Reese held her breath as she watched the ballpoint pen glide across the final cream-colored page of the contract. She had done it. Not only was this the only house she had ever sold during a broker's open event, but she had sold it before it was officially released on the market. A faint smile spread across her lips as she reached for the document and looked it over. She sucked in the cool air and exhaled deeply. It had been such a challenging ordeal, but she could finally stand there feeling accomplished. Christian and his buyer shook hands and exchanged positive affirmations. It was done.

"And thank you also Mrs. Sutherlin. I—"

"It's Ms." Christian interrupted, cutting his eyes from Mr. Peterson to stare in Reese's direction.

Reese met his intense stare, her eyes burned into his. She could sense a slight annoyance in his voice towards Mr. Peterson's assumption but nevertheless, she could speak for herself. "Yes," she said softly, "It's Ms."

"Oh," he said surprised, "I just assumed that someone as beautiful as you would have been spoken for," he smirked.

"You would think," she chuckled coyly.

"Why aren't you?"

"I guess, I haven't really found the one," she sighed.

"Maybe you've been looking in all the wrong places," he smirked.

"You might not be wrong," she smiled shyly.

"Ahem," Christian cleared his throat, "Mark I thought you had another engagement to get to," he said firmly.

"Right," Mr. Peterson chuckled uncomfortably, avoiding Christian's piercing stare.

Reese glanced over at Christian who looked quite bothered by the exchange. He pressed his lips together, hard, as if he was trying to keep himself from excessive word vomit. He knew his temper could potentially void the sale for her. Instead, he narrowed his eyes at her, urging her to wrap up the conversation before he exploded.

"Over the next couple of days, we will process the paperwork. If there's anything that myself or the Redwood Group could do to further assist you Mr. Peterson, please don't hesitate to call," she said handing him her card.

"How about dinner," he smiled taking her card.

"No," Christian said firmly, his voice echoing in the half empty foyer.

"I—I'm sorry Mr. Peterson," she paused," flashing a look over at Christian, "but I don't date clients," she continued clearing her throat.

"That's too bad, who knows what you would have found," he said flashing a toothy grin, turning his attention back to Christian, "Mr. Grey, always a pleasure," he said nodding his head before turning to leave.

Christian's silence broke as the door slammed behind Mr. Peterson. "I think you enjoy provoking me."

"Provoking you?" she laughed softly, "what have I done now?"

Christian groaned deeply, appraising her, "I told you," he said roughly, walking towards her "everything you do provokes me."

"It sounds like," she paused, "and let me know if I'm right, but there's not much I can do about that," she said playfully.

"Oh, but you can," he said pulling her into him.

"Enlighten me," she whispered, brushing her lips over his playfully.

She didn't know what had come over her, perhaps it was her finally selling the Melrose mansion or finally closing the chapter with Collin or even the slight dimple that appeared in Christian's left cheek when he clenched his jaw, seemingly jealous and annoyed at her exchange with Mr. Peterson. Whatever the reason, she was fully prepared to give into his antics.

"What am I going to do with you," he mumbled, clenching his jaw slightly.

"I'm sure you'll figure something out," she smiled playfully, pulling away from him, "Now, what should we do to celebrate?"

"How about dinner," he teased.

"Jealous much," she said pulling her hair out of her tight bun, looking over her shoulder at him.

"Not at all Ms. Sutherlin," he smirked, "besides, I knew you weren't going anywhere," he added smugly.

"What makes you think that?"

"Because, even if you haven't admitted it yet, you're right where you want to be."

"Hmm, Christian don't get so besides yourself," she emitted a sarcastic laugh, "Now, your thoughts on celebrating?"

"I think we can celebrate right here," he smirked, "It seems fitting."

"Sure," she said.

"Good, follow me," he said firmly, turning abruptly.

"Christian," Reese said as she quickened her pace, "where are we going now?"

Christian led her up the stairs to the end of the hallway to the familiar large sunken in door. Reese could feel her heart beating inside her ears; it was so loud she thought Christian could hear it as he turned to look at her.

"I thought you got rid of this," Reese said softly.

"I can't get rid of a room," he paused, "only the things in it. Open the door," he said softly moving to the side.

Reese tried the doorknob and slowly pushed it open. No smell of leather. No suspension ropes. No torture table. There was still however soft lighting throughout the room and a bed in the center of the room covered in rose petals and a serving board placed in the middle of what used to be the torture table with assorted fruit, chocolate and champagne.

"What is all this?" Reese stammered.

"Well," Christian said easing into the room behind her, "I realized my approach was a little too forth coming. I wanted another chance. A chance to be gentle, with you."

Reese swallowed hard, a tremor running through her entire body. He had planned this moment. She could tell how the petals were strategically placed in a trail leading to the bed and the vanilla scented candles burned brightly in the background.

"You planned for this, didn't you? She said turning on her heel to face him.

"I had hoped for it," he said scooping her into his arms, planting a soft kiss on her lips.

His lips were intrusive, sucking all the air within her. His breathing quickened as did hers. He began nuzzling her neck with delicate kisses. So faint, they were whispers. She didn't dare to pull herself away from him, not this time. Her limp body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Keep still," he said roughly in between kisses.

Reese obeyed, trying to keep her body still under his demanding lips. She could feel him grab her hips, nudging her upwards to wrap her legs around his waist. He continued to kiss her, and every kiss obliterated every thought in her mind as he walked over to the bed, laying her down gently. He stepped back, appraising her as he began to unbutton his shirt and licked his lips seductively.

"Take off your clothes," he commanded.

Reese could feel blood flood her cheeks as she melted under his gaze. She scooted towards the end of the bed and stood slowly, removing the straps of her dress. As her dress fell to the ground, revealing her lithe physique, Christian's eyes beamed with amusement.

"Do you like what you see," Reese said gently.

"Very much," he said softly.

Reese stood confidently as a triumphant smile spread across her lips. She knew he wanted her and she in return wanted him. She could no longer withstand the sexual tension between them. Christian quickly removed his clothes and moved closer towards her.

"This is new for me," he cleared his throat, "Normally, I would attack your flesh… violently," he paused with a smirk, "but I want to be gentle. Why don't you start," he said softly.

Reese moved closer to him, her nipples hardening against his chiseled chest. She watched as he clenched his jaw, restraining himself from throwing her to the bed and taking it. This amused her as she traced her fingertips along his upper arms. Her fingers traced the muscles in his chest, to his abdomen, and his hip bone. She paused and smiled playfully at him, teasing him. He pushed her hand lower, shoving himself into her hand. Her eyes widened and he smiled devilishly.

"Too much," he asked softly.

"Not at all," she teased.

Reese grasped him completely, tugging him skillfully. It was so big and grew with each playful tug. Christian closed his eyes as she moved up and down his length. She could feel his hips flex as he pushed further into her hand. Reese continued to please him, lowering herself to her knees in front of him. As she wrapped her lips around him, Christian jolted back surprised at the warmth of her mouth.

"Reese," he said firmly, "If you do that, I won't be able to control myself."

"Maybe I want you to lose control," she smirked, once again wrapping her lips around him sucking him hard and swallowing him completely repeatedly. She gently nibbled the tip before pulling him deeper into her mouth until he hit the back of her throat.

"Be mine," he growled, thrusting into her mouth continuously.

Reese looked up at him, eyes bright and watery as she gagged on him and nodded.

"Yes?" he raised his brow.

Reese pulled away from him, gasping for air. "Yes, I'll be yours."

"Good," he smiled, lifting her to her feet, "we'll go over the rules later but for now I want you to lay on the bed," he motioned behind her.

"What happened to being gentle," she laughed laying on the bed.

"I did warn you that I wouldn't be able to control myself," he said mounting her.

Christian's body loomed over hers, his erection stabbing her belly button as he placed feather-like kisses on her neck and collarbone repeatedly. He pushed his body further against hers, parting her thighs wider allowing him to stroke his tip against her throbbing bud.

"Fuck baby, you are so wet for me," he exclaimed.

"Are you going to keep playing with me," Reese said trailing her fingertips up his side, "It's not nice to tease."

"You've been torturing me since the moment I laid eyes on you," he said as he continued to tease her with his tip.

"Please Christian," she begged.

"Say it again."

Please Christian," she moaned louder this time.

He groaned, satisfied with her response pushing his lower half onto her core harder, entering her completely. His swollen erection ripped through her moist folds and she could tell by his groan that he was immediately relieved. He thrusted slow and gentle and she rolled her hips against his core.

"You're so tight baby. Wrap your legs around me," he said nudging at her legs.

Reese did as she was told, allowing him to fall deeper inside her. The adjustment made it easier for him to ease in and out of her and with each moan he was encouraged to thrust harder, deeper, and faster.

"Christian," she panted.

"Hmm," he grunted.

"I think I'm going to come," she said breathlessly.

He's silent but his body begins to thrust violently into hers. Warm sensations encapsulate her as waves of electricity pulse strongly between her thighs; her body writhing beneath him.

"Come for me baby," he whispers in her ear, "I'm going to come with you."

"Wait," she pleads.

He thrust his hips again causing her to arch her back and cry out. She is relieved, panting breathlessly and quivering beneath him. A triumphant smile tugs at the corners of his lips before he pulls out, collapsing next to her.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes," she said softly.

He leaned over and planted a kiss on her forehead, "Get some rest, I'm not through with you," he said roughly, getting up and heading to the bathroom.

Reese fell back onto the pillows and a smile swept across her lips. She was his now, finally.