Anastasia's calendar reminder pings on her computer Wednesday morning, reminding her of their upcoming OBGYN appointment. Stretching, she relaxes back and takes a breath. She was so in the zone she hadn't realized the time. She gathers her things and heads toward reception, letting Hannah know she's headed out.
"Have fun with that man of yours..." Hannah cheeks, winking at her.
Ana smiles and wiggles her eyebrows. "Always."
Punctual as always, Sawyer has the SUV at the curb, waiting for her. She climbs in and they head toward GEH to pick up her favorite man in the world. As they pull into the parking garage and pull up to one of Christian's parking spots, Anastasia lets out a giggle.
Baby Grey Parking Only
The sign is adorable and she quickly realizes why he told her to come to him today instead of picking her up for their appointments like normal.
Christian is still determined to convince her about the last name. She is leaning toward his last name, but she still has a hard time thinking that her name won't be the same as her baby's... the baby that she hoped and prayed and the one she went through so much for. Not that she wouldn't go through it over and over for the sweet thing she's carrying.
Sawyer grins at the sign as they empty out of the car.
"Did you know about this?"
He shakes his head. "No, Ms. Steele, but it says a lot about how he's going to be as a father."
She smiles as they head in the glass door and up the elevator to the lobby. "He's going to be a wonderful father."
XxXxXx
"Ana! Good to see you! Mr. Grey is still in a meeting, but you're welcome to wait in his office if you'd like!" Andrea meets her warmly as always.
She smiles back at the blonde. "Thank you, Andrea. I think I will."
"Would you like anything?"
"Actually, yes! Would you mind getting me some green tea in a to-go cup? I'll grab it on the way out."
Without another word, Andrea hops to and Anastasia makes her way to his office, noticing Sawyer has already made himself scarce.
She takes a deep breath once she enters his office and sighs. Pure Christian. It never ceases to make her heart go pitter-patter when she smells him or when she's in his space. Looking over his large office, she grins. She finds herself wandering over to his large leather office chair, making herself comfortable. She's never actually sat in this seat herself. She was always in his lap.
So this is what the bigwig sees all day.
She relaxes back, placing her feet on the desk and crosses them, looking over the large office. The low leather couches, the glass conference table with black rolling chairs, the wall of shelves with books... she smiles, knowing that he buys each of the books she publishes with her authors, no matter the genre. He does it for her. His desk holds a picture of the two of them, one of her pregnant with her swollen belly, and a sonogram picture from their last visit. Affection courses through her veins for her best friend. Oh, beau.
Opening his door, he gets an eyeful of his sexy pregnant girlfriend at his desk, her stiletto heels resting leisurely on his desk while she wears a deliciously tight cranberry pleated dress with 3/4 sleeves that shows all of her curves. Closing the door behind him, he loosens his tie, making his way to her.
Anastasia watches him saunter over to her, her center clenching deliciously at the pure sex that is Christian.
"Don't bite that lip, Anastasia. We don't have time for that." Leaning over her, he kisses her lightly, too lightly for her liking, and runs his hand down her bare leg. "What's this Anastasia?"
She gives him a smile. "Just wanted to remind you who was really in charge, here."
His mouth twitches into a grin. "Oh, yea?"
Giggling, she nods. "Yea."
His hand slides back her leg, up to her side, and he tickles her lightly, being careful knowing that if he tickles too much she might lose her bladder.
She squeaks and sits up quickly, but he kneels down in front of her and holds her to the chair. "No, no. Not so fast there, Steele. You're in charge now, you said." He presses himself against her thigh, showing her how he feels about it. He wants to find her at his desk like this every day. Preferably naked... except for those fuck me heels of hers.
She finds herself biting her lip again at the feel of his hardness against her, wishing they had time for a quicky. He nuzzles her nose and nips her top lip, causing her to release her bottom one. "Why must you tease me constantly?" He grinds into her, making her moan out.
"Kiss me, Christian."
Searching her eyes, he gives her a lazy grin. "You're the boss."
Yanking on his tie, fisting it in her hands, she forces his lips to hers and kisses him hard. She releases his tie, but finds his hair, running her fingers through it as the kiss softens. He leans into her with a groan. He needs more. He deepens it, his tongue mixing with hers, pulling her closer by her hips.
The intercom buzzing startles them and he pulls away from her. "God damn it." He hits the buzzer. "Grey!" He barks, annoyed.
"Mr. Grey, we need to go now if we're going to make it to the appointment on time."
Shit. "We'll be down."
Reaching up, Anastasia calms his hair, hoping that it also calms Christian. "We get to see our baby today..."
Standing and pulling her up with him so they can straighten themselves, he grins. "Yes, I can't wait."
He leads her out of his office by the small of her back and she collects her tea from Andrea while he locks his door. On the way to the elevator, he pops her on the backside, making her jump a little. A promise for later. It's his turn to be in charge.
XxXxXx
"I need you to have your evenings free for the next couple of weeks." Their appointment went well, baby and momma gaining weight and healthy as they can be, but with her being a high risk pregnancies, her appointments are going from every so often to bi-monthly. This caught Christian's attention and made him realize they need to get moving with everything.
"Why? What's happened?" This mood is a change from the cooing Daddy that talked to his unborn daughter just to show Dr. Greene how much she dances for him just a couple minutes ago.
"We're into the second part of your pregnancy and we don't know how long you will be healthy enough to run around, so I want us to go look at some properties around Puget Sound. We need to find something we love and that our girl will love."
"I don't mind coming with you and browsing, but it's your-"
"Don't you start that now, Steele!" He cuts her off before she can start. "Just because we're not living together right this second does not mean we won't be living together soon. This is going to be our family home where we make memories and I will not have the beginning of our memories be of us fighting over it."
Anastasia lets out a puff of air. "Damn, Christian." Unbuckling herself, She slides over and shimmies her dress up, before throwing a leg over his, straddling him. She needs to be close. "Do you know how fucking sexy you are when you take that tone?" She grinds against him, needing the friction between her legs. "Tell me what else you won't be having." She nips at his bottom lip then soothes it quickly with her tongue.
"I won't be having my girl so worked up when I'm here."
She moans and grinds against him again, her center pressing into his the length in his pants perfectly.
"You feel that, baby?" He asks. "That's for you. I'm going to take care of you." He kisses her and she whines out his name. "I've got you." Pressing the intercom, he tells Taylor to drive until he tells him to stop. He reaches between them until he finds her underwear and rips them away easily.
"Fuck." She breathes out, grinding again. She needs relief...and quickly. Luckily, he knows and she feels his fingers slip between her lips, playing. "Oh, yes."
"So wet for me, baby." He groans. "Is this all for me?" Two fingers slip into her center, pumping. When she doesn't do anything but ride his fingers, he slows, making her pout. "Answer me, Ana."
Leaning into kiss him, she nods. "You. Only you. You're the only one that-Oh!" Her response is rewarded with his fingers thrusting hard into her, his thumb rubbing the bundle of nerves in front. He works her quickly up, pushing her over and holds her close as she spasms on top of him.
He continues to work her and she whimpers. "Christian... please. I need you."
"You need me to make you come?" He asks, nuzzling her nose.
"No, I need you. I need you inside of me. I need to be connected to you. I crave it. I crave you. Only you."
"Oh, my Ana." He presses a kiss to her pout. He understands. He craves her and their connection more than he does his own orgasms. They need each other. Without that, the orgasms have little to no meaning... give very little relief.
She reaches down between them and unzips his pants. He helps shimmy his bottoms down enough for her to reach in and pull him out. His penis is purple and hard for him, his sac heavy and warm. "God, your sexy." She palms his sac, holding it in her hands, massaging it while her other hand pumps his shaft.
"Fuck, Ana, your going to unman me." His head is back against his seat, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows hard. "I want to come inside of you, Ana."
She hums at the thought and climbs on, sinking onto him inch by inch. "Yesss." She hisses, sinking to his hilt. It's always so intense.
He holds her by the nape of her neck, pressing his forehead against hers as she rides. "God I love watching you ride me. Your eyes get so wild, baby." He captures her mouth with his as she rides them both to orgasm.
Panting, Anastasia begins to climb off, but he holds her in place. "I'm not done with you yet." Her eyebrows shoot up as he tilts his pelvis forward, hitting her sweet spot and making her eyes roll back.
"Lean back against the separation and hold onto my thighs." He wants the control this time. "Good girl." Holding her hips he begins to rock against her, the force of the waves of pleasure hitting her so hard her legs jolt with each roll. He watches how sexy she looks on top of him, her back plastered against the separation, her hard nipples protruding through her top, one hand digging into his thigh while the other is gripping the ceiling of the SUV for dear life as he takes them both over the edge more time.
After they right their clothes, they are spent but so sated. "Christian, I don't think I can move."
He chuckles and pulls her into his lap, letting her feet rest on the seat beside them. "Then I'll carry you."
Her eyes are closed but she grins. "To bed?"
She can hear his laugh reverberating in his chest and it tickles her ear. "Little minx."
A/N: A couple of people were disappointed that I skipped the lemon in the last one so I put one in this time. Up Next: House Hunting and some jealousy.