A/N: This chapter I want to give a shout out to Helen Koutsis Hadjia (MistressH) for helping me brainstorm! It would have taken me longer to get this out if it wasn't for her!

Christian's alarm goes off, startling him awake. Smacking the alarm clock to silence it, he stretches and relaxes back against his pillow, a smile still playing on his lips from the night before. He slept so well...so deeply. He can't remember a time when he slept so peacefully. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out like a light and he hadn't seemed to move an inch the whole night. His body is so relaxed; it's thankful for the long sleep.

The door to his bathroom door opens and Anastasia comes waltzing out of it, already dressed in one of her outfits she leaves in his closet. Her long extensions are straight and pulled up into a ponytail and her makeup is light like it always is.

"Hey, look who's finally up!" Anastasia gives him a smile and leans in, pressing her lips to his. "Thank you for last night."

He hums. "It was my pleasure."

She giggles and slips her feet into the heels he threw across the room the night before. "I'm heading to work. Pick you up at 12:30 for lunch?" The two take turns dropping by each other's work to pick each other up for lunch and today is her turn.

"Yep. I'll be ready. Maybe we can stop into the sex shop you enjoy so much." He gives her a cheeky grin.

She rolls her eyes. "You wish, Grey. 12:30." She reiterates, making sure he doesn't forget. Sometimes he digs deep into work and forgets the time.

"Yes, love. 12:30."

As she makes her way through the bedroom, he launches himself to the foot of the bed and grabs her wrist to stop her, pulling her in for another kiss. She giggles into the kiss and pulls away. "You stink. Take a shower." She pecks his lips again and her eyes flick down to take in his naked body quickly, before heading for his door.

Smiling, he watches her sexy little hips sway as she disappears down the hall. He lays back against his pillows, his arms behind his head and sighs. He could get used to this.

XxXxXx

There is a pep in Christian's step as he makes his way into work and the smile on his face seems to be infectious. Every person that he looks at seems to return his smile, making his great mood even better.

"Good morning, Andrea. Great day, isn't it?"

"Good morning, Mr. Grey. Um, sure." Looking out the window, Andrea sees that it's storming outside. A storm isn't her idea of a great day, but if her boss is in a good mood, it'll make her job a lot easier. "Would you like your coffee, sir?"

"Yes, that'd be great, Andrea. Thank you."

"Oh. You're welcome!" She's surprised by his chipperness. He must have remembered his manners this morning. "Don't forget that you have a meeting with Ms. Bailey before lunch, Mr. Grey."

Ah, yes. He had almost forgotten. Ros has been complaining that his agenda is too full for her to even get a second to talk to him, so she ended up penciling herself in today. "Just send her in whenever she's ready."

"Will do."

Christian gives Andrea a smile and heads into his office to fire up his computer and look over the material for his meeting with accounting this morning to review the budget for this quarter. Management seems to be eating away at the budget quicker than normal and he wants to look over the spending to find out why.

XxXxXx

The door to Christian's office opens and he looks up from his computer to see Ros making her way in.

"Don't you ever knock?"

"Nice to see you, too, C." Ros has a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk. "It's a little disheartening that your VP has to pencil herself in just to see you."

Christian shrugs. "I've been busy, Ros. You've never had a problem emailing me before. Why is it that you need to make an appointment now?"

"We need to go to Detroit."

His heart immediately sinks into his stomach. "No."

"Come on, C. We have to."

"I said no. You go without me." Just the thought of stepping foot back in that disgusting city makes him want to wretch. There is nothing, but devastation there for him. Nothing good can come from there.

"Christian… it's important. We need to go."

"Why is it so important?"

"Why is such a big deal to you? You've never had a problem with flying out to any of the other companies."

Christian knows he can't tell Ros why he despises Detroit so much. It's none of her god-damned business anyway.

"Just answer my question, Ros."

"Because the numbers aren't adding up. The owners sent us their books and accounting has looked them over. The amount of trade that they're doing and the amount of revenue they're receiving isn't adding up. Something is going on, Christian. We need to go down there ourselves and look into it."

"Why is this so important? If it doesn't add up, then tell them to fuck off and leave it."

"We've got so many shipping yards around the U.S. Christian, but none are on the Canadian side. This shipyard could open up so many opportunities for us in Canada. This could fast track our food trade, making it cheaper, allowing our consumers to have fresher ingredients."

"Aren't there any others to take hold of?"

Ros shakes her head.

Fuck. She knows how to work Christian's soft spots to her advantage. GEH owns a meal prep delivery service that is completely customizable to each person or family. For each meal that the consumer orders, one is sent to a family in need around the United States. If this shipyard really is going to be that profitable, it's possible that they can ship even more meals to families in need with each meal plan.

"When do we go?" Christian feels completely defeated.

Ros gives him a large smile. "If we leave tonight or early in the morning, we could spend Thursday and Friday there and be back for the weekend."

Christian shakes his head, unhappy with this situation. "Fine. Whatever."

Realizing that Christian's mood has plummeted, Ros makes her way out of his office without another word. He's agreed and that's all that matters. She knows to steer clear when his mood is like this.

Christian sits there with a lump in his throat. Every memory he has of that place hurts. His mother did nothing, but neglect him and her pimp did nothing, but throw him around and use him as an ashtray. When Christian stopped crying when he was beat, it pissed the fucker off enough to tie Christian to a chair and make him watch as he beat the shit out of his mother and raped her while she was unconscious. The pimp got him to cry that day, but after that, he didn't cry again until he was twenty years old, when his mom was in a severe car accident and almost didn't make it. Thankfully, she made a full recovery and only carries a few scars and some arthritis in her knees from it.

He swallows hard. He refuses to cry over Detroit. He swore never again. He knows its illogical for him to be so upset over a city. The abuse would have happened no matter what city they lived in, but he can't help, but feel that Detroit is tainted. He needs to call Flynn.

He buries his face in his folded arms on the table and tries to clear his mind. He can't let this news ruin the good mood he's been in all day. Last night couldn't have been more perfect and he doesn't want the afterglow to be ruined by something as ridiculous as this.

"Christian?"

He lifts his head when he hears Anastasia's voice. "Hey."

Anastasia frowns. Christian looks upset. "What's wrong?"

He shrugs. He doesn't want to admit how much this is affecting him.

"Don't be like that. You make me tell you what's wrong, now it's your turn." She comes around to his side of the desk and shimmies herself in so that she's sitting on his lap. "I'm not moving until you tell me what's on your mind."

He snorts. "Like that's going to get me to talk."

She picks up his hand and places it on her stomach. "Tell us what's wrong. We want to make it better."

He rubs her stomach. "The baby thing isn't going to work, Anastasia. This isn't something I'd ever want my child to hear."

Anastasia's heart plummets. Something is really wrong.

She stands and turns, straddling his thighs so that she can give him her full attention. She cups his face in both hands and forces him to look at her.

"Tell me, Grey. Now."

He searches her eyes and then sighs, leaning his forehead against hers. Having Anastasia so near is helping the sourness in his stomach.

She releases his face and wraps her arms around his neck, resting them on his shoulders. "I'm right here. Please, talk to me. I want to make it better."

Christian's hands run up and down her back. "Ros demands that we go to Detroit."

"Oh, Christian." Anastasia presses a kiss to his nose and hugs him close. She knows just how devastating the abuse that he suffered was. She also knows how strong of a person he is for rising above it. "You have to go?"

"It's looking like it."

She sighs and pulls back just enough to look at him. "You are such a strong soul, Christian. The devastation you went through would have sent any person, let alone child, to the psych ward or prison, but you were strong enough...brave enough...to push through it and rise above where you came from. You could have so easily followed in their footsteps, but you've become such a beautiful human being. It's okay to be apprehensive about it. It's okay to feel how you feel about that place."

"I've spent so much time in therapy over this, Ana. Why the fuck am I freaking out like this? So much money and time went into all of this...and for what? For me to clam up?"

Anastasia shakes her head. "It's natural, Christian. Your therapy has done so much for you. Don't just shrug it off, beau. Therapy works. Just imagine how hard it'd be if you didn't have all the therapy you did."

Christian frowns. "I suppose you're right."

"I'm always right."

Her comment brings a small smile to his face. She can't contain her own smile. "Would you like me to come with you?"

He exhales sharply. "You'd do that?"

"Of course, I would. You've done so much for me, Christian. I want to be there for you. I want to ease you in any way I can."

He licks his lips. "What about work?"

"I can work from the hotel." She runs her hands over the front of his shirt. "What do you say?"

Christian snorts. "I say hell yea."

Anastasia giggles and presses a quick kiss to his lips. "I promise to be here for you, every step of the way."

Her giggle goes straight to his dick and it begins to swell. There's no way he can hide it with the way Anastasia is sitting.

"Oh…" Anastasia's eyes flick down to their laps before her eyes meet his again. "Looks like I've found a way to ease you already." She slides her hips closer and grinds them against his erection. She nuzzles his nose and he raises his chin to catch her lips. He needs her.

While they kiss, her hands wander down his front until she finds his belt. She begins to work his belt first, then unbuttons and unzips his pants so that she can get to her goal.

"Skin, Ana." He mumbles against her lips, reaching behind her to pull the zipper of her dress down. She slips her arms out of her sleeves and he pushes her dress down until it rests in a rumpled mess along her waist. He reaches around her to release her breasts from her bra, but she puts a finger up.

"Wait."

Leaning back, she reaches for his desk, hitting the button hidden underneath that automatically locks his door. His door gives a satisfying click and she faces him. "Continue."

Laughing, he presses his lips to hers again and unsnaps her bra with one hand, allowing it to fall away from her pretty body. He groans at the sight.

Christian palms at her breasts while Anastasia makes quick work with the buttons on his shirt so that she can get her hands on his skin. She aches to touch every inch that she can. When she has it unbuttoned, she pushes it open and runs her hands over his taut muscle. Her right hand continues to wander down and squeezes his large bulge.

"I need this."

"Don't need to tell me twice." He lifts his hips just enough to pull his bottoms down past his erection and Anastasia holds onto the arms of the chair to steady herself while he maneuvers. Once he relaxes, Anastasia reaches under her dress and pulls her panties to the side, shuffling forward and sinking down onto his length.

"Oh, fuck yes…" Christian's head falls back against his chair. This is exactly what he needs.

Anastasia's arm finds its way around his neck while the other plasters itself to his chest. "Absolutely." She begins to move on top of him, biting her lip to try to keep herself quiet. She needs to mind her mouth here. She just hopes she can.

He reaches below her dress and grabs her asscheeks, coaxing her to move faster. "Bounce, baby."

She gives him a salacious grin. "Don't need to tell me twice."

He chuckles at her words, but it's cut short when Anastasia begins to do exactly what he said.

"Yes, Ana, yes…" He watches her bounce on top of him, riding him hard, and grips her ass harder. Her breasts are bouncing freely, her head is back, her eyes closed, and her mouth has fallen open. She's the sexiest thing he's ever encountered. He begins to wonder how he managed to stay away from her for so long. He's missed so much time... so many opportunities... with her. He refuses to let this stop. He needs this. Needs her. He can't continue without her.

Anastasia leans forward and wraps her arms around him, pressing her forehead to his. Her bouncing slows and she begins to grind back and forth against him, moaning at the intense friction they're creating. "You feel like Heaven, Christian."

He hums. "That's right, baby. Don't forget it." He squeezes her asscheek and then smacks it hard.

She moans out. "Oh, yes… again…" She urges him, hugging him closer to her. The sting feels good mixed with the pleasure of the friction.

"Fuck, you're incredible." He spanks her again and then immediately spanks the opposite cheek.

"Christian, I'm going to come."

"Come, baby." He flexes his hips into her and it pushes her over the edge.

Whimpering, she bites down on the junction between his neck and shoulder, trying to stifle herself.

Christian cries out as her teeth sink into his flesh and he begins to convulse under her, shooting deep inside of her. "Fuck, Ana!"

She giggles into his neck, slumped against him. "Feel better?"

"Immensely. I can't get my fill of you, baby." He could take her over and over again.

Her lips press against his pulse point. "Me, either. Sex with you is just… yummy."

He chuckles. "Yummy?"

Anastasia nods against his neck. "Absolutely delicious."

He lets out a grunt. "I agree. You're delicious."

She can feel her cheeks heat up at his comment.

"When do we head to Detroit."

Christian's chest gives a pang of hurt. "You just had to bring that up, didn't you?"

Sitting up straight, she looks at him. "I'm sorry, Christian. I just need to know when to be ready."

"We'll probably leave tonight after dinner. We'll come back this weekend. It's about a four hour flight, so we'll head to the hotel to sleep as soon as we get there."

"Does that mean I can wear leggings and a hoodie?"

His eyebrow cocks. "You mean my hoodie?"

She shakes her head. "Possession is nine-tenths of the law, Grey. It's mine."

A grin forms on his face. "Okay." He might just have to steal it back from her.

"I don't like that look."

"What look?"

"That grin… it's an evil one."

"I have no idea what your talking about, my dear."

Anastasia sighs. "I better get back to the office to get everything packed up." She needs Hannah to cancel her appointments and switch some things around before heading home to pack. She begins to stand and winces. "Now I'm all sticky."

A grin forms on his face. He likes that she's covered with his mark. "Use the bathroom. Or I could always clean you up?" He'd love to wash his mark off of her with a warm washrag. He likes taking care of her.

She scrunches her nose. "I've got it. I need to straighten my dress anyway. Hopefully, it isn't too wrinkled." She doesn't need everyone looking at her and knowing what she did during lunch.

Luckily, when she gets to the bathroom, her dress ends up looking alright once she gets it straightened out. After using the restroom and making sure her hair is in place, she steps out and grabs her handbag.

"So, where to for lunch?" Christian is already fixed to perfection, looking completely unaffected by what just happened. No one would ever suspect a thing, looking at him. It annoys her how easily he can look so put together. She looks him over and a sick sense of satisfaction runs through her when she sees a bruise against his skin at the base of his neck.

"You might want to put a tie on." She taps at her own neck.

His hand goes up to cover the spot. "Savage." Opening his drawer, he pulls out a silver tie and wraps it around his neck to tie it.

"I don't have time for lunch, Grey. I need to get things in order for tonight."

"That will have to wait. Lunch first. You need to eat." Christian gives her a hard look and she sighs.

"A quick bite."

He snorts. "I believe you've already done that." He taps the spot on his neck, making her laugh. Although she hadn't done it on purpose, she's still proud of that mark.

"I never realized how much fun it is to bite."

He gives her a wink and slips on his suit jacket. "We'll grab something downstairs and I'll walk you back to work."

XxXxXx

Around midnight, they finally touch down in Detroit and Ros, Christian, Anastasia, and the CPO's head straight for the hotel to sleep.

Anastasia rests her head on Christians shoulder as they make their way towards the MGM Grand in Detroit. Andrea managed to grab him an executive suite with two rooms across the hall for Taylor and Sawyer, while Ros is booked in one of the luxury suites.

Christian finds Anastasia dozing as they make their way through the city and the sweetness of his pregnant girl sleeping on his shoulder helps his nerves. He hates Detroit already, but being out so late in the city makes him hate it even more. It feels dangerous to him; there are many run down parts of town and the drug and violence rates here are so high. He has to remind himself that every large city has their bad parts; it just bugs him more since his memories here are almost unbearable to relive. He is certain that he'll have nightmares tonight.

As they pull up to the front door, he presses his lips to Anastasia's head. "Love, we're here. Do you want me to carry you?"

Anastasia sits up and blinks. "No, I'll walk." She's sleepy, but not sleepy enough to have people stare while he carries her to bed.

Christian grabs his bag out of the back and allows Taylor and Sawyer to grab Anastasia and Ros' bags.

They're greeted by the concierge at the front desk and Christian gives her their names.

"Mr. Grey, you and the missus will be in the executive suite on the top floor." She states, handing him the key card.

Anastasia stands there, her mouth open and her eyebrows scrunched together. A part of her wants to give the woman a piece of her mind for automatically thinking that since they've come together that they're married, but she's too shocked by the somersault her stomach did when the woman said it. She still has butterflies over it.

Seeing Anastasia's face, Christian chuckles and wraps an arm around her waist. "She's pregnant, so we need to make sure that no one has smoked in that room."

The concierge woman shakes her head. "No, sir. It's non-smoking. I assure you that the room is fresh and the air clean."

Christian gives the woman a nod. "Great."

After Ros signs the paperwork for her room, they make their way to the elevator and then down the hall to their rooms. Ros' is halfway down the hall from their corner suite and Christian takes Anastasia's bag from Taylor so that they can retire to bed.

Christian opens the door for Anastasia and allows her to enter first. She looks over the suite on her way through.

"This is nice."

He takes a deep breath, searching for any sign of smoke. He smells nothing. Nodding, he agrees. "It'll do."

She rolls her eyes. "I'm tired. It's time for bed." Making her way through to the bedroom, her feet slow. "One bed?" Turning around, she raises an eyebrow.

He shrugs. "They didn't have any with two." Plus, he didn't want to sleep alone in this terrible city.

A part of her wonders if he did it on purpose, hoping they'd fall into bed again. She's too tired to think too much on it right now. Slipping her shoes off, she begins to turn down the bed.

"I want that side." Christian states, pouting.

"Too bad."

"But, it's the side with the USB port."

"You can survive without your phone two feet from you for a few hours."

"But-"

"No, buts."

"I see a butt."

She scowls at him. "And I see an even bigger one." She reaches down to grab the bottom of her Harvard hoodie and pulls it over her head, revealing a tank top. She throws the hoodie on the chair in the corner and reaches behind her, unclasping her bra. She sighs. "Oh, so good." Nothing is better than taking the bra off after a long day.

Christian licks his lips, his dick starting to inflate. Her nipples are hard and protruding through the thin material of her tank top and it's enticing. Anastasia seems not to notice his hard-on or maybe she's just too tired to care.

She climbs into the bed and relaxes back, sighing. "It's way past this pregnant lady's bedtime, beau. Get in bed so we can sleep."

After Christian plugs his phone in on the nightstand, he strips out of his clothing, leaving on his boxer-briefs, and slides into the side of the bed he didn't want. He had half a mind to grab her and flip the two of them over so that he had the spot he wanted, but with her being pregnant, he doesn't want to be too rough.

While trying to wait patiently for him to get ready for bed, Anastasia falls asleep. She's stirred awake when Christian pulls her closer to him and cuddles her, but it doesn't take but a few seconds for her to fall back to sleep.

XxXxXx

It's hard for Christian to leave the bed the next morning. Anastasia is curled up, sleeping peacefully and all he wants to do is curl up with her and fall back to sleep. She had woken him from nightmares three times in the short six hours he had to sleep and he's exhausted. He hates it here.

He, Ros, and Taylor have a quick breakfast down in the hotel restaurant before heading out to meet with accounting for the current shipyard. Unfortunately, they won't get to meet the owners until tomorrow. They're conveniently out of town today. This might work to Christian and Ros' advantage though. They'll be able to get the truth out of the employees instead of having the employees lie out of worry they'll risk their employment.

Christian and Ros spend the morning walking through the grounds, talking to the employees, and getting a good look at how the shipyard functions. Around 10:00 am they head into the main office building to speak to the accounting team. It's immediately obvious that the team, which consists for only four people, is trying to hide something.

Over and over, they question the team on where the money is going. It's disappearing somewhere, but they refuse to say. The team consists of all women and even when Christian tries to sweet talk them, none of them crack...although there is one that becomes so bashful that she becomes mute and can't lift her head the rest of the meeting.

They sit with the women for over an hour, trying to get any information they can out of them, but they get nothing. Christian hopes that when they come back tomorrow to meet with the owners that he'll have a chance to sift through their books a little better here. There has to be something that they excluded from the books they sent to GEH via PDF files.

Christian, Ross, and Taylor head back to the hotel feeling defeated and exhausted. Christian hopes that Anastasia will be willing to take a nap with him. He knows that she's probably deep into her work at the moment, but with any luck, he'll be able to pull her away long enough to nap for a couple hours. He doesn't think he'll be able to fall asleep without her.

He opens the door to their hotel room and throws the key card down on the table before making his way deeper into the room. He loosens his tie along the way and stops when he sees that the living room is empty. He continues onto the bedroom, unbuttoning the first two buttons of his shirt and the buttons on his sleeves.

The bedroom door is cracked and as he reaches up to push it open, he hears a moan, stopping him in his tracks. Listening harder, he hears a buzzing sound and another moan. His lips slowly raise into a grin. Anastasia is doing something naughty.

He pushes the door open quietly and enters, taking in his best friend laying on the bed pantie-less, her legs open wide, while she uses her vibrator to pleasure herself. He's rock hard within seconds.

As he makes his way closer, the movement catches Anastasia's eye, making her scream in surprise and clamp her legs shut as she tries to shut off her toy. "I thought you weren't going to be back until later!" Her face is crimson. She wishes the bed would just open up and swallow her whole.

Christian grabs the vibrator out of her hands and has a seat beside her. "I want to help. Open up."

She gives him an incredulous look. "Are you crazy?"

"Lower your voice and open your legs. Let me play." He inspects the buttons on the vibrator for a second and hits a few buttons, figuring out how it works. It begins to vibrate and he slips the tip of the vibrator into the crease between her thighs, shimmying it enough to touch her folds.

She moans and her legs betray her, relaxing and falling open so he can continue.

"Good girl." Christian moves so that he's sitting between her legs and runs the vibrator up and down her slit, making her wiggle to try to find some friction. He sees how wet she is and gently slips the vibrating shaft into her opening, pumping in and out.

Anastasia moans out his name.

"It's not as big as I am." Christian states, enjoying watching it disappear with each push in. "I'm glad." He wants to be the biggest thing that ever enters her.

She hums and flexes her hips back and forth.

"That's it, Ana." He becomes impossibly harder as he watches her fuck the vibrator. He presses it into her again and then pushes the base of it towards the bed, making the tip push against her front vaginal wall. He slowly begins to pull out and when she jerks and cries out, he knows he's found her sweet spot. With his wrist, he circles the toy inside of her, adding pressure to the front wall and then the back and front again, causing a grinding sensation against Anastasia's G-spot. Her thighs are jerking and she grips the sheets as he keeps making her cry out.

"That feel good, baby?"

She whimpers. "Don't stop!" She begs breathless. "Whatever you do, don't stop!"

Two more turns of his wrist and Anastasia comes violently, screaming and convulsing along the bed.

Christian slips the vibrator out of her as she comes down from her high, knowing how sensitive she'll be for a few minutes afterward.

"How?" Anastasia gasps, holding her hand over her chest. "How are you so good at this?"

He chuckles and leans down to press his lips to hers. "I'll take that as a compliment."

"Abso-fucking-lutely."

"I want you, Ana. I want you so fucking bad." His erection is painful.

She bites her lip and nods. "Please, Christian."

Grinning, he climbs off the bed and begins to disrobe. As he takes his phone out of his pocket, it begins to go off.

Fuck. It's Ros.

He sighs. "I need to take this."

Anastasia pouts as he answers the phone.

"What is it?" He practically barks into the phone.

"I got a call from the shipping house."

Anastasia pulls her legs up and lets them fall open, baring her bottom half to Christian. Her hand slips down her front and cups her center.

Christian squeezes his eyes shut, trying to stay logical long enough to get Ros off the phone. "So?" He hears Anastasia's soft gasp and his eyes pop open. Anastasia has begun to run her middle finger up and down her slit. When he meets her eyes, she's looking straight at him, her lip between her teeth and small smile playing on her lips. Tease.

"There are two employees that want to speak to us before the owners come back tomorrow."

Christian has a seat at the end of the bed between Anastasia's legs and pushes her hand out of the way, deciding he wants to play himself. Using his thumb, he begins to rubs circles around Anastasia's clit, making her moan softly.

"Okay? Then talk to them over the phone." There is no way in hell he's leaving Anastasia right now.

"I think it'd be best if we go back down there and see them face to face."

"That's not going to happen right now." Christian stops his circling and begins to stroke her clit up and down, using the pad of his thumb.

"Oh, Christian…" Anastasia moans out loudly, grinding against him.

"Is...is that Ana? Jesus Christ, Christian! You can't keep off of her for two minutes to speak to me?"

Christian bites back a laugh. "Have you seen her? Do you blame me?"

Ros sighs. "Goodbye, Christian."

Christian drops his phone to the bed. "You little minx." She did it on purpose.

Anastasia giggles. "She had her time with you. It's my turn, now. Fuck me, Christian."

XxXxXx

They lay in bed in their post-sex afterglow, cuddling. Anastasia feels so content like this. She loves laying naked with him...loves the way his hands wander around, caressing her body as they lay there. It makes her feel so beautiful. He doesn't even need to utter a word. She feels so confident being naked in front of him. The way he seems to savor each second of her nakedness makes her feel so empowered...like she's a goddess in her own right.

"What you said at Mia's party...you were right."

Her random admission confuses him. "What'd I say?"

"You said that if we ever had sex, that you'd ruin me for other men. You were right." Sex has never been so good. She didn't know it could be this good. Sure, she's heard others talk about mind-blowing sex, but she could never grasp the concept. A part of her wondered if they were just lying to brag. Sex has always felt good of course, but nothing mind-blowing. Not until now.

With Christian, he makes the whole experience mind-blowing for her. Just the way he treats her... craves her. He takes care of her, giving her one mind-shattering orgasm after another, filling her so completely that he makes her feel completely consumed by him. He already seems to know her body so well... knows where, when, and how to touch her. But it's more than that. The way he caresses her body, takes in her naked form, holds her...cuddles her… how gently he kisses her afterward. With Christian, it's far more than just sex. They care so deeply for each other that the experience is so extensive..so intense. It surpasses the time-frame of foreplay and sex. The way he takes care of her body, her mind, and her soul afterward. The way he took the time to ease her into sex their first night together… It's beautiful. They're beautiful. She sighs.

Feeling overcome with sudden emotion, she turns her head and presses a kiss to his chest.

Christian hums at the feel of her warm, soft lips against his chest. It feels good to be loved on. It feels good to be able to let go and let someone love on him. He craves the affection from Anastasia. He craves it so much that sometimes, it makes him feel like a neglected little boy who's found attention for the first time. He never wants it to stop. It makes him feel cherished and important. He can break down ever wall he has, for her. When it's just the two of them, he knows he doesn't have to be on red alert, worried some stranger or acquaintance will touch his no-touch zones. He can be completely naked with her and concentrate on touching her instead of concentrating on where he's going to be touched.

He had completely forgotten he said that to her at Mia's birthday party. He meant what he said though. Her admitting it to him makes his heart swell. It makes him feel invincible. He's the best she's ever had...so much so that no one seems to be able to compare. It means that this doesn't have to stop. He can continue to have her whenever he wants. No one else will get to watch her fall apart below them. No one else's name will be on her lips when she falls over the edge into a beautiful orgasm. She's all his. Now that she's carrying his child...now that he's had her...he refuses to share her with anyone. She belongs to him now and he absolutely belongs to her. Honestly, he probably always has... he's just been too afraid to admit it. Until now.

Anastasia presses another kiss to his chest and nuzzles into his chest hair. "You've gone quiet."

The right side of Christian's lips rise into a lazy smile. "I'm just basking in the afterglow of you admitting that I was right."

She grins at his joke and takes a deep, cleansing breath, breathing him in. He's her favorite smell in the world. When she breathes out, her whole body relaxes. She can feel sleep beginning to take hold. Her eyelids become incredibly heavy. She blinks, trying to keep them open, but quickly surrenders and allows them to shut.

"Ana?"

"Hmm?"

Christian buries his face in her hair and sighs. "I am so in love with you." He breathes the sentence, surprised by how easy it is to say. Afterward, though, his heart gives a nervous leap as he waits for a response. He gets none. "Ana?"

Looking down, he sees that her eyes are closed and her breaths are slow and deep.

She's fallen asleep.

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