My dear little broccolis💚💚💚

💚 This is a re-upload, Until chapter 8

💚 So, I want to put this reminder here. This story contains DIRTY TALKING. If it's not your kink, don't read, or at least don't complain about it. It's not going to be heavy, but it's still going to be there.

💚 In case it wasn't clear, she has sort of refused the money so far, telling him that they would sort it out in the future ...

💚 And I feel that everyone agrees that there are feelings in the air, from both parties ...

💚 How Much💚

Christian has some singular taste when it comes to his sexual preferences, but he's never dared voice them. He never manages to climax because of that, and it leaves him frustrated. One night, he decides to try the last solution that comes to his mind …

‼️Rated M - {Out Of Characters/All Human/Alternate Universe}‼️

‼️Romance/Family/Drama/Lemons‼️

‼️AS/CG/Carrick Grey/Raymond Steele/Elliott/Gia‼️

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Chapter 7: How Much For A Date? (3,0K)

Christian's Pov

I wake up to the best feeling ever. A sweet mouth, belonging to a sweet girl wrapped around my cock. I smile, not even trying to understand more, and moan as I bring my hand to her hair, my eyes still closed.

Ana moans in return and redoubles her efforts, deep-throating me as I buck my hips to her face. I absolutely love her mouth. Not that I have much experience in blow jobs, but she definitely knows how to work me up.

Her fingers are tickling my balls and I growl her name, trying to get her to stop. But it seems that Ana is playful this morning. She doesn't let go, taking me deeper and swallowing me whole, moaning around my cock.

"Shit! Ana!" I look down, and her eyes are gleefully looking at me, her mouth forming the perfect 'o' around my cock. "Ride me," I tell her, not sure if it's a command or a plea.

She complies, letting go of my member before impaling herself on top of me. I'm not going to last. I already almost came when she looked at me. I bring my hand back to her hair because she loves it when I pull it, and I encourage her,

"That's it, Ana. Give it to me."

"No. You give it to me, Christian. Show me how much you like me riding that cock. I want you to cum deep inside my pussy so hard that I can taste it in my mouth."

"Fuck!" I hiss, emptying my load deep inside of her, just as she said.

I'm panting, and it takes me a few seconds to recover, but when I do, I flip her so she is on her back, and I bite her lower lip, before telling her, "Did you enjoy making me cum like that?"

She nods, her eyes lustful as my hand travels down her sex. I lubricate my fingers with my semen and start playing with her bundle of nerves. She moans and I smirk,

"You like me touching you like that? With my fingers glistening with my cum?" She nods, her eyes closed, enjoying the pleasure I'm giving her. "I wonder why that is?"

"Because I'm a filthy little slut who enjoys the feel of your cum on her."

If I had been inside of her, I would have slammed harder, but now, I just bite her nipple, and she moans. Ana likes it when I get rougher. But she does correct herself, "I'm your filthy little slut."

"Good girl," I say, pumping her with my fingers until she unravels beneath me, letting out a satisfied exhale.

"Best wakeup call, ever," She gleefully says, and I fall on top of her, half of my body on the mattress as I incessantly kiss her skin, agreeing with her.

I know that Ana loves my fingers. She told me so herself. She loves when I make her come with them. Just as much as I love it when she makes me come with her mouth.

It's been two months since she has agreed to be mine, and I have been on a little cloud of happiness called Sweet Ana. I spend most of my time with Ana at her place. Which is surprisingly really luxurious. She lives in Escala (one of the most expensive apartment complexes in Seattle). Apparently, it's not technically hers, but she uses it since the person to whom it belongs isn't here.

So half of my week, I spend it with Ana, getting to know her in more than one way. Obviously, we discover each other sexually even more. We play out a few fantasies (Ana likes roleplaying, and I like making her hold it until she's nothing but a begging mess). But we also know more about each other.

She still doesn't tell me much about her parents, just that they live in Washington and she goes to visit them (she did a couple of times). But I discover that she's actually an active member of a couple of charities for women, in addition to a silent donor for a dementia charity.

She is also really knowledgeable about the stock market. She even told me that my 'rich ass' better start putting money into a certain product, and just a month later, it boomed, making me even more money. And she likes to hear about me. I mostly talk about the girls in Paris, a part of my mind set on getting her there at some point. I want to go there with her.

I already whisked her away a couple of weekends. We went to the countryside and to see the Grand Canyon. Nothing actually public, but she loved it, and her smile was just … The best thing in the world.

Basically, we are in our little bubble, and I love it. I don't treat her like a hooker, and she doesn't treat me like a client, and that's why I need to take this to the next level. I want to expand our bubble.

I could present her to Gia, but I'm not sure how she'll feel about that. I mean, she knows all about her, after all, Gia is still my best friend. And Gia knows that there is someone. I can't really lie to her, even if I wanted to. She even said that I look the happiest I've ever been, and I'm not sure if it's just a statement or a hidden reproach.

And there is Elliott as well, but Elliott uses the company she used to work with, and though I said I won't hold her past against her … Elliott … it doesn't sit well with me.

So I decide for the first baby step, "What are you doing tonight?" I ask her, pecking my way from her shoulder to her lips?

"I was hoping you'd fuck me to oblivion again," she sultrily replies with a salacious grin. When she looks at me like that, it makes me feel that I am indeed the best fuck she's ever had.

I have half a mind to fuck her, right here, right now. I mean, I'm already getting harder, and I just need to slide inside her warm and tight pussy.

We stopped using condoms two weeks ago, after both doing tests that proved we were disease-free. She has an implant, so we don't have to worry about that either. Just how many times I can fuck her in less than an hour.

"I want to take you on a date," I say, kissing her neck as my hand goes back to her legs and that sweet place between them. Yes, I already want her again.

"A date? You sure? I mean … dates are for girlfriends," She reminds me, and I roll my eyes. For such a bright woman, she can be really slow sometimes.

"Then, I guess you are."

"Are you sure? What are you going to say when people will ask how we met? And —"

"I don't give a fuck. I want to take you out and dine with you, and woo you. And then, fuck you good."

She looks at me, her blue eyes shining with delight as she nods, and it's all I need to be fully erect and give her a round two.

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I take Ana to some restaurant Elliott has been telling me about. It's a new place that he wants to patron, and he's only had positive things to say about it. I've never been much of a partygoer, this was more of a Gia thing. I like to stay home and cook. Which Ana absolutely loves. She can barely make pasta. She even jokes that I need to be less nice to her because I'm turning out to be the perfect man. Not that I mind that she thinks I am.

As we get to the restaurant, she starts to be less chatty, and once we are fitted in a secluded booth, she lets me know, "You said to dress casual."

She's wearing a high-waist checkered skirt with a red long-sleeve shirt, which I appreciate very much. It gives easy access for later on. I smirk at her, reaching beneath the table to caress her knee and ease her so she doesn't feel so self-conscious.

"It's the first time I'm coming here. I've been told this was a casual place."

She looks at me, squinting her eyes before nodding to herself, "So you do come from money. I never knew how to ask. You're always uncomfortable when we bring your childhood."

I am. Probably because I know my parents wouldn't approve of Ana and even less of what I do with her in the bedroom. They would definitely not approve.

Still, I wonder, "And how did you come to this conclusion?"

"Well … this is rich casual, trust me, I know. But normal people, the people you might call peasants, casual restaurants are … TGI and stuff."

I smirk to hide the fact that I have no idea what Fridays have to do with restaurants. I love that Ana is always so … open about what she thinks and feels. Sure, sometimes, she shuts me off, but she just tells me she's not comfortable talking about the topic at hand yet.

She looks at me, an amused gleam in her eyes, and she puts me out of my misery, telling me, "TGI is a restaurant franchise. I'll take you there one day … Only if we dress super fancy. You know, so we can balance my dressing down for tonight."

I laugh and agree, sure that she will actually do that. I can totally see Ana dress in her best gown just to go to McDonald's. After all, I think she just doesn't care much about what people think of her. As long as she's happy, it's what matters. I wish I had this level of liberation, but I'm just constantly thinking of others' opinions of me.

Though, hanging around with her, I'm starting to feel less self-conscious. Like this evening when she took me to a laser quest, despite the fact that it is clearly past both our ages. I had the time of my life, and so did she.

"So? You're ready for everyone to think that you just brought white trash to a fancy restaurant?" She teases, and I know that if I tell her no, she won't mind us leaving. But I'm taking a page out of her notebook. I'm trying not to care. I know the truth. Ana can be very classy. In fact, she is. Too classy to be called white trash.

"Let them talk. I'm pretty sure they'll mostly be envious of the lucky bastard I am."

She looks at me with big eyes. This is the first time I am swearing outside of the bedroom. She did point out several times that she loves my filthy mouth when I'm inside of her, and that it contrasts with my outside always so poised and polite. I guess I can't get rid of my whole education like that.

But I also guess that being with her makes me … more ... free? More myself. I don't really overthink anything around her. I just live in the moment and enjoy her presence.

We order our food and talk about various things whilst eating. She's talking about going to Washington this weekend, and it reminds me that my father has once again asked me to come and visit. For some official function of sorts. Usually, I bring Gia to those functions. Actually, I've only brought her. But I want to bring Ana.

I'll ask her tonight after sex because I don't want her to think I'm pushing her into meeting her parents. But I want Dad to meet her. Even if she's in my life for a brief period of time, I don't want her to be a dirty little secret … of sorts. I do want her to remain dirty in bed.

As we wait for our dessert, I take her foot to rest it on my lap, massaging her foot. I didn't mean anything sexual in it, I just like touching her, even though I'm obstructed by her tights, but as the chocolate fondants are put on the table, she takes mine away, and plays with my nerves.

She sensually eats it, making sure that the chocolate slightly dribbles on the side of her mouth before she wipes it away, and the grip I have on her foot tightens. Then, she starts to feed me, bite by bite, her lip locked between her teeth, and all I can think of is the long drive home. I want her now.

"Mushroom?" A voice says behind me, and Ana deeply blushes, her foot disappearing from my hands and the food she was about to give me completely forgotten.

She promptly gets up as I frown for two reasons. First, I've never seen Ana blush with embarrassment. She's really pale, so she blushes easily, but it's usually when we're intimate, or when she starts getting passionate about something. Secondly, I'm pretty sure this is Elliott's voice.

I turn my head as Ana wraps her arms around my best friend, and I tighten my jaw with frustration and annoyance. So she does know Elliott. How am I ever going to let that go?

I have made peace with the guys of her past. Or I like to think so. I remember looking at her one night, thinking about what would happen if that very situation ever happened, and … I felt a sort of relief that I don't know. I'm pretty sure some men had the same proposition as the one I had for her, and yet, she chose me. She sleeps with me, she takes me to her home and in her bed, she spends time with me.

So as long as the men of her past are … people I don't know, I'm okay with it. I can't control her past. But Elliott … he's good-looking, a charmer, and much less uptight than I am.

I watch them as they hug each other and he kisses her cheek, keeping his hands on her shoulders as he asks,

"What are you doing here?" Then Elliott glances at me (who is still sitting because of some inconvenience in my trousers). "How do you know Christian?"

"Through a common friend," Ana easily lies. I don't think Mrs Lincoln is friends with either of us. Elliott beams at Ana, and turns his head to me, his arms wrapped around my girl,

"So that's the reason you've been blowing me off, lately. You've got yourself a girl. You should have told me and I would have stopped battering you."

I smile, hoping that no one can tell that I'm forcing myself. He then looks back at Ana, assessing her, and I look down at my plate, sliding it back to me. It seems Ana has forgotten all about me and her plans for feeding me dessert.

"I had no idea you were still in Seattle," He tells her, his tone slightly reproachful and I plant the small fork in the cake, not caring the least in the world that I'm being rude.

"Yeah, I found some reasons to stay," Ana says dismissively, and just by his tone, I can tell Elliott is wiggling his eyebrows.

"I bet you did." Ana laughs with him, and then, he asks something that makes me look back at them, "How's your Mom?"

Her Mom? How come he knows about her Mom when she never tells me anything about her family? I thought I was special! I thought I was the only one she told anything personally. But apparently, I just got the Elliott special …

Ana grimaces, briefly rubbing her nose before she says, "Well … I'm going to Washington this weekend. Wanna come?"

"Sure. I'll call you tomorrow morning to sort it out. I'll leave you to your … I'll leave you to Christian … Behave, the two of you." Elliott says with a wink, and I'm livid.

He gets invited for a weekend at her parents, and I am the one struggling to find a way to invite her to my father's function. This is ridiculous.

Elliott leaves after she kisses him on the cheek, and when she sits back, I am in control of myself again. After all, she said that bringing up her past client was a deal-breaker, and I don't want that. Not now. So I smile, and let her know,

"I want to take you up to my place, tonight." Please say yes. Please give me that. She brightly smiles at me, and puts her hand in mine, telling me,

"Lead the way."

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💚Your thoughts and opinions are always welcomed💚

💚 So, Elliott and Ana know each other ... Remind me, who gave the number to Christian?

💚 And, I feel it's obvious what is Ana's ... background, but can you tell?

💚Well, let me know what you thought of this chapter. What was your favourite part? What do you think will happen next?

💚 E L James owns the names of the characters from the Fifty Shades franchise, Everything else is mine (including the mistakes and grammar errors).

Love, Mina 💚💚💚