Chapter 20 - Whetting the appetite.
APOV
I wake to find Christian wrapped around me like a vine. His leg is curled up on top of mine, his arm resting on my chest underneath my t-shirt and his head nestled in the crook of my neck. He is a hot sweating ball of perfection. I've come to adore the heat that radiates off him in the morning. I used to find it uncomfortable - now I cherish the mornings that I find him like this. He's reached out to me in his sleep, I am what comforts him. I wiggle up the bed a little, not because I want him off me, but because the sheer weight of him has put my leg to sleep and I need to regain some circulation in my limbs. He stirs and opens one eye. "Ugh." he groans while raising his arm to cover his eyes.
"Good morning handsome husband of mine." I smile.
"Nothing good about this morning." he sighs, "I feel like shit." He pulls a pillow from behind him and places it over his face. I watch the gorgeous creature for a few minutes, it becomes clear he has fallen back asleep so I decide to let him sleep longer. I get up and have a shower. After slipping into a gray kimono sheath dress with a wide red belt across my torso I head down to the children's rooms. I stop in on Teddy first.
"Good morning sleepy head." I ruffle his copper curls.
"Morning mommy." He rubs his eyes with his fists and stretches out.
"What would you like for breakfast this morning?"
"Peas." He smiles. "Peas then ice-ceem."
"You want peas for breakfast?" What the?
"Yup."
"Teddy, son peas aren't really something you eat for breakfast, how about some pancakes, or maybe some scrambled eggs?" Something is fishy here, Teddy hates peas, now he's asking for them for breakfast. What on earth did Christian do to get him to eat his peas?
"Eggs Mommy."
"Okay son, lets go get your sister up then we will go and have some eggs." We go wake our gorgeous girl and head down to the kitchen.
I say good morning to Gail, who is the only one up. I put Phoebe in her jumper and put the cartoon channel on for Teddy while we wait for breakfast.
"Kate and Elliot are here, so it might pay to make extra this morning." I inform Gail.
"Not a problem Ana, while I have you here, I have 2 candidates for the housekeeper position, I have arranged interviews for Thursday at 12 noon."
"Thanks Gail, I will come home for lunch and join you."
I eat breakfast with the children. No one else graces us with there presence. I poke my head into the TV room. No Elliot. He must have woken during the night and made his way to the guest room.
I head up to our bedroom, I need to wake Christian. He is in the same position I left him in, but he has kicked the quilt off. Oh my. His perfectly chiselled torso, sculptured pecs and those beautiful scars are just screaming at me. 'Kiss me, kiss me.' I hitch my dress up and crawl up his legs, sitting on his thighs. I place my hands on either side of his stomach and starting at his happy trail I kiss and lick my way up his body, when I reach his scars I begin my morning ritual of kissing every faded circle.
"You're teasing me baby." he growls, and lifts the pillow from his face. "What time is it?" he ask, his eyes still closed.
"Time for you to get your cute little hung-over butt out of bed and ready for work." I squeal when he takes me by surprise and flips me over onto my back, pressing me hard into the mattress and pinning me down with his hip. "Christian, you'll mess my hair up." I giggle.
"You." he kisses my forehead, "Look." pecks the tip of my nose, "So beautiful." then kisses me tenderly on my lips. He then surprises me by rolling off the bed and heading to the bathroom. Maybe he has decided not to push the no sex issue?
CPOV
I needed to get up. God fucking help me. I have a throbbing headache and a throbbing 'something else'. Ana gave me quite the wake up call. I woke when she crawled onto the bed, she sat on my thighs, so I peeked up under the pillow I had covering my face and FUCK ME. She had her dress bunched up around her hips, and all I could see were her pale yellow lace panties. Mother fucking no sex shit. I had to take control of the situation, so I rolled her over, gave her a few kisses, told her how dam beautiful is she then came to the bathroom to cool myself down. Under normal circumstances I would have ripped those hot little fucking panties off of her with my teeth, but my heart and flowers shade took over, I realized a few things last night, and it took me all my control to walk away, but I did.
I fucked up when I went behind her back and over-hauled her company. I upset her, and boy do I fucking regret it now. Believe it or not, I actually fucking listened to Elliot last night. He told me a lot of personal shit about his marriage, it made me realize how lucky I am to have my Ana.
I've known since the day I met her she was perfect, fuck I love her - so much it hurts to fucking breathe sometimes. What I have been too blind to see, is how lucky I am to have a wife who treats me like I'm the master of the fucking universe. I mean I knew she did, I just kind of expected it. Not everyone has that quality in a wife, Elliot sure fucking doesn't - at the moment anyway. I think I take her love for granted sometimes, I do whatever I want, whenever I want because I know she'll love me regardless and she'll always 'get over it'. She bloody loves me more than life for some reason and I need to start treating her like she deserves to be treated - like the queen of the fucking world. I will start by trying, and i mean trying, to respect this five day lock-down shit. It's going to be torture, but I will do it for her - why? Because she IS the queen of MY fucking universe.
I shave, have a colder shower than usual, then dress in my Black Versace slim fit suit, with a crisp white shirt and gray tie - Ana's favorite This is going to be a long fucking day, scratch that, a long fucking week.
APOV
I am sitting at my desk, staring blankly at the computer screen in front of me. I plowed through my work this morning. I needed to keep Christian off my mind. He's all I can think about, he was so loving and adorable when he finally made it downstairs this morning, he was even nice to Kate - when they finally surfaced from the room. He has been sending me sweet emails all day, and not once has he mentioned sex. I think he must be trying some sort of reverse psychology technique on me - it's working.
I have 20 minutes until Taylor and Christian swing by to pick me up. I decide it is about time I acknowledge the Leila situation and check in with Jose. I've been putting it off, hoping that it wasn't really happening. It's time to tackle the problem. Rather than calling him, I decide it is better to text. I don't want to risk Leila being there and hearing his conversation.
*How is everything? A.*
*Nothing much 2 report, tryin 2 play it cool. J*
*K, well keep in touch. A*
*Will do. C U Thursday night. J* What? Thursday night? I never made any plans with him for Thursday night.
*Thursday night? A.*
*Coming for dinner, Christian wants 2 look thru my business $ accounts. J.* Well that's news to me. Christian never mentioned anything, and why does he want to look through Jose's accounts? I will have to ask him about this tonight.
*Great, see you then. A*
I look up as my door swings open. I watch, practically drooling as my husband stalks over to me looking like he just walked out of the cover of a GQ magazine. He plants a kiss on my forehead then walks behind me and starts to massage my shoulders. I moan and slump my shoulders, it feels heavenly.
"Baby, you should have text, I would have come down."
"I wanted to come up, besides, I wanted to stop in on Alby, see how everything is ticking. Ready to head home?"
"No, I'm quite enjoying my massage." I groan, his fingers still digging into my flesh. Christian growls softly and pulls away. Ugh, he's being a good boy.
"Come." he demands. "We have reservations at the club tonight, Elliot and Kate are meeting us there, we have just enough time to get home, shower and dress." he smiles, and holds his hand out to mine.
He leads me out of the building and into the back of the SUV.
"What's the occasion?" I grin.
"Do I need an occasion to want to spend time with my beautiful wife?"
"No, but you've already informed me that we will be with company, so once again, what's the occasion."
He looks down at me and chuckles. "Okay, you got me, I just thought Elliot could do with a night out."
"I agree, god the tension between those two last night was almost unbearable, I don't know what is going on with Kate right now, but I plan on finding out." I shake my head, remembering the heavy atmosphere last night.
"Perhaps Kate would benefit from a session with Flynn?" Christian glances at me cautiously.
I think he may be right, I will talk to Kate tonight.
Christian exits his R8 and walks around to my door. I exit the car as gracefully as I can in my short dress, careful not to open my legs too much. I am wearing my pale orange silk kaia dress from Stella McCartney. It has pleated detail on the back and front and a deep V neckline. I am wearing the dress, and only the dress. No bra, and no panties. Christian doesn't know this, but I plan on letting him in on my little secret during dinner. I want him to know I plan on abandoning the no sex situation, who was i kidding.
Christian has his arm rested on the small of my back as we walk to the entrance. When he sees a few photographers at the entrance he pulls me in closer and wraps his arm protectively around me. I smile politely as we pass the flashes of light.
He make our way up to the dining room, stopping a few times to make pleasantries with a few business acquaintances of Christians before heading to the private booth where Elliot and Kate are waiting. I notice they are not talking, in fact they look hostile. This is going to be a pleasant dinner.
Kate's face softens when she notices us walking towards them. I slip into the seat, and shuffle along to the end making room for Christian. Perfect - no one can see me under the table here.
Christian orders champagne immediately.
"How was your day?" I ask Kate.
"Pretty ordinary." she sighs.
"Sounds riveting." I giggle jokingly. Oh this is going to be more painful than I thought.
The waiter returns with the champagne and fills our glasses, then leaves the bottle in the center of the table. Christian is deep in conversation with Elliot.
"Drink." I glare at Kate while I down my glass. God I hope no one seen that, it was very un-lady like. I need some liquid strength to get through tonight. Kate follows suit and smiles, she is starting to thaw - phew.
We make small talk while we wait for our dinner to be served. Christian has his arm draped across my shoulders and is stroking my back with his thumb. It's making my core tingle. I glance up at him and he gives me a sly wink. "Everything okay baby?" he asks puzzled.
"Yes." I smile.
"You sure? You're looking a bit flushed."
"I'm okay." I wink. He squints his eyes and looks at me sideways. I bite down on my lower lip. He removes his arm from my shoulder and tugs my lip from my teeth, then leans down to whisper in my ear. "Don't bite your lip." he growls softly. "Anastasia." he whispers. "Did you take the silver balls from my dresser without my permission?" Oh god, he thinks I've got the ben wah balls in.
"No." I choke. Telling the truth. "It's just a little hot in here, that's all."
He smirks. "Oh baby." he whispers, his mouth still at my ear. "You're the only thing that's hot in here tonight, smoking hot. I know your not wearing a bra" he bites my earlobe. That's not all that is missing honey.
He pulls away as the waiter comes with our dinner. I got my usual, the spinach and goat cheese risotto, Kate ordered the same. Christian and Elliot both went for the Lamb chops with garlic potato puree and asparagus. In the middle of eating, Christians hand drops down to his knee that is pressed against mine. He scratches for a second then begins to move his hand back above the table. I grab it quickly and hold it in mine, weaving my fingers through his. He doesn't pull away, just continues to eat with the fork in his free hand. "Are you not hungry?" Christian looks down at me between mouthfuls. "You've hardly touched your food."
I slide my hand up my thigh, pushing my dress up. I untangle my fingers from Christians and taking his hand, I glide his fingers slowly up my thigh.
"No." I state innocently. "The risotto is not really 'whetting' my appetite tonight." When I reach the apex of my thighs, Christians finger brushes against my moist folds. He begins coughing, he's choking on his mouthful of potato. Oh shit. He continues to cough so I slap his back a few times. He swallows, jerks his neck to the side and reaches for his wine with his free hand. After a few loud gulps he clears his throat and leans back into the seat, his fingers still stroking me.
"All good bro?" Elliot asks concerned but amused.
"Yea, fine." he mutters. He pushes a finger inside my slippery core. "food just slipped down the wrong way, that's all."
"Slipped? What are you, a pansy." a he laughs.
Christian brushes his comment off and leans down to me while he's circling my clit with the tip of his finger. "You are going to pay for that." he smirks. I am trying hard to suppress the moan trying to escape my throat. So I lean forward and place my head to the far side of Christians so that Kate or Elliot can't see me, my mouth is against his ear.
"Christian, that feels sooooo good baby." I whisper seductively. "I want to fuck you so bad right now, mmmmm I need your big, hard…..."
"What are you two whispering about." Elliot asks, smirking.
Christian clears his throat. "Ana was just saying she needed to use the bathroom."
"Yes." I nod. "But we didn't bring security tonight, and with the paps outside I was just a bit hesitant going alone."
"I'll take you baby." Christian slips his suit jacket off and begins to stand.
"No, you stay here Christian, I'll go with her." Kate stands up. "I need to go anyway."
"It's fine Kate. I don't mind." Christian hisses
"Christian, we'll be fine, anyway, I can go into the bathroom with Ana, that way she'll have someone watching her the whole time." Kate rolls her eyes and grabs her purse. "I promise to bitch slap any photographers that get in her way." she says sarcastically. Christian growls and stands reluctantly, but moves aside to let me out.
"I'm sorry baby." I whisper into his mouth as I kiss him chastely before exiting with Kate.
CPOV
Fucking Kate. Ana blew my fucking mind when she rubbed my fingers over her perfect little pussy. I was NOT expecting that, little vixen went commando on me. Then she starts whispering in my ear about how much she wants to fuck me right now. Then Kate fucking goes and blow my plan out of the water. I fully intended to give my wife exactly what she needed in the bathroom. Now I'm left sitting here with a throbbing hard on. Fucking bullshit.
"I was under the impression the little lady was on lock down?" Elliot chuckles.
"What?" I snap, still frustrated as hell.
"Oh come on bro, you can't fool me. Ana's cheeks looks like they had been slapped with fucking strawberries, and don't think I didn't hear her moan and wiggling her little tush into the seat. You were copping a feel under the table. Nice one brother." he grins
"Fuck off Elliot." I bark.
"I apologize on behalf of my wife for disturbing your plans." he laughs.
"Speaking of your wife, how were things today? Hope you didn't get too much of a grilling after last night."
"Eh, it's okay."
"I know things are pretty fucking tense between you right now, just looking out for my big brother."
"Fuck man, she had a fucking meltdown before we came, I didn't think we would make it. She was screaming like a banshee. I could barely understand her, something about babies and wanting to ruin her. What the fuck do I do bro?"
"Talk to her."
"She won't let me. Our conversations consist of her screaming her fucking ring out at me. I try to get a word in and she fucking get louder. I don't know bro, maybe I'm not cut out for this marriage thing."
"Oh fuck off Elliot, you know as well as I do that shit ain't normal."
"I just feel so fucking…useless." he whispers.
Fuck this, I've never seen Elliot like this before, he doesn't deserve this shit. Fuck I hope Ana finds out what the fuck is going on before I loose my cool with Ms Kavanagh and give her a piece of my fucking mind.
APOV
I finish up in the bathroom. Kate's still in their so I pull my lip gloss out of my clutch and smear some over my lips. Poor Christian, I got him all worked up for nothing.
Kate stomps out of her cubicle, her eyes are puffy and red.
"Kate, what's going on?" I stroll over and wrap my arms around her shoulders. She sniffles into my shoulder then looks up at me with pained eyes.
"Nothing." she whispers.
"Katherine Grey, do not stand there looking like that and tell me nothing is wrong. There is something wrong alright, and you are not leaving this dam bathroom until you tell me exactly what it is."
A/N: Shout out to all the new followers :-) Welcome.
Thought I would include the web address of the dress I have Ana wearing in this chapter but i can't get the link to show properly, just type 'Stella McCartney Kaia silk' into Google if you are interested.
I know things are maybe going a little slow right now they are going to pick up soon :-)