled." Ana looks over her laptop to me, awaiting direction. Hum, if we keep the meetings as originally scheduled, I will get another day and a half alone with Ana in Frankfurt.
"What's in Baden-Baden?" I inquire.
Ana starts typing on her computer. "It looks like there is some sort of high rolling casino there. There is a fancy-schmancy hotel and a spa." She turns her computer so I can scroll through what she found.
I give her my Cheshire grin. "Let's go to Baden-Baden."
I keep my suite in Frankfurt. Ana brings her luggage up to my room. I offer for her to leave what she won't need here. She gets to work in one of the spare rooms, repacking for our excursion.
"Christian," she calls. I stroll to the door of the spare room.
"I'm not sure that I brought anything fancy enough for dinner tonight." She holds up two dresses for me to see. "What do you think? The website made it seem like the casino and restaurant are pretty dressy."
Normally, I wouldn't give a thought to what an assistant is wearing to dinner, but I see her point. "Hum," I tap my lip. "Maybe we can find something for you in one of the shops?"
Ana wrinkles her face.
"Do you not like shopping?"
She smiles, "No, I don't mind it in small doses. It's just that I'm not very good at picking things out. My roommate, Kate, usually goes along to style me." She blushes with her admission. So freaking cute.
"Let me call downstairs. Maybe the hotel has a personal shopper they work with."
An hour and a half later a trio arrives to my suite with a rolling wardrobe of garment bags and boxes. Ana herds them into the spare room to begin trying on the items. I remain at the dining table answering emails. A short time later, the door to the spare room opens and out go the stylists.
"That was quick. Did you find something?"
Ana nods her head.
"They had good taste. The first outfit was spot on. They brought the perfect shoes and boom, I'm done," she claps her hands.
"That was easy. My sister would have wanted to try on everything and then pick out several options."
"Not me. I'm bad for picking out an outfit, but once it's on I know what I like." She shrugs.
"Do I get to see what you picked out?"
"Uh uhn," she wiggles her finger. "No sneak peeks. You'll have to wait until tonight," she bosses.
Now that is something Mia would say. "It's a date," I reply and inwardly cringe at my choice of words. She doesn't seem to take notice.
"A date it is. Let's get on the road. These casinos aren't going to play themselves," she sings.
On cue, a bellhop turns up to collect our overnight bags. Ana nearly skips to the elevator. It looks like our excursion has put Ms. Steele in quite the good mood.
We head south along the Rhine. The scenery is picturesque, but both Ana and I spend the time answering emails. Every now and again, Ana pauses to ask my preference before she responds. She is incredibly adept at handling my day-to-day matters. The more that we work together, the more in tune she is with how I want her to handle various business concerns. Was Andrea this quick of a study when she came aboard? The two hours pass quickly. Before long, hotel doormen are opening our doors and assisting Taylor with the bags.
As per the usual with ultra luxe hotels, there is no check in counter. We are shown to plush chairs in front of a belle epoque-style desk. The clerk reviews our reservation and has keys ready for us. She arranges our preference for dinner accommodations. Soon another employee appears to show us to our rooms. We take a card access-only elevator to an over-sized suite decorated in the opulence of Versailles. It's good to be me.
Ana looks at the clerk with confusion. "Should I grab my bags?"
"I'm sorry ma'am?" He replies with a thick accent.
"My bags, they came to Mr. Grey's room. Should I bring them to my room?"
I jump in to help the clearly confused employee, "Our reservation is for a suite and two executive-level rooms. The suite is for me and the rooms are for my security and my assistant." When I say it like this, I kind of sound like an entitled prick traveling with an entourage.
The clerk refers to the tablet he is holding. After a bit of swiping, he walks over to the room phone and proceeds to have a hushed conversation in German.
"My apologies, Mr. Grey. There has been a miscommunication with your reservation. Instead of one suite and two extra rooms, it is booked as one room and a suite with two bedrooms. Unfortunately, the hotel is, how do you say, without further vacancies this evening."
"Are you saying you don't have a room for Ms. Steele?" I ask in my CEO voice.
"That is correct, sir," the clerk rocks back on his heels with his best 'sorry, not sorry' face. I take a breath before I begin to annihilate the messenger. Ana places her petite hand on my arm and it calms me.
Turning to the hotel employee she says, "This is unfortunate. For now, this room will be adequate."
She hands him some perfectly folded currency and walks him to the door.
"I trust that you will escalate this situation to your upper level management to quickly find a satisfactory resolution." She gives him a sweet smile that is laced with just a tinge of 'don't fuck with me' before shutting the door behind him. Christ, don't fuck with me Ana is just as hot as nightlife Anastasia. Down boy.
"Ana, I can get Taylor to give you his room. He can sleep in the suite with me. He won't mind."
Ana gives a little hum and taps her chin. "Let's see what the hotel comes up with. I have a feeling that when management becomes aware of just who's reservation they flubbed, they will be able to find me a room post haste. In the meantime, I can get ready in your spare room. Let Taylor have some down time," she offers.
"Are you sure? I don't want you to feel uncomfortable…"
"Shut it, Grey," she says while making a mouth closing gesture with her fingers. "I don't need a big fancy room to get ready. I'm fine slumming it here in the dumpster suite."
Ana grabs her bags and shuts herself away in the spare room to begin getting ready. I head down to the hotel gym for my second workout of the day. I work the circuit and use the treadmill. I manage to escape before any of the circling trophy wives in spandex manage to go in for the kill. It's just a face, ladies.
I grab a shower and put on my tux. I'm popping the top on a bottle of champagne so nice that it even impresses me when I hear a cough behind me. I turn around and Holy Mother of All Things Pure, Ana is leaning against the doorway. Her arms are crossed as are her ankles. She gives me a smile and a wink and makes her way to me.
"For me?" She asks as she takes the flute from my hand.
"Ana, you look, just…wow…" I'm at a loss for words.
She is wearing a strapless, silk minidress with a sweetheart neckline and ruching all the way to the hem. The dress is black with bright abstract brush strokes of bright pinks and blues. A wide black belt cinches her waist and is held together by a large rhinestone brooch in the front. She is wearing 6 inch black, silk heels with pointed toes and the telltale red soles that make her legs go on for days. She has several gold bangles on her wrist. Her hair is curled and swept into a side knot that shows off gold hoop earrings. Wearing more makeup than usual, Ana has smoky eyes and dark pink stained lips that match her perfectly painted fingernails. She is carrying a black envelope clutch. Yep, nightlife Anastasia is my favorite look.
Regaining my wits, "You weren't kidding. You didn't need to try on anything else. This dress was made for you." I gesture down her body.
Ana blushes a bit, clinks my glass, and takes a long sip of her champagne, "Why thank you, Mr. Grey. And let me add that you look quite dapper, yourself." I refill our glasses and motion towards the balcony. We step out to enjoy our champagne and the twinkling lights of Baden-Baden after dark. Ana is quieter than usual.
"What's on your mind?"
She shakes her head and smiles at me, "Nothing, really. I was just trying to soak up this moment. I've worked for GEH barely a month, and here I am. Dressed to the nines with my debonair boss, in Germany, sipping this crazy good champagne, am I right?" She pauses to take a sip. I laugh in agreement.
"I'm getting ready to eat at a restaurant so fancy that they don't put prices on the menu. Who doesn't put prices on the whole menu? That's so boujie!" She lets out a giggle. "After what I am hoping will be one of the top three meals of my life, I get to watch my insanely rich boss lose money while he gambles with some of the wealthiest people in the world. I get to do all of this while wearing this dress and these shoes," she gestures to herself.
"And you want to know what the best part is? This is my job! How lucky am I?!" She sings, high on the moment.
I pause. Never once in all of my travels have I stopped to appreciate the moment. Never once have I asked 'how lucky am I'.
We are now both looking out, resting our forearms on the railing. I nudge her shoulder. "You are right, we are very.." I give her a smile that she returns. She takes my empty glass from me and heads back inside, "Come on Grey, let's go murder the fun in Baden-Baden!" How can I not follow such an enticing invitation?
Ana was right. We eat one of the best meals of our lives. More familiar with French cuisine, I admit to Ana that I don't know what half of the things are on the menu. She tells me to order the wine and she orders our food. To my delight, she is an adventurous eater. She tries everything on both of our plates and insists that I do the same.
"That is so good," I moan pointing my fork at some sausage kind of something on her plate.
"I know, right!" She turns her plate to make it easier for me to fork another bite.
"How did you know what to order?"
Ana blushes, "I didn't. I just picked a letter for each of us and ordered the item that had the most of that letter in its name."
I bellow with laughter, "What was my letter?"
"Easy, you got the 'G' food."
"And what letter did you pick?"
"At first I picked S for Steele, but everything had a ton of S's in it. So I changed to an R."
"Why R?"
"It's my middle initial. My middle name is Rose."
How pretty, just like you. "Well then, let's go with my middle initial for dessert."
She picks up the dessert list, "T, right? What does that stand for?"
"Trevelyan, it's my mother's maiden name." I snatch the menu from her to make sure I approve of the T dessert. She raises an eyebrow and sticks out her hand. I return the menu.
"How did you pick the wine?" she asks.
I open the wine list and set it on the table so we both can see. I show her how to tell the types of grapes in each listing. I explain which types I prefer paired together. She leans close and studies the listings. She picks out a few based on my preferences. She is a quick study. Just then, a gentleman in a well tailored suit and a hotel name tag, approaches our table.
"Mister Grey?" He inquires. I nod. "I am Frederic Von Waggenen, the general manager of the hotel." We shake hands and I introduce Ana. "I have been made aware of the errors regarding your reservations this evening." I steeple my fingers and give him my best 'you better fix this' face.
"Unfortunately, we have been unable to find a second room for your assistant. We have, however, managed to procure Ms. Steele a room at a nearby hotel which will be of no charge to you as an apology for your inconvenience." Unacceptable, Ana will not be staying at another hotel!
Before I can begin to express my dissatisfaction with his suggestion, Ana politely asks him for the other hotel's name. She starts typing away on her phone. She raises an eyebrow while scrolling down her screen. I can tell Mr. Van Wiggles or whatever his name is is beginning to get a bit nervous.
Ana turns her beautiful doe eyes towards Van Wiggles, with the sweetest of voices, she turns the screen to him. "Is this the correct listing?"
He nods but before he can add any fluff to the nut, Ana speaks again. "Are you sure? Because this hotel appears to be over an hour drive from here. The listing says it is a three-star establishment. That can't be correct. We booked rooms at a four-star hotel. Unless your rating has recently been lowered..?" Ana questions without a drop of animosity.
"No, Ms. Steele, we are still a four-star hotel, uhh…" Van Wiggles rubs his neck and appears lost to explain his poor attempt at service recovery.
Ana sets her phone down on the table. In her still sweet voice, she flashes her toothpaste commercial smile and says, "I assure you that Mr. Grey expects his assistant to be available more readily than an hour away. He finds your offer of another hotel unacceptable. Furthermore, Mr. Grey does not appreciate your offer of three-star lodging when he booked four-star."
Van Wiggles goes to speak, but Ana silences him with her hand. "For tonight, I will stay in the spare room of Mr. Grey's suite. As you can imagine, Mr. Grey would never ask a female employee to share accommodations with a male superior. This puts him in quite an uncomfortable position." Ana silences Van Wiggles a second time.
"That will be all, Frederic." She dismisses the manager without further ado.
"Fuuccck, Ms. Steele, you just ripped him to shreds without batting an eyelash. Remind me never to get on your bad side."
"It's my super power. I've mastered the disappointed mother act," she replies.
We decide against dessert, our dinner effectively over after Van Wiggles' interruption. We exit the restaurant and make our way to the casino. I lead Ana past the slots and on into the smaller rooms with higher stakes. Taylor meets us by a roulette table.
"I've got your chips, sir," he hands me a stack of colored tokens that I slide into my pocket.
Ana is already at the edge of the roulette table, watching the wheel spin as people begin placing their bets. When the wheel lands on 19, a grey-haired man and a woman not much older than Ana cheer loudly. The older man grabs his date by the ass and gives her a long, NSFW kiss. Ana's eyes grow wider.
"I thought that was his daughter," she whispers.
"Nope, that's probably wife number four or the woman he's cheating on wife number three with," I whisper in her ear. I am standing behind Ana, I let my nose linger by her cheek for a few seconds.
"Here, place a bet," I hand Ana a chip. She makes a safe bet, placing the chip on red. It's lower stakes than picking a number but better odds of winning. When the ball lands on red, Ana does a cute little wiggle with her hips. Down, boy, I tell the throb behind my zipper.
When Ana tries to return her bet and her winnings to me, I tell her to use them to place more bets.
Ana is having just as much fun watching as she is betting. We walk from room to room watching dice and card games.
"Does Taylor have to follow us? There are security guys everywhere. Can't he have the night off?"
"Ana, the chips in my pocket alone make me a target."
Ana furrows her brow. "How much do you have on you, in chips, right now?"
I raise my eyebrow at the blackjack dealer to signal for him to deal me in. "Let's put it this way. You just won twenty five thousand at the wheel."
Ana squeaks and swallows. She looks around the room to see if anyone is listening.
"Are you telling me that I have twenty five thousand dollars in my purse right now?" There is a slight tremble to her whisper.
"No, you have fifty thousand and it's euros, not dollars. You bet twenty five and won twenty five so now you have fifty." I press her back so she is up to the table beside me. I'm glad that the chips are color coded. There is no need for Ana to know that I just put down one hundred thousand on a hand of blackjack.
Ana watches me play a few hands of cards. I win more than I lose. Not wanting her to get bored, I order us drinks and we watch some more games of chance. Ana loves it when someone wins big at a table. She cheers as loud as the actual winners. An older gentleman in a kilt asks Ana to blow on his dice for luck. When he wins seven hundred thousand, he stuns her with a kiss right on her lips. Ana looks flustered but laughs it off when the man kisses everyone within grabbing distance. She refuses to take any of his winnings when he tries to pay her for the good luck she brought him.
I talk Ana into playing craps. She has me blow on her dice and she wins big. The whole table cheers. She jumps up and down and throws her arms around my neck. Before I know it she is pressing her lips to mine. Not one to lose an opportunity, I wrap an arm around her waist and raise a hand to her cheek, prolonging the kiss. She moans and her lips part. I slide my tongue into her warmth and steal a taste of heaven before we pull apart. Ana pauses for a moment and stares right through to my soul. Fuuuuuucccckkkk, Anastasia Steele owns me.
We turn our attention back to the game in front of us. Ana seems dazed and stuck inside her head. She decides to take her winnings while ahead. We wander the games, but Ana never re-engages in what's going on around us.
"Are you ready to call it a night?" I ask her.
She gives me a nod. I lead her out of the casino and over to our elevator. Taylor swipes us aboard and sees us to our suite before retiring to his. I can't decide if Ana is tired or drunk or in shock. Maybe I was presumptuous taking our kiss up a level? I run my hands through my hair at a loss as to what to do next. Ana heads for the spare bedroom. I don't want her to go but I don't know what to say. As she reaches the door, she turns to me.
"Christian, did I screw things up tonight?"
"What do you mean?" I take a step towards her.
"When I kissed you, did I screw things up? This trip has been so great and I really like working for you. Did I mess it all up?"
"No," I say. Taking another step towards her. "We just got caught up in the moment, that's all." I try to soothe her worries. She nods in agreement and turns to go back into her room.
"Good night," she says over her shoulder.
"Good night," I turn and stride towards my room.
"No," I hear behind me. I turn to see Ana is back in the living room. She is looking at me with glassy eyes and speaks with a waivering voice. "I wasn't caught up in the moment."
I open my mouth to say what I don't know, but she raises her hand to continue.
"It wasn't a mistake, Christian," she shakes her head and takes another step towards me. "I wanted to kiss you in the casino. I've wanted to kiss you for a long time."
"Yeah?" I cock an eyebrow and take the last step between us.
She nods her head and blushes. I raise my hand to her cheek. "Would you like to kiss me again?" I whisper.
"Very much," she whispers back. I use my thumb to pull her lip out from her teeth. Very slowly, I bring my lips to hers for a soft, slow kiss.
Breaking the kiss, I whisper, "I've wanted to kiss you for a long time, too." She raises her hand to my neck and pulls me down for another kiss.
Every cell in my body is screaming at me to send out for condoms and to ravage Ms. Steele's body. Only, I hold myself at bay. Taking a move from her play book, I work to be present in the moment. I memorize her lips and then her mouth. I commit her taste to memory. I learn every whimper and moan that she makes. God, this must be heaven.
We kiss for a long time. It could be minutes or maybe hours. We cling to each other in the living room, savoring each other in this moment.
Ana is the first to pull apart. "We should get some sleep." I nod yes but my heart screams no. She leans on me to take her heels off. She gives me one more kiss and another "good night." She turns and walks back to her room, closing the door behind her.
I contemplate taking care of business on my own but opt for a cool shower. I slip on a clean pair of boxer briefs and get in my bed. I lie awake remembering the bliss that just happened in the living room.
I hear a tapping on my door. "Christian, are you still awake?"
In two strides I am opening the door.
"My zipper, it's stuck," Ana explains with embarrassment. Praise be the zipper gods.
I walk her into my bathroom. I sit on the edge of the soaking tub. She lifts her arm to expose the side zipper. I try but can't get the pull to make any movement. We spend a ridiculously long time trying to get Ana out of her dress. She Googles stuck zippers. I try tweezers and then a safety pin. I rub bar soap along the teeth. We laugh a lot but make no progress with the zipper.
"I think we need scissors."
"No, I love this dress."
"I know. It looks amazing on you." We start kissing again. Me in my underwear, Ana in her dress. This time, I pull us apart. "I'm texting Taylor. He can get us scissors." I leave in search of my phone.
I throw on sweats and a tee. I'm pretty sure cutting Ana out of her dress is going to give me serious wood. I return to Ana.
"Champagne and scissors?" She laughs.
"I thought the drink might help with the pain of destroying such a great dress."
"Maybe," she giggles and downs her glass. She takes a sip straight from the bottle.
"I always wanted to do that,"
"Drink straight from the bottle?"
"Yep"
"Was it all that you hoped for?"
"No, it felt like I was going to spill it."
I laugh. I'm on my knees getting ready to slice open her dress. I start at the hem and attempt to work north. After several minutes, I have made little progress.
"These scissors are shit." I toss the dull fuckers on to the counter.
"What now?" Ana is back to drinking from her flute.
"I could rip it?" I down my own glass of bubbly. She refills for me.
"Why, Mr. Grey," Ana teases in her best Marilyn Monroe voice. "How scandalous!"
"I'll show you scandal," I challenge. I grab the seam from the bottom and pull it apart with a great deal of strength. This is the Fort Knox of dresses. I put more muscle into it. A loud rip sounds and suddenly the dress flies away from her body.
We are both caught by surprise. At first I think Ana is going to try to cover herself with her hands. Instead, she rolls her shoulders back and says, "Well done, Grey." She gives me a wink, grabs her glass, and walks towards the door.
I finally get to see her lingerie. It. Is. Spectacular. She leaves me, kneeling on the bathroom floor, speechless.
I'm up and after my minx like a hungry cheetah. I catch her by the flawless skin of her bare waist before she makes it out of my bedroom. She throws her head back with raucous laughter. I twirl her towards me until her torso presses against me. There is no hiding my arousal pressing into the porcelain skin above her lacy black boy briefs. We both take a big breath in unison. The synchrony of it brings intimacy to the moment.
We get lost in each other's eyes, breathing together, standing still. With unspoken agreement, Ana presses up on her tippy toes as my head tilts to meet her. Our lips meet for a slow, unrushed kiss. Our lips punctuate the connection that started the moment we left Seattle. I raise my hand to her neck as hers slides over my shoulder and to the base of my head. I explore her lips as she sucks and nips at my lips. Her fingertips massage my neck, pulling me into her sweetness just as my other hand finds the small of her back.
Whether from hesitation or contentment, neither Ana nor I push the other further. We finally break apart to catch our breath. I tilt Ana's chin up encouraging her to meet my eyes.
"That was nice," she says all breathy and hot.
"Very nice," I agree.
"Come," I say grabbing her hand and leading her into the living room. I sit in an over-sized chair by the fireplace and pull her into my lap. I wrap my hands around her tiny waist. She rests her cheek against my bare chest.
"Is this ok?" She inquires. "Me touching you?"
I cock my head in question.
"I've noticed you don't really like people touching your chest. You step back whenever anyone's hand gets too close."
"Usually, I don't let anyone touch me here," I motion to my no touch zones. "You touched me in Taipei, when you were drunk. It didn't bother me. I kind of liked it."
She hums in contentment, "Good, 'cause I kind of like it, too."
She takes her hand that is on my waist and begins to slide it towards my chest. She looks at me for permission. I give her a nod. Her touch is so light. It feels like a feather.
"What do you want, Anastasia?"
She looks into my eyes but doesn't answer.
"I don't want you to feel pressured to do anything that you don't want to do. You are an excellent assistant. The last thing that I want is to make you feel uncomfortable."
Ana gives me another sweet hum but says nothing. I lift her body so that I can see her face.
"For this to work, you have to tell me what you want."
"I want you. I want all of you," she whispers. Her blue eyes bore directly into my soul.
Suddenly, Ana turns to straddle me. Her apex grinds into my rock hard arousal. Only my boxer briefs and the delicate lace of her panties separate us. Her mouth crashes into mine. She devours my lips. Her plump lips grant me access. As I relish her sweet taste, she begins to chase more friction between us. Her moisture soaks through to my cock. Oh sweet gods, what have I done to deserve such heavenly bliss? Soon we are both dripping with her nectar. The intensity is climbing beyond anything I have imagined. My sweet, funny Ana is morphing into a blazing siren from which I seek no asylum. She wraps her legs around my waist.
"Bedroom, Christian. Take me to your bedroom," she pants. Her voice echoes my own desperation.
I hold onto her perfect ass and lift her from the couch. With long strides, we tumble together onto the silk linens. We roll so that she is on top, straddling my cock, sitting on top of my reclined body. Ana reaches behind herself and unclasps her strapless bra. Oh to all things holy, her breasts are perfect. I place my hands on her waist letting her set the pace. She looks down at me with a soft, disarming smile.
"Christian, I want you…"
I rise to meet her. "My god, I am a lucky son of a bitch."
She pulls me in for a searing kiss.
Suddenly we are lying down again, I am on top kissing her neck, kissing her chest, nipping at her perfect raspberry nipples, eliciting the sexiest sounds. She is raking her fingers through my hair. Her fingernails tease my scalp. I kiss lower down her body. Her abs are taught. She arches her back to press closer to me. Ana whispers my name as though I am a god. My nose reaches her panty line. I look up for permission to explore further. Ana gives me a nod
I reach up and hook my fingers in the waist of her lace panties. I pull them down. Her intoxicating scent swirls thick around me. My god what is this heaven that I have found?
Like a magnet, my face returns to that warm place between her thighs. She is completely waxed, soft and warm and so inviting.
My nose is the first part of me to touch her. I run my nose up through her folds and inhale. Her nectar drenches me, tempting me, begging for me to steal a taste. My tongue follows the same path. Is this nirvana? My chin drips with her arousal. Anastasia Steele is the type of woman men fight wars for.
My tongue finds her clit. I circle and swirl around her swollen nub. Licking and sucking, I play her sensitive spot like a fine violin. Soon, my fingers become jealous and begin to strum their own tune. First one finger, then another enters into her dark, wet heaven. They move in a come hither motion inviting her pleasure to take first chair of the symphony that I conduct. In and out, my fingers work her pussy as my tongue swirls harder, worshiping at her altar.
Ana's moans play tympany, setting the tempo as she rises to her crescendo. I splay my fingers across her belly, holding her captive to my unrelenting siege upon her shrine. Ana's sounds grow louder. She begins to chant my name in veneration as her muscles clench around my fingers. She takes a deep breath and lets out a primal moan. Her hands push the back of my head into her apex with unrelenting pressure. My mouth envelopes her clit and I suck like a goddamn Hoover, wringing every drop of pleasure from her. Her nectar pours down to coat my chin. I don't stop until her muscles relax and she melts into a panting puddle of satiated bliss.
I slide up her sweat glistening torso like a cobra until we are nose to nose, panting in sync.
"Wow," she says with a Cheshire smile.
"Yeah," I grin. "Wow."
I kiss her and give her a taste of her own pleasure. She sucks my lips and licks my chin. Damn if that isn't the hottest thing yet. I pepper her face with butterfly kisses before rolling on to my side, my head propped on my elbow, my front presses into her side. My fingers trace the contours of her perfect body.
"Are these tears?" I wipe her cheek with my thumb. She gives me a belly laugh and turns her head so that we are nose to nose again.
"Yes. I think I just had a religious experience," she laughs.
I wrap my hand around her waist and roll her hips so that she is facing me.
"Let me worship at your altar, goddess," I kiss from her mouth to her ear and down her neck.
"I don't suppose that you are on the pill?" I nuzzle the spot where her neck meets her shoulder.
"Nooooo," she groans disappointedly.
I reach over her to grab my phone from the bedside table. She snatches it from my hand.
"What are you doing?"
"Sending Taylor out for condoms," I return to kissing her clavicle.
"Absolutely not," she squeals. "I could never look him in the face again."
"He's a professional. He won't make it weird," I try to distract her with kisses but she tosses the phone out of reach.
"I see him at work everyday, Christian. Let the poor man be."
"Then I'll call Van Wiggles. It's his fault that you got stuck in my room."
"Sounds like he deserves a reward," she kisses me.
"Fine, I'll give him a big tip when he delivers the condoms."
I roll on top of her, pinning her down. I grab the receiver for the hotel phone. She squeals and covers her face with her hands to hide her crimson blush. I enjoy making her squirm when I ask for the hotel's general manager and request condoms, emphasizing extra large. To torture Ana, I ask Van Wiggles to hold while I very clearly ask Ana if she thinks that we will need anything else. She squeals a 'no' and swats at me. I thoroughly delight in her embarrassment. I request chocolate covered strawberries and champagne before disconnecting.
"Wait, don't go," I plead when Ana gets out of bed and heads for the living room.
"I have to go pee and then I'm going to hide until after your delivery arrives," she wags her finger at me. I watch her silhouette disappear out of my room. I fucking love how comfortable she is with her naked body in front of me. Wait, who else has seen her like this? I'll kill the fuckers.
I throw on my sweat pants and grab several hundred for the tip. Van Wiggles must be sending out for magnums, because it feels like forever before room service arrives with my order. I instruct the waiter to set up the champagne and strawberries in my bedroom. Once he is gone, I knock on Ana's door to let her know the coast is clear. The door swings open. I find my girl wearing a hotel robe, curled up asleep on her bed. She is so fucking cute. I grab a blanket from the closet and cover her. I crawl in and spoon her. The sex can wait. Ma'lady is exhausted. The heavenly scent of her hair lulls me to sleep.