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*Ana's POV*

I feel so stupid. What was I thinking? I just met this man a week ago and I throw myself at him, like a common whore. No wonder he took it and ran. I gave my virginity to the first man that caught my eye. I thought we had a spark...I thought he felt it to, but obviously it was just his good looks that got me. He's probably use to women throwing themselves at him. 'I keep a spare'...of course he does. He's probably a regular at one night stands.

I wonder if he would have went home with Susannah if I wasn't there. She was so enamored with him even through the formalness. She was probably one of many he had and he just got sick of her. A playboy. I gave myself to someone who won't even remember my name in three months.

He acted like he cared. I really thought he wanted more. I want more. I've never wanted that before. Hell, I still want more. I want to hate him...I really do, but just the thought of him makes me feel like a little schoolgirl. Christian is my first real crush. I'm a grown woman for goodness sake! Why can't I see past these stupid butterflies? It can't just be his looks. I've been around good looking men before. It's more than that.

Do I regret the sex? How can I regret sex like that? He was so attentive. I just don't understand what is going on. It was like a switch was flipped and he changed his tune. Maybe I'm terrible in bed. Maybe he just got the goal and he didn't have to put on an act anymore.

He kept reminding me not to touch him below his shoulders...he obviously has intimacy issues. If I wouldn't have kicked him out would he have told me?

Now I'm even more angry with myself. I need to forget all about him and move on. It won't be easy with Kate dating Elliot, my meddling best friend will want details and answers, and I haven't decided if I'll tell her the truth. I won't have to worry about Christian, he'll probably go out of his way to ignore me now that he has what he wanted. I still don't understand why he was so jealous of Ethan. Was it the thrill of the chase?

Asshole.

I'm up most of the night, having my own pity party and end up sleeping late into the morning. I wake up with my phone vibrating, but I ignore it with a groan and hide my head under my pillow. I'm almost back to sleep, when I hear someone pounding on my door.

"Go away!" I yell, not caring who it is.

"Anastasia Rose Steele! You open this door right this minute or I'm going to think that Grey kidnapped and killed your ass!" Kate's voice comes through the door and I can't help, but crack a grin.

"If I'm yelling at you, I'm obviously not kidnapped or dead." I call back, climbing out of bed, pulling on my pink robe.

"Just open the damn door!"

I unlock my deadbolt and yank my door open to see Kate and Ethan standing here, looking startled.

"You look like hell." Ethan states, pushing the door open further and coming in. I move, allowing Kate to enter, too.

"What happened?" Kate asks, frowning.

I shake my head. "I was up late."

"We called you."

"Oh?" I ask, looking over at my phone on the bed. "You did?" I move towards the bed to retrieve it.

"Only like a hundred times!" Kate barks, frustrated. She drops down onto the end of the bed while I have a seat to look at my phone.

I've got 62 missed calls and 10 texts. I notice that I missed 21 calls from Christian and 6 texts from him. I quickly clear his missed calls and delete his texts. I don't even want to read what he has to say today. The rest are from Kate and Ethan, so I clear those, too.

"What is that?" Kate asks, causing me to look up at her. Her eyes are on my nightstand and she jumps up to grab whatever it is. I notice a dark gray wristwatch in her hand and I wince.

"Ethan? Did you leave this here?"

I can feel my cheeks heating up as he looks over the watch.

"No. Not mine."

Kate spins on her toe to look at me. "You didn't!"

I hide my face in my hands, praying that the bed will eat me alive.

"Well, well, well...it finally happened...and it only took a hot billionaire to get the job done."

"Shut up, Kate." I warn, refusing to uncover my face.

She laughs. "I'm just kidding. You have to tell me everything." I feel the bed dip beside me and she squeezes me to her. "We'll go to lunch and you can spill."

I finally look up at her and shake my head. "I don't want to." For some reason, the thought of reliving it pushes me over the edge and I begin to cry.

Suddenly, I'm being flanked and both Kavanagh's envelop me in a hug.

"What happened?" Kate asks.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Did he suck in bed?"

I laugh through my tears. "No, he definitely didn't."

"Come on. Let's go get some lunch. If you don't want to talk about it, then you don't have to, but we're your best friends. You can always talk to us." Kate stands, pulling me with her and pushes me towards the bathroom. "Go get a shower. I'll pick you out some clothes."

I jump in the shower quickly and Kate brings me a hot pink tank top and bootleg jeans. I am so relieved that it's something comfortable. After blow drying my hair down in waves, I slip into my beige and pink wedges and make my way out of the apartment with my two favorite blondes.

XxXxXx

We find a booth at the Fresh-Mex place and slide in with our food. Ethan slides in next to me and Kate sits across from us. Kate has been worrying her lip between her teeth and I know she has a lot of questions running through her mind, but I'm not sure if I want to answer them. It's complicated since she's dating Elliot and I don't know how close they are. What if she tells him and then he runs to Christian? I don't want Christian to think I'm obsessing over what happened. I decide to take the attention off of me and ask Ethan about Rosie.

"So, Ethan...heard from Rosie since Tuesday?" I ask, sipping my tea.

He grins. "You mean Medusa? I've been ignoring her phone calls and texts."

"What about Jose?"

He frowns. "He showed up at my apartment to talk."

Kate and I both gasp and I hear Kate coughing, probably from almost choking on her food. Seeing our shocked looks, he shakes his head.

"It didn't go well."

"What did he want to say? What did he expect to happen?" I'm extremely curious, now.

He shrugged. "He wanted to make amends...like fucking my girl behind my back wasn't a big deal. He apologized and expected us to be friends again."

"Well, you don't have to worry about me ever talking to that asshole again." Kate mentions and I nod.

"Me either."

"You have to admit...he has some balls. I didn't know he had it in him." Ethan states, winking at me. I know he's trying to shrug it off as not a big deal, but I'm sure he's hurting inside. I know he loved her and Jose was one of his closest guy friends. It was really a double betrayal for him. He lost two people so close to him.

"Stasia...what happened?" Ethan looks as worried as Kate and I know I can't put it off anymore.

I shrug. "We went out for dinner, he showed me his sailboat and we went back to my place and watched a movie..."

"And then?" Kate asks, almost looking cross with me.

"I think you can figure that out."

"What did he do?"

I shrug, playing it off. "He just left right after and I started having doubts."

Kate scowls at me. "He left? And he knew it was your first..."

"Yes, Kate! You don't need to broadcast it!" I hiss at her, looking around the restaurant. "It's nothing, really. When he said he couldn't stay, I kind of kicked him out."

Kate grins at me. "You kicked him out? That's awesome!"

I look down at my food and shake my head. I know I'm not really communicating just how devastated I am, but I don't want it to become an issue with Kate and Elliot.

Kate's phone goes off and she picks it up and shakes it at me. "It's Elliot. I'll be right back." We watch her as she slips out of the booth and I begin to tuck into my meal, but I can feel Ethan's gaze.

I look up at him and he's regarding me with his head cocked to the side.

"What?"

He searches my face. "Why are you playing this off?"

My eyebrows knit together. "I don't know what you mean."

"Don't play stupid with me, Stasia. Kate might trust what you say, but I don't."

I frown and look down at my plate. "Kate is with Elliot..."

"Ah..." He states, realization setting in. "Well, I'm not."

I look over at him and giggle. "Wouldn't that be a shock for Kate."

He gives me a playful look and pulls me to him. I willingly accept his comforting embrace and lay my head on his shoulder.

"You're my best friend, Stasia. I don't like that you're having such a hard time. If the asshole doesn't get his shit together, I might have to get it together for him."

I giggle and crane my head up to look at him. "Are you defending my honor, Mr. Kavanagh?"

He kisses my forehead. "Yep."

I see Kate making her way back across the restaurant and I sit up straight, picking up my burrito. Ethan squeezes my knee once before tucking into his own meal. I really am so blessed to have such great friends.

Kate is beaming as she sits down and is even a little breathless. I can't help my own smile as I look at her. "Have a nice chat?" I tease.

She giggles. "I did."

She tucks in to her taco salad, but I notice she keeps eyeing me and looks a bit guilty.

This cannot be good. "What is it, Kate?" A part of me is worried that Elliot knows something and has told Kate.

"Elliot and I are going to Christian's tomorrow night for some pool...Elliot seems to think it'd be a good idea if you came."

I drop my food back on my plate and give her an incredulous look. "There is no way...!"

"Just hear me out! If you don't come, Christian is going to know it's because of him and it gives him the upper hand. If you come and show that what he did doesn't bother you, it'll crush him!"

I shake my head. "You are crazy!"

She reaches across and squeezes my hand. "Trust me, Steele! I know men."

"That isn't a joke..." Ethan says behind the rim of his soda before he takes a drink. She gives him a quick scowl before concentrating her attention back to me.

"He's obviously a playboy and gets off on this shit. Show him he doesn't affect you."

That's a little easier said than done. The man makes me blush when he just looks at me. He knows I'm affected by him.

"If you don't come, you're just stroking his ego."

I sigh. "Fine, just shut up about it." I don't want to think about it. The thought of seeing him again makes my stomach churn and have butterflies all at the same time. I'm conflicted about this, but Kate is right. She does seem to know a lot about men.

*Christian's POV*

Anastasia isn't answering my phone calls or my texts. I've been up all night, worried about her. A part of me wishes that I would have just stomped back into that apartment or refused to leave...the old me would have done just that...but I'm trying to change and I don't want to scare her. If she needs her space, then I'll try to give her that...at least for a little while. I spoke to Elliot about what happened this morning and he's agreed to help me get this shit together. He had a great idea about getting together tomorrow and having Kate bring Anastasia. I'm really hoping that Kate is convincing, because I can imagine Anastasia saying no. I hurt her and I don't deserve to see her again, but she haunts my thoughts every moment of the day.

She's mine. I wish she understood that. She's given me her innocence and I'm not about to let another fucker take what's mine. I want to be the only one between her legs, the only one to bring her to orgasm, and the only name she screams when she does.

Since I couldn't sleep and Escala seems so large and empty, I ended up going to work before the sun was up and have been here all morning. It's the weekend, so there is barely anyone in the building and the silence is deafening. The quiet use to be a comfort, now it's anything, but. I'm sick of being lost in my head. I have no way to let out these negative emotions and my aggression now that I've stepped away from the lifestyle. I pull out my iPod and blast it in my large office, forcing away everything negative.

Around noon, my stomach growls and I realize just how hungry I am. I hate being fucking hungry. I silence my iPod and grab my shit, making my way down to my car before heading into the weekend traffic. Fresh-Mex sounds really good for some reason, so I head West, to the one closest to Escala.

While I am standing in line, a tall blonde catches my eye and I see her heading towards the patio with her phone. Kate. My eyes automatically wander around the restaurant, wondering if my brother is with her, but then my heart stops. Anastasia is sitting with the Beiber bastard in a booth all the way in the back. I watch her smile at him and then he pulls her to him and she looks more than willing to cozy up to the fucker. The way she looks at him...it makes me sick. She obviously cares about the asshole.

How the fuck can she fall into bed with me and then cozy up with this fucker barely twelve hours later?

He kisses her and I see red. My chest is on fire and I suddenly feel like I can't catch my breath. I end up stepping out of line and heading straight for the door, not stopping until I'm in my car.

Why did I think I could do this? I can't do vanilla. I can't handle this emotional shit. Did I run her straight into his arms? He's definitely soaking it up...bastard. I tried to be vulnerable last night, I thought she did the same. Last night meant more to me than the last twelve years of fucking did. Once you've done it once, it's always easier to do it the second time...and then a third...

The thought of her being with not just one more, but multiple men makes me sick and I'm suddenly no longer hungry. Fuck this. I can't do this shit. I'd rather my dick fall off from non-use than to get my ass in this situation again.

A ping pulls me out of my pitiful thoughts and I look at the screen in my car. It's a text from my brother.

*Tomorrow is a go.*

Ah, so she's coming? I'm not about to let her see me sweat. If she can move on so quickly, so can I. Game on, Miss Steele.

XxXxXx

It's ten minutes until my brother, Kate, and Anastasia are supposed to show and I find myself pacing in the kitchen. I am anxious and I don't know why. I shouldn't care. I already told myself I can't do this vanilla shit. I need to just let Anastasia go and either completely cut ties with her or try to be civil when Kate brings her around. Elliot has never kept a long term relationship, so I shouldn't have to worry about it much longer. Once Kate is out of the picture, so will Anastasia.

Taylor comes from somewhere in the apartment to notify me that they have entered the garage. I give him a nod and tell him to retire for the night.

I force myself to stay in the kitchen until I hear the bell on the elevator and the doors opening, before I make my way towards them.

"Christian?" Elliot calls into the great room.

"Yea." I answer, seeing them come into view. My eyes meet Anastasia's almost instantly and my breath leaves me. I'm affected more than I want to be. Her cheeks redden and she looks down at her heels, making me feel a little better. I obviously still affect her, too. I feel a pull towards her and I have to force myself to stop and keep my distance.

"Let me get your coats, ladies." My brother announces, a small grin on his face. I guess I've been gawking too long.

"I'll take them." I tell him, reaching out to grab Kate's first. I turn towards Anastasia and the smell of her knocks me in my face. My first thought is to throw her over my shoulder and give my brother and his girlfriend the one fingered salute on the way to my bedroom, but I can't. She slips off her white peacoat and what she has on underneath, I find sexy. A red tanktop with sequins, black jeans and fiery red heels to match. I love red. My eyes drift to the top of my stairs quickly before they return to Anastasia to take her jacket.

I go to the coat closet close to the kitchen and hang them on the hook and hear footsteps behind me.

"What do you want to drink girls?" Elliot calls out to them. I shut the door and make my way across the kitchen to help my brother.

"Whatever you're having." Kate answers, and I hear the tapping of footsteps before she appears.

Anastasia doesn't answer and against my better judgement, I go to ask her. I find her standing at one of the large glass windows, hugging herself. When I'm close, she turns.

"What would you like to drink, Anastasia?"

She shrugs. "Anything is fine, Christian. Thank you." She turns back to the window and I find myself standing next to her.

"It's beautiful at night."

I see a small smile form on her lips from her reflection in the glass. "It is. It's peaceful up here."

I shrug. "It's alright."

She lets out a giggle and shakes her head. "It's amazing, Christian. I'm sure you pay a bundle to stay here. You should appreciate how beautiful it is."

Maybe she's right. The past has defiled the beauty of the place for me. "I get sick of these plain white walls."

She turns and looks over the apartment. "Then change it."

I find myself looking around the room with her. Change it. Seems simple enough. Maybe adding some color will liven up the place and help destroy all the memories of my past life.

"Ana!" Out of the corner of my eye I see her startle a bit and then start her way towards Kate. "What do you want to drink?"

I watch her from behind, her ass swaying as she walks, only making me want her more. Stop it.

"Whatever is fine." She answers, taking a beer from Elliot. "This is great. Thank you, Elliot."

XxXxXx

Elliot and I decide to start, while the girls get comfortable on the couch against the wall, facing the pool table. He begins to rack them up and I busy myself with unbuttoning my sleeves, rolling them up my arms. I hear a sharp exhale of air from across the pool table and look up to see Anastasia staring at me. Her lip is between her teeth and she's watching my fingers as they work rolling up my sleeves. That's right, baby. Drink it up. I often think of my good looks as a curse, but I'm quite enjoying the affect I have on stubborn, sassy Miss Steele.

Her eyes raise to mine and I cock my eyebrow at her, signaling that I caught her, and she immediately looks away and takes a swig of her beer. She might try to act nonchalant, but that sweet pink tinging her cheeks tells a different story.

"Why don't we make this interesting..." Elliot states, grinning up at me as he finishes racking the balls.

I cock an eyebrow. "As in a bet?"

He gives me a nod. "Exactly."

I look at him, uncertain. I haven't played him in over a year and I don't know how much he's been practicing. "What are the stakes?"

Elliot rubs his hands together and then strokes his chin, pretending to ponder. "Hmm...if I win...you buy me a shiny new sports car."

I laugh. He's been trying to get me to buy him one for two years. He's a fucking lunatic on the roads with his damn truck, I'd hate to see him in something that really moves. "And if I win?"

He shrugs. "You pick."

I think about it for a minute. I know he can't afford something like that, but I do know something I need done and it would be nice to have Elliot deal with it for me. "If I win, you have every single car of mine detailed."

His eyebrows raise. "Interior and exterior?"

I roll my eyes. "Of course. What's the fucking point?"

He eyes me for a second, chewing his lip. I know he's doing the math on how much it might cost. Finally, he sighs and holds out his hand. "Deal."

"I play winner!" Kate states, bouncing in her seat. Does Kate even know how to play?

It's a fucking long game, both of us are on each others tails and on my last fucking shot, I scratch. Elliot shoots his balls with ease into the pockets and I'm officially out a hundred grand.

Elliot gives me a smug smile and holds his hand out to shake mine. I reluctantly shake his. "I'll take a Maserati... Granturismo. Red."

My eyes widen. "You've got to be fucking kidding me!" That's more expensive than my R8.

He shrugs. "You shook on it, bro."

I throw myself down on the couch, annoyed, while Kate jumps up to take my place. Anastasia looks up at me and then scoots over, putting a little more distance between us. I'm not sure if I should be offended or smug about this. She doesn't want to be close to me, but is it because I affect her so much?

"Alright, baby. What are we betting?"

Oh, fuck no. I already know where this is leading.

When Kate says nothing, he continues. "If I win, you give me a blowjob."

She rolls her eyes. "And if I win, you will quit trying to convince me to do butt stuff."

I hear Anastasia start to giggle beside me. "You know that you're never going to win, right?"

Kate scowls at her. "Piss off, Steele! You can play Christian!" Should I take offense to that? I can't help, but be amused by Anastasia's sudden pout and the folding of her arms.

What should I bet? I run my thumb back and forth across my lip while I brainstorm. Can she play pool? Should I go easy on her? Looking over at her, I see that she's chewing that full bottom lip of hers and her eyes are downcast. She's nervous. I wonder what she'll wager. Suddenly, I can't wait for Kate and Elliot's game to be over.

Kate loses quickly, only managing to get two balls in the pockets the whole game. I'm hoping Anastasia plays like her best friend.

"Your turn." Kate looks glum as she hands Anastasia the pool stick.

She takes her place on the couch and I rise, as well, taking my brother's stick.

Anastasia begins to fetch the balls out of the pockets and I help her.

"I'll break." She tells me as I roll the balls towards her end. She racks them up and chalks the end of her stick and I realize quickly that she knows much more about pool than Kate does.

"Wait just a second, Anastasia. What are we betting?" I'm not letting her out that easy.

She gives me a sweet smile. "You tell me."

I scratch my chin with my thumbnail. "If I win, you see me on Wednesday." What the fuck am I thinking? Not two hours ago, I was telling myself I can't do this vanilla shit.

She cocks her eyebrow, her smile falling and her eyes darken...but it isn't from arousal. She looks pissed.

"And if I win, we remain friends."

"Friends?" What the hell does that mean?

"JUST friends." She's giving me a look so cold, I swear it changes the air in the room. I hear Kate snicker behind me and I return Anastasia's cold look.

"Fine."

"You've got this, Ana. I'd hate for you to have to cancel your date that night because this asswipe wins."

I almost drop my pool stick.

"Date?" I hiss, looking at Anastasia. She looks at me and then at Kate, looking startled and uncomfortable.

"Yes, date." Kate speaks for Anastasia and I spin myself around to look at her. "You can't expect her to sit around all day waiting for you, can you?"

I feel like I've been hit in the gut.

"Kate, stop." Anastasia warns.

"Yea, take it easy." Elliot chimes in, but the damage is already done. Anastasia has a date.

She has a date and she wasn't going to tell me?

Fuck this. She. Is. Mine.

I turn back towards Anastasia and plaster a grin on my face. "Ready to play?"

She almost looks confused for a second, but nods. "Yes, I'm ready."

She bends over the table, her sweet little ass up in the air and I can't help, but enjoy the show.

"Sure you can play in those heels, Miss Steele?"

She turns her head towards me and cocks an eyebrow. "I can do many things in heels, Mr. Grey." Her head turns back to the table and she breaks, hitting both a solid and a stripe into the opposite corner pockets. I watch a smug grin form on her face as she stands and walks around the table with her head cocked to the side, taking in the placement. "I choose...stripes." She bends over and tries again, the ball missing the pocket just barely.

"Damn it." She hisses and straightens back up.

"Pity, Miss Steele."

She scowls at me and I give her a smirk back. I've got this.

I take my time, looking at my options, before making my way to her side of the table. She's looking down at the table and she's in my way. I can definitely use this to my advantage.

I step up as close behind her as I can without touching her and my nose ghosts over the shell of her ear. "Excuse me, Miss Steele."

She intakes sharply through her mouth and takes a couple steps to the side to allow me access to the table. I smile at her as she flushes. "Thank you."

I get two balls in before it's her turn again. I take a step back, letting her look over the table. She makes her way over to me and starts to bend right in front of me...and god-damn it if she doesn't scoot that hot ass back and right into me.

"You're in my way, Mr. Grey." She states, looking back at me. My palm is twitching and all I want to do it spank that ass she's shaking at me.

"My apologies, Miss Steele." I take a few steps back and lean against the wall, trying to look unfazed. Poseidon is trying to make himself known, but I quickly think of Elena and he retreats.

We spend the remainder of the game brushing up against each other and making snide comments. I'm down to two balls and she's down to four and she's up. I'm going to win and she's going to have to break that date with whatever fucker is trying to get his hands on her. It better not be the Bieber bastard.

I watch her as she pockets two, then the third, and then the last. What. The. Fuck. All she has left is the 8-ball and I'm finding myself tensing up. Before I realize what I'm doing, my hand flies out to grab the 8-ball that's on its way to the center pocket.

"Christian!" Anastasia barks at me.

"Go out with me on Wednesday." I urge. I'm panicking and I don't like it.

"No."

"Anastasia..." I'm warning her. She can't see any other fucker.

"I said no." She strides over to me, yanking the 8-ball out of my hand and drops it into the corner pocket. "I win."

I grit my teeth. "As you wish, Anastasia." We are staring each other down and my hands are squeezed into fists at my sides, trying to remain in control.

"Um...it's been fun, bro...but I think Kate and I are gonna' get going."

My gaze leaves Anastasia just in time to see them making their exit. When I look back at her, her face has softened and she's still looking at me.

Didn't they come together? "Are you leaving?" It comes out harsher than I mean it.

Her eyes drift to the door and she comes out of her stupor. "Oh, yes. Yes, I'm sorry." She places her pool stick on the table and hurries out of the room.

Why is everything so fucked up?

I stand there for a few seconds, breathing in deep through my nose and out through my mouth like Flynn has taught me. It only takes a few breaths before I feel in control enough to leave. Hopefully, I've given Anastasia enough time to leave.

The lights are off in the great room and I wonder if Gail turned them off for me. I do have a nasty habit of leaving things on. I decide to head to the kitchen for a bottle of water before trying to lie down when movement by the foyer catches my eye. Adrenalin surges through me and I turn my head quickly, finding a petite brunette in her red sequin shirt.

I stand, rooted to my spot, while I listen to the click of her heels as she makes her way over to me. She stops right in front of me and I look down at her. Her blue eyes are clear and sparkling with unshed tears and for some reason I find myself wanting to do the same. Her small, soft hands reach up to rest against the stubble on my cheeks and she pulls my face down to meet hers. Her lips meet mine and I immediately react, pulling her against me and holding the back of her head, taking the lead. We don't pull apart until we're oxygen starved and panting.

"Why?" I can't even form coherent sentences right now.

"I forgot my coat." She pants, gazing at my lips.

I smirk forms on my face. I've never loved a piece of clothing so much in my life. I lean back in and find her lips, picking her up by her ass. Her legs immediately wrap around my waist and her hands find my hair.

"Bed." She states mid-kiss.

I pull away from the kiss, but start towards the bedroom. "I thought we were friends."

She shrugs. "Maybe with a few benefits."

I chuckle and pull her face back to mine.

I kick the door to the bedroom closed and place her on her feet on the side of the bed. She steps out of her heels and begins to pull her shirt off her head, but I grab her hands.

"That is my job." Half of the fun is unwrapping her.

Her hands relax at her sides and I begin on ridding her of her black jeans, finding white cotton panties underneath. I look up at her and she smirks. "I didn't plan anyone seeing me."

I smile. "I like them."

Her tank top is next to go, revealing a plain, white strapless bra. Her underwear is simple, but she'd look beautiful in anything...and looks even better in nothing.

I reach behind her, unclasping her bra and let it fall to the floor as I back her up to the bed. She scoots herself over to the middle, laying her head on the pillows. I can't help, but stare at her while I rid myself of my clothes.

How should I take her tonight? I'd love to grip her ass while I plow into her... I grin at the thought and kick off my bottoms. Her eyes rake over my body, to my dick, and she licks her lips. I can only imagine what they'd feel like wrapped around me. I wonder if she'd ever be willing?

Not tonight, though. I want to bury myself in her.

"You look edible, Miss Steele." I tell her, crawling up the bed. "Let's have a taste." I pull her panties down her legs and throw them over my shoulder before parting her legs and dipping tongue into her slit. So wet, already. I hum in appreciation and continue on with my mission. Her legs spread even more and she bends them, putting her feet flat on the bed. I settle my body between her legs and take my time, working her up and then slowing, letting her build-up fade.

*Ana's POV*

How is he so good at this? I'm wound up so tight, my body is begging for release, but he keeps denying me.

I reach down and tug on his hair. "Oh, Christian...please." I know I'm begging, but I don't care. I'm ready to explode.

His tongue stops and he pulls his face away from me."What do you want, Anastasia? Tell me."

I whimper. Do I really have to say it? The cocky ass is definitely enjoying this. If I don't answer, I'll never get a release.

"I want to come."

His lips are on me again and he starts sucking on my clit, making my body convulse and I cry out.

So good. "Please, don't stop!" My grip tightens in his hair, keeping him in place and I feel the tip of his tongue flick against me and I'm a goner.

"Mmm, Christian!" Oh, thank god.

He kisses his way up my body, but I'm shattered. How did I not know it could feel this good? His teeth find my neck and he nips and sucks hard, marking me. I want to contest, but I'm still recuperating from my orgasm.

He reaches into his nightstand drawer and produces a condom. "I'm going to fuck you now. Roll over."

Huh? "What?"

His hands are on my hips and suddenly, I'm being flipped over. "Oh, god...you aren't going to do butt stuff, are you?"

I hear him laugh behind me and I can't help, but grin. I love his laugh.

"No, Miss Steele." He yanks back on my hips. "On your knees. Head down." I feel his palm pressing against my shoulder blades and for some strange reason, it turns me on even more.

I feel him push himself into me, a little at a time and my eyes roll back into my head as pleasure shoots from my core to my limbs.

"Incredible." I hear him murmur. He grips my bum with both hands and starts to pick up speed.

"Oh, wow." It's faster than last time, but it's freaking phenomenal.

"You won't go on that date." I states, slamming into me and making me cry out.

"What?" What the hell is he talking about? I try to look back at him, but he presses his palm into my back again.

"Stay." His thrusts slow and I almost whine.

I relax back against the pillow and try to focus on my words. "What are you talking about?"

He thrusts hard and I moan in delight. Keep going.

"The date...Wednesday. You aren't going." His thrusts become harsher and faster.

"I..." I'm panting. He feels too good. What was I trying to say? "I don't have a date."

"What?" He stops.

"No! Don't stop!" I want to cry. His hips start moving again and I let out a long moan. "Kate lied. I didn't know she was going to say it."

"Why?" He's pissed.

"Maybe to get a rise? I don't know. Harder, Christian." I know I sound demanding, but I'm still hoping he listens.

He picks up speed and pistons into me and I'm a goner. He holds me up by wrapping an arm around my waist while I come and I feel him lengthen and contract before he comes himself.

I feel so relaxed and sated, I know I could fall asleep right here. My eyes start to close, but I force them open and sit up. I can't stay.

While he disposes of the condom I begin to get dressed. He slides into bed and watches me.

"You're leaving?" He asks.

I pick up my shirt and look at him. "Yes, I can't stay."

He shakes his head and pulls the duvet down. "Stay."

He wants me to stay. My first thought is to throw my clothes back onto the floor and jump in, but on second thought, I decide to give him a taste of his own medicine.

"I can't."

His eyebrows knit together. "Why? We can talk."

I snort. Now he wants to talk? "We're friends, remember?"

He rolls his eyes. "So, you won't stay with me after we fuck, but you'll cozy up to the blond fucker in public?"

What. The. Hell. "You followed me?"

He rolls his eyes. "I didn't follow you. I went to get some lunch and saw you curled up together."

It's my turn to roll my eyes. "Oh, please. We've been over this. He's just a friend."

"You're like that with all your male friends?"

Crap. "Well...no."

"We can't keep doing this if you are going to fuck other men. I do not share, Anastasia."

"I am not fucking any other men, Christian! I've barely fucked you!"

"Barely?" He questions. "I thought I was pretty thorough. Do I need to try again?"

I take a step back. "No, Christian. I need to go."

He pulls at his hair. "Are you finding a pattern, Anastasia?"

My eyebrows knit together.

"Every time we see each other, you're so quick to get rid of me. Why?"

I sigh. We can keep this up all night, but then he'd win with keeping me here. I need to leave. I need to keep...or try to keep anyway...my feelings out of this. I know I can't deny him physically, not that I want to, but he has intimacy issues and I don't trust him. I can't be left broken. I've seen my mother broken too many times to want to go through it myself.

"I'm leaving, Christian."

Seeing the look on his face makes my heart hurt. I have to look away. I busy myself with slipping on my shoes and turn around before I change my mind.

"Enjoy your night, Christian."

"Let me walk you out." I hear movement on the bed and I stop at the door.

"Fine."

I hear drawers being opened and look over my shoulder to see him pulling on some pajama bottoms. He escorts me to the kitchen to get my coat and helps slip it on before we continue to the elevator.

He hits the button and turns to me, pulling me to him. I can't help myself; I relax into his embrace.

"Have a good night, Anastasia. Text me when you get home?"

Unable to deny him that much, I nod.

He gives me a sweet kiss as the elevator doors open and I step inside. They begin to close and I can see him start to panic.

"Wednesday...please." He's pleading with me.

I nod. "Okay." I answer, and manage to catch the small smile that forms on his face before the doors close.