Chpt. 41 CPOV:
I love watching Ana talk about her work–she's so passionate about it, you can tell how much she loves what she does. I've seen her talk with clients, review new design options with them and walk them through a mess of a construction zone explaining her vision for the space. But I've never seen her as she is right now. My dad referred a colleague to us for a complete remodel and redesign of their downtown law firm offices. While Ana has worked with new clients before, this is the first time that her and I are working on one from the beginning.
I presented my plan earlier in the meeting and while they only had a few minor requests, I think it went well overall. Now I'm sitting back and watching Ana wow them as she walks them through her slides, explaining her thoughts on the different offices and common areas. I love seeing her like this.
What I don't love seeing is the way the junior partner sitting across from me is practically undressing her with his eyes! Of course Ana is dressed professional for today's meeting, but she's beautiful and naturally draws attention. I can, barely, handle someone looking at her but I CANNOT handle the way this guy's eyes aren't leaving her body. I swear I've watched him look her up and down at least a few dozen times since she took over at the head of the table.
I'm pretty sure Ana has caught him staring at her as well because she's kept to the side of the table furthest from him. It's taking everything in me not get up and punch the guy, to teach him a lesson, for looking at her. The only thing stopping me is the reminder of where we are, that doing so could lose the company a big client and possible future clients if word gets out.
I'm going to kill the bastard sitting across from me –C
Why? What did he do? –T
He won't stop staring at Ana –C
Who is he? Why the fuck is he looking at her? –T
One of the junior partners at the firm my dad referred to us. I'm telling you, he's fucking undressing her with his eyes! –C
Fuck… I'm across town, I can't get there for at least another hour –T
If he fucking touches her, you're going to need to come bail me out of jail tonight –C
That bad? –T
You have no fucking idea! His eyes have been practically glued to her tits for the last 15 minutes –C
Knock some fucking sense into him! He needs to know she's ours. –T
Trust me, I'm tempted to. –C
Why the fuck haven't you? –T
Because then we lose the bid –C
Who gives a shit, there are others –T
It's the company my DAD referred to us. Remember? The one we were excited about because he could refer others to us in his building? –C
Fuck –T
Exactly –C
Are you almost done? Is Ana almost done? –T
I think so… fuck I don't know, I haven't heard a word she's said –C
That bad? –T
You have no fucking idea –C
How does he not see our ring on her hand? –T
We should have gone with a bigger one. –C
You know she wouldn't have liked a bigger one. –T
Fuck that, then people would know she's ours. –C
She's ours. –T
I know that, but the fucker doesn't. –C
Doesn't matter if he knows it, you do. And she does –T
Yeah. Doesn't mean I don't want to kill him. –C
Fuck she's glaring at me. I think I missed something –C
Go –T
"My apologies gentleman, I was responding to an issue on one of our sites with a project manager. That's one of the advantages of signing with ECJ construction, our foreman and project manages have access to the owners 24/7."
I force myself to pay attention to the final review of the proposal and the changes made, though it takes nearly everything in me not to bash the bastard's face in when he fucking tracks Ana's every move as she crosses the room to sit next to me. A smile forms on my lips when she takes the seat next to me, subtly she moves her chair closer to me.
The three of us don't flaunt our relationship at work and even though most of our employees know we are together I doubt they understand to what level. We definitely don't flaunt it in front of our clients. Yet that doesn't stop me from taking Ana's hand in mine under the table and holding it firmly in mine. With the contract signed, the meeting slowly comes to an end. When we stand up to walk everyone out, I reluctantly let go of Ana's hand but I make sure to stand right behind her as we walk down the hallway. I know if I don't, that fucker's eyes will be glued to Ana's ass. If he fucking does that I swear I won't be responsible for my actions.
"Was there a problem–"
I don't give her the chance to respond, tugging her down to my office. She gasps and questions what I'm doing, but I'm too… desperate to get her behind a closed door. I don't bother turning the lights on in my office, though I do have the wherewithal to lock the door when it closes. Without saying a word, I back Ana up against the wall and crush my lips against hers. Her hands grasp my arms in surprise, but she opens to me the moment my tongue touches her lips.
I've never been the jealous type, well that's not entirely true. Both Taylor and I have felt that way when we caught one a guy checking out Ana. And there was that night I thought I was jealous when I assumed Taylor had been with someone else… Neither of those times though compare to what I felt today when that fucker was staring at our woman.
My hips thrust against Ana, pinning her to the door while providing the perfect angle to tease her with my hard dick against her pussy. Her arms wrap around my neck as I hike her leg up to my hip, forcing her skirt higher up on her thighs. My mouth swallows her gasp when I tear open her shirt, sending buttons flying to the floor around us. My hands roam her body, needing to touch her in every way possible. She arches into my touch the moment I lift her beautiful tits from the confines of her black lace bra.
My dick is throbbing in need, in desperation, to get inside of her. Grasping her ass firmly, I lift her higher until her legs instinctively wrap around my waist. My mouth goes to the spot on her neck that drives her crazy, where her shoulder and neck meet. Her fingers tangle in my hair as I suck, bite and nibble on her neck. My hips grind against hers, my dick all but begging to be set free. Not able to wait much longer, I step back just enough to slip my hand between us.
"Christian," she moans when I just barely glide my fingers over her damp panties.
I quickly unbutton my pants, shoving them down just enough to free my dick. I don't bother undressing either of us, instead opting to just push aside her panties before I slide into her in one quick, deep thrust. She calls out in surprise, but it takes everything in me not to erupt inside of her in that moment.
"You're mine," I nip at her earlobe.
"Yes," she moans.
"No one looks at what's mine," I grunt thrusting hard and deep into her again.
"Christian…"
"Ours."
"And you're mine and Taylor's."
"Yessssss," I groan.
I have never been more sure of anything in my life as I am about my future with Ana and Taylor. Everything about the three of us may have been completely unexpected, but what we have is it. The way they both look at me, the way we all feel about each other, is never something I ever thought I would experience. Ana's few simple words say so much more than she realizes–she manages to perfectly define our relationship with that statement. She is ours just as I am theirs.
Knowing I'm not going to last much longer, I find Ana's lips the moment I slide my hand between us to find her clit. The intensity, the connection, the… love is like nothing I've ever had before. And it's there every single time we're together, whether it's just the two of us like now, or it's the three of us or it's just me and Taylor–it's always there.
"Christian…"
"Come baby, I'm right there… come with me," I practically beg her knowing that I'm seconds away from not being able to hold the orgasm back.
"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS," she clamps down around me, sucking me deeper into her body which is all it takes for me to lose control. Biting down on her neck, I thrust into and explode only vaguely hearing Ana call out as she follows me over the edge.
When my knees start to shake from holding us up, I slowly turn around and with my back against the door I lower us to the floor. Ana barely moves, simply trusting me to hold onto her as I settle us both down, our connection still very much intact.
She sighs softly against my neck, her legs falling to the floor but she doesn't make any attempt to get up which suits me just fine. I glide my hands over her body, slowly bringing her back to reality, but at the same time loving the way her walls twitch around my softening dick while I'm still buried deep inside of her. There's just enough light coming through the windows for me to make out the mark I left on her neck. As immature as it is, a smile forms knowing that at least for right now she has my mark on her.
"You know it's going to be a little hard to walk out of here without buttons on my shirt," Ana laughs as she leans back just enough to look at me.
"Put the sweater you keep in your office over it. Besides, everyone on this floor is already gone for the day so they won't see you."
"But there might be people in the lobby that we could run into when we head out."
"Where my suit jacket–"
"That would look ridiculous!" she tries to be serious but her laughter at the end gives it away.
"Yeah it would."
"Want to tell me what that was all about?"
"Nothing, I just wanted to be with you."
"You're a terrible liar you know that right?"
"No I'm not–"
"Can't admit you were jealous?"
Fuck she knows me too well.
"That fucker was staring at you!" I growl.
"Which apparently turned you on?"
"No," I quickly argue.
"So the quickie against the door was because…"
"Because I needed you, needed to know you're mine."
"Baby, I'm yours. The three of us is it, there's no one else."
"I know. But he didn't know that and it was driving me crazy that he kept staring at these," I cup her breasts with my hands.
"Trust me, I was very much aware of what he was staring at," she gasps when I pinch her nipples.
"You're ours," I whisper against her lips.
"Hmmmm."
She moans when my dick twitches inside of her, apparently convinced that we're not quite finished. Ana doesn't disagree, slowly rocking against me. My hands grasp her hips, holding her still knowing if she doesn't stop we might not ever make it home tonight.
"Let's go home," I nip at her lip. "We can finish this in our bed with Taylor."
I groan when she clamps down around my dick, obviously thinking about what I'm suggesting. I love how responsive she is, how open she is to everything. She could have been jealous or even turned off by how things have… changed between me and Taylor but that wasn't the case. In fact, it's probably as far from the case as possible.
"We should get going," she suggests.
"We should."
Yet neither of us move for several long minutes, simply enjoying being with each other like this. Eventually, Ana kisses me softly on the lips and gently eases herself off of me. I quickly stand up, going in search of the box of tissues I keep in here so she can clean up. Not going to lie, the only thing that would have made this more perfect would be if we were to leave and run into that fucker who was staring at Ana. Let him see us leaving, with my arm around her waist and her looking thoroughly fucked. Yup… that would be perfect.
"Really?!" she walks back into my office after having left to grab her sweater.
"What?"
"You marked me?" she arches her neck to the side, giving me a clear view of the red mark I left on her neck.
"I… must have been caught up in the moment… I didn't realize–"
"Bullshit," she laughs.
My face heats up but I don't dispute her claim, knowing full well she's right. I knew exactly what I was doing and purposely left a mark on her. Though at the same time I won't apologize for leaving it or for the reason I did.
"Let's get out of here," I take her hand in mine and lead her out of the office. Despite her concern, the sweater she's wearing completely hides the fact that the shirt underneath it is open. I was able to find a few buttons on the floor while she was gone, but I know I didn't find all of them. Again, something I'm not going to apologize for either. Fuck it, I'll just buy her another god damn shirt. The floor is empty as I expected, since we lease out the entire floor no one else is there waiting for the elevator with us. Once we're in the lobby though there might be a few people leaving and of course the security guard. I can see the relief in Ana when the empty elevator stops at our floor.
"What?" the elevator jolts to a complete stop and suddenly we're plunged into complete darkness.
Before I can think about what might have happened, a soft whimper grabs my attention.
"Ana?"
I reach my hand out knowing that only a few minutes ago she was standing right next to me, only now there's nothing there. Fuck–Ana's damn nightmare.
"Ana, baby… where are you?" I have to force myself to be cautious when I take a step, not knowing where she might be and not being able to see a damn thing.
I pull out my cell phone only to find that at some point it went dead. I forgot to put it on the charger before the meeting. I vaguely remember seeing the low battery alert when Taylor and I were texting. With my arms out, I cautiously move against the wall hoping to reach Ana.
"Don't touch me!" she screams the moment my hand grazes her.
I feel her sink to the floor but she doesn't move any further from the small corner she has herself in. I back up just enough to not touch her as I lower myself so I'm sitting in front of her. I have no fucking idea where her purse is, so I can't grab her cell phone and use the light on it. I know that's what would help her the most right now.
"Ana baby, it's me Christian," I say softly. "You're in the elevator at work–no one is going to hurt you."
She doesn't acknowledge me, but her whimpers slow just a little. All I fucking want to do is pick her up, put her on my lap and hold her tight against me. But I know that's the last thing she needs right now. I could kill the fucker who did this to her. I wish there was some fucking way I could find the bastard!
"Sweetheart," my heart breaks as she continues to whimper mumbling something under her breath that I can't hear. "I'm right here, no one is going to hurt you again."
I don't know how many times I repeat that to her or how long I sit crouched in front of her. I start off slowly, warning her before I do anything, touching her. She flinches at my first touch, but doesn't tell me to stop so I consider it progress. I slowly move up her leg, keeping my touch gentle. With a hand on her knee, I slowly move next to her. She stiffens but again doesn't verbally object to what I'm doing. It kills me because all I want to do is pull her into my arms, but I do just the opposite. I simply take her hand in mine and hold it.
Minutes or maybe hours pass without either of us moving, but ever so slowly she puts her head on my shoulder. Thank fucking God for that. She's not completely relaxed and still not talking, but the fact that she's reaching out to me right now… fuck it means everything. I let her set the tone, let her tell me what she needs and wants right now–even if it's the fucking hardest thing I'm doing.
"Do you know where your purse is baby?" I ask after a few minutes.
She shakes her head against me, giving me the answer I already knew. Thankfully her phone starts ringing, and it doesn't sound like it's too far from us.
"I'm going to try to find–"
"Don't leave me," she whispers.
"I won't baby, I'll never leave you," I assure her.
With my hand never leaving hers, I inch away hoping like hell the phone is within reachable distance because I don't know if Ana is able to move right now. She finally feels safe in the little corner of the elevator. I should have fucking tried to find the emergency button on the panel but unfortunately that's on the other side of elevator. There's no way I can leave Ana and I don't think she's move over there. Something tells me feeling the walls against her might be keeping her grounded right now.
"Got it!" of course by the time I pull the phone from her purse it stopped ringing but it doesn't matter. I have a way to tell someone what's going on and that's what is important. Hitting her home button I see the call was from Taylor which I kind of figured because we should have been home by now. I quickly hit the call button.
"Baby, is Christian with you? He's not answering–"
"It's Christian," I interrupt. "We're stuck in the elevator at the office between floors. I think the building lost power."
"Fuck, is she okay?"
"Not really," I try to caution my words. "Can you call… whoever the fuck you call about things like this? Maybe the fire department or police or–"
"Yeah, I'll take care of it. I'm sure building security would have alerted someone but I'll call too when I'm on way to the office."
"Great."
"Do you… is there anything I can do?"
"I don't think so. Just get someone to get us out of here T."
"I'm on it."
"Good."
"Keep her…"
"Yeah."
Holding Ana's cell phone and purse, I slowly move back to where she is still sitting in the corner. The moment I move next to her, she lays her head on my shoulder and squeezes my hand.
"Taylor's coming and he's going to call someone to get us out of here."
"Good. I want to go home Christian."
"Me too baby, me too."