Hello, readers, long time no see! I got very positive feedback from my little New Year's break, and as promised, I'm coming back for more! These next two chapters are going to be steamy, just to make you guys feel better. I'm going to do a couple more chapters of London and then try to quicken the pace. You guys are such considerate and supportive readers, and I'm doing my best to reward you. If you think I've given up on this...you're mistaken. I'm seeing this through the end, that's a promise. And after that, I'm going to start my next fanfiction. If you guys don't mind, please tell me which you would prefer the most. (see the previous New Year's post for details). As always, please rate, review, and everything else!

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Love from Christian, Ana, and J.M.

CHAPTER 8

ANA'S POV

As the car slows to a stop Fifty is still assaulting me with his hot kisses. The moment the car shifts to park he snaps out of it, pulls back, gets out and holds his hand for me like nothing happened. How does he remain so casual so quickly? Christian throws far more pound notes than needed to the cabby, pats the roof, and it drives away. Taylor and the security guys are already out of the car while the valet parks it.

Christian and I hold hands while we stroll through the fabulous lobby. It's all so…decadent. If someone told me six months ago that I would be in London on my honeymoon with the most amazing man in the universe I would not have believed them. Christian stops by the front desk to pre-order room service for the next day. I smile at William and Nigel. William smiles pleasantly, but Nigel grins and winks. I know he's just being nice, but I can't help but hope that Christian doesn't see.

The security goes up to the room first to sweep it, so Christian and I get the elevator to ourselves. We're on the top floor, so the moment the doors close he whispers, "fuck the paperwork" and devours me. It's so freaking hot. While we make out, his hands are all over me; my legs, hips, ass, and boobs. He's had his hands on me all night. Oh yeah, I definitely want to play this game with Fifty.

Once Taylor gives us the okay Christian practically drags me into the suite, pressing me up against the wall by the door and ascends on me again. At first I run my hands through his hair and do my part, but I have to make myself stop. Giggling, I turn my head.

"Christian, hold up. Wait!" I can't stop laughing and he won't stop kissing me. When he finally slows down we're both panting like we've been on a run. Even while he's staring, waiting to see why I stopped, he's still fondling my breasts. I gently grab his wrists.

"I want to play a game."

His pupils dilate. "I love games. Tell me more."

One evening during the month Christian and I were engaged Kate and I had too much red wine and we looked up new, kinky ways to lighten sex. I vaguely remember her laughing at me and joking that Christian doesn't really need anything when it comes to kinky fuckery; he's the expert. However, not only did we find some hot ideas we both wanted to try, we also found a game that couples could play that I've been itching to tell Fifty about.

I try a sexy whisper. "You like touching me, don't you?"

He raises an eyebrow. I can tell he's intrigued. And judging by the bulge threatening to bust open his jeans, he's aroused, too. "Hell yeah, baby. I like it a lot." He only adds to his point by rubbing my nipples. Shit! I'm wearing a padded bra, how can I feel that so sharply?

"Well, tonight, you can't."

His smile lowers by a couple of molars. "What?"

I can tell he's not liking the idea, so I touch his lips with my finger and bite my lip. He bites down on it and I can tell he's not totally turned off. "You can I are going to kiss," I sigh. "Just kiss. Nothing else. The only parts of our bodies that can touch is our lips. Whoever caves in first loses."

He releases my finger and frowns thoughtfully. He's thinking, but he hasn't stopped fondling my breasts and hips. "Can I touch another part of your body with just my lips?"

Honestly, I'm about to say yes! Forget this, take me now! But I remain strong. "No. Lips to lips only. That's it."

"And if I win?"

"Fifty, you're very competent at many things and I know you hate losing, but…I'm not so sure that's possible. We'll decide on prizes later. But whoever wins gets anything they like. No restrictions. Got it?"

His eyes darken mischievously. Wow… "Are you sure you want to make that promise, Mrs. Grey? Fine, I'll take your challenge. Are we getting naked?" Already he's taken off his jacket and I can tell he's ready to start stripping me dry. The website I found the game on didn't mention clothes.

"Yes, we're going to be naked, but we undress ourselves. In front of each other. No touching."

Finally, Christian backs away. He takes a deep breath and runs his hands through his hair. "This is going to be a life lesson in self-control."

CHRISTIAN'S POV

Of all the kinky shit I've done, usually control and trying to drag things out and deny orgasm was pretty common. However, never would I have ever thought about a game like this. It's freaking sexy. Of course she springs it on me right as I'm about to eat her out, kiss every inch of her, and make her come at least three times before finally making love to her.

Yep. Ana is changing everything nowadays. The sexy fuck-me look alone has been driving me crazy for hours. And she's giving it to me while she takes off her clothes, piece by excruciating piece. Deliberately slowly. Shoes, socks, leggings, shirt, until she's in her undies. Then, in her bra and panties, she takes out the earring I didn't get to, walks to me, and holds out her hand.

"Mrs. Grey, I have to say, you're very good at this. And we're only in round one." I take the other earring-the one I snatched out of her ear-out of my pocket and drop it in her open palm, making sure not to touch her.

"Coming from you, Mr. Grey, that is damned cheeky," she grins back at me. She goes into the bathroom, presumably to brush her hair and put her earrings away, and when she comes back she's naked. I know she thinks she's going to win, but she's sure as Hell not going to win that easily.

I slowly make a circle around her, eyeing every inch of her delectable body. As I walk, I loosen my belt and drop my jeans. I can see Ana eyeing my erection. Sorry baby, but it looks like neither of us is going to back down for a while, so he'll have to wait for later. But I'm sure not going to bed without fucking her into next week. I stop in front of her and take of my shirt and briefs so we're both naked. She's biting her lip. I raise an eyebrow and pout. She tells me it has a similar effect. "Are you sure you don't want to give up now, Anastasia? We both know it would be worth your while." I take several steps towards her so I'm whispering in her ear but still not touching. Holy Hell, I've never been this close to a naked woman before without tying her up and fucking her senseless. It's erotic as fuck.

"No way, Grey. What I have in mind for a prize, will definitely be worth the while. Especially considering you conceded that it could be anything."

Shit, why on earth did I say that? Oh, right, because whenever I'm around her I don't use my head. Not the one on my shoulders, at least. Damn, what if she brings up the fucking subway again?

"And, for the record Christian, we both know that if you give up now I could make it worth your while, too."

Damnation if that isn't the hottest thing ever. But no more topping from the bottom, Anastasia. It's my turn. Instinctually I reach for her hand and stop myself. Damn, this is going to be harder than I anticipated. It's so easy for me to touch her, even in the most casual way. And I get an idea.

I move my hands and play with an invisible rope. At first Ana seems confused, standing there naked while I pantomime. When I hold my wrists in front of myself, she understands and does the same. Without touching her even once, I pretend to tie the rope around her wrists.

"Is this the natural filament rope you bought, Sir?"

"Why, yes, Mrs. Grey, it is. At the hardware store a wonderful young woman helped me find it."

I pretend to tug and Ana follows me to the bed, still playing along. I nod and point and she lounges on it, wrists still held in front of her.

"You know, Christian, tying me up actually gives me an unfair advantage."

"Oh, I'm aware, Anastasia. I'll let you go and we can start playing. But I was just giving myself a little reminder of why I need to win." While her mouth drops open, I kiss her and ravage her in every way possible using only my mouth.

Anastasia responds in kind. Even with the smallest butterfly kisses, she's so responsive and passionate, like a finely tuned instrument. She's moaning, the sound reverberating through her lips, and I almost succumb to the pressure to grab her, but I resist.

I try to slow my pace, keep her wanting more, and make her beg. I gently nibble her luscious lip. "God, I love biting this lip. Reminds me of our first kiss. Even then I knew I would never have enough of you."

"I remember. I won't forget it, it was the most amazing thing. But back then I was rather inexperienced. You've more than made up for that, Mr. Grey." She proves her words right by nibbling both corners of my mouth and blowing in my ear. I couldn't be more turned on if she was rubbing my cock.

So I try a different tactic. I give her one last peck and lean back. "You know you're definitely harder to beat than I thought, Mrs. Grey. Looks like we might be here a while, just staring at each other."

"We're supposed to be kissing," she mumbles offhandedly. She's distracted by my body. I'm not normally a preen, but I find myself unconsciously puffing up like a peacock. Then again, I've told her so many times how much I love to stare at her, it's only natural she'll want to return the favor. Although Anastasia is different than any other woman I've met, she's affected the same way by my looks. It came in handy when she was just a little virgin that I was trying to pull into my contract. Looks like it's going to come in handy again.

"You never said we had to kiss. You just said our lips were the only things that could touch. Honestly, you're better than I thought, and if I recall correctly, Mrs. Grey, it is wonderful to hear you beg for me. So…I'll wait."

Again she gapes at me, and she frowns, making the V I love to kiss on her forehead. I'm about to and I stop myself again. Fuck, this is hard. But I try my best not to let her see how frustrated I am.

All of a sudden, Ana gets up and walks around the room. "Fine. Two can play at that game, Fifty." I see what she means when she bends down and rummages through her bags. Fuck me. She knows I can't see her bend over naked and not get excited. She pulls a manuscript from SIP out, lies back on the bed, and pretends to read. I know she can't concentrate, though, because her chest rises and falls rapidly and her entire face and chest are flushed the deep pink that I love against her flawless skin. The best part is her erotic nipples, growing longer as I watch.

I peer at her over the paper. She raises an eyebrow.

"You can't fool me, Mrs. Grey. I know you want me badly. But you're not winning this one."

"Mr. Grey, you are proficient in so many areas. However, there is one area I have more experience in. And I'm not talking about cooking." She giggles, knowing I'm useless in the kitchen. "I have practice with resisting touching you. You, on the other hand…" She goes back to reading. And without realizing it, she's give me her ace in the hole.

Gently, I take the paper from her. "Ana, I know I was rough at first but, you can touch me." She sits up. Suddenly the playful atmosphere is gone.

"I know it's hard for you. I don't want to push my luck."

I can't help myself, I fall back on the bed, howling with laughter. When he inquires as to why, I tell her. "Remember, that's exactly what I said to you the first time we slept together. I needed you so badly, but I didn't want to push my luck."

She giggles, and her eyes soften. Suddenly, she places her hand on my chest, right above my heart. "I'm glad you pushed your luck, Mr. Grey. You win. Name your prize."