A/N: Welcome to the new followers :) Just a few things before I get into the chapter. First of all I have created a pintrest page. I personally love visuals so for any of you who want to see visually what I am writing about check it out. I have pinned all of Ana's dresses so far including the Vegas dress, bikinis, the dragonfly dress from the previous chapter and even inside the New York apartment… my fav - Christians black slacks in this chapter ;)

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Chapter 23 - Lock down over

APOV

Sawyer pulls up in front of the GEH jet just as Taylor is loading the bags on board.

"Perfect timing Ma'am." Sawyer smirks.

"See I told you stopping for a Latte wouldn't make a difference. Now if I can just change out of this dress maybe I can relax for 6 hours."

"Safe flight Mrs Grey."

"You're not coming?" I ask puzzled, Sawyer is my security, why wouldn't he be coming?

"No Ma'am, not this time, Taylor, Prescott and Reynolds will be accompanying you, I've been left in charge at Grey House."

"Okay, well I'll see you Thursday then."

I slide out of the SUV carrying my briefcase and handbag then walk over to the jet ready to go. I have bought some manuscripts to get me through the 6 hour flight. Hopefully Gail has packed the children some activities.

On board Christian and Gail are busy settling the children into their seats. "Mommy." Teddy squeals when we sees me.

"Hey little mans, how exciting is this?" I smile, walking towards him.

"Me wuv fly Mommy."

"I know you do baby." I plonk myself on the seat next to him and cover his face in sloppy kisses. Christian is busy strapping a sleeping Phoebe into her booster seat.

"Welcome aboard beautiful." he grins, tilting his face in my direction, his perfect white teeth showing through the gap in his sculptured lips. "Glad you could make it." he winks.

"Wouldn't miss it." I air kiss him.

"Please tell me you bought me a change of clothes for the flight?" I plead, as we settle in the air.

"In the bedroom." he points his chin to the door at the back of the cabin. Teddy is on his knee curled up, both engrossed with the little clown fish called Nemo on the plasma screen in front of them.

I slip out of my dress and shimmy into the white skinny jeans he has packed, a white tank and a navy blue Mariners hoodie. When I return to my seat Phoebe is stirring. Unstrapping her from her booster I pull her to my chest and kiss the top of her silky head. I stroll over to the empty seat next to Christian and Teddy and curl up with Phoebe nestled in my lap. I rest my head on Christians shoulder and watch the little clown fish that is Nemo with my family. My beautiful, perfect family.

It is 9.30 pm when we arrive at our New York apartment in Central South Park. In 3 years, I have been here once. It is every bit as extravagant and luxurious , if not more so, than Escala. It is spacious, modern and very 'Christian'. The private elevator whizzes us up to the 3 storied, interior design masterpiece. The walls are all cream, large angled windows look out over New York. The cream is broken by accents of green and black. It is something you would find flicking through a glossy magazine. Our family living area is on the first floor, security occupy the second, Margaret the live-in house keeper lives on the top floor with her husband Robert, she is lovely, though Christian informs me she left this afternoon and is away for 10 days. Christian carries Phoebe into the living area and places her on a soft cushioned baby mat that Margaret had set up ready. She immediately begins kicking her legs and pumping her chubby arms watching the swinging toys above her. Teddy runs from room to room, checking out his new surrounding.

"Hey slowly down buddy." Christian chuckles as Teddy flies past him.

"Me hungy." Teddy halts in the kitchen.

"What do you feel like baby." I ask, following him into the room.

"Donals." he starts jumping up and down. "Donnnnnals." he repeats exaggerating.

"You want donuts?" Christian questions.

"No, Donals." he stomps his foot and clenches his fists slightly at his sides.

"Well if it ain't mini Christian at his finest." I giggle softly in Christians ear. "Donald's babe, your son wants McDonald's, get him a happy meal, he has chicken nuggets with sweet and sour sauce. I'll have a seared Chicken burger and some fries, ooo and a chocolate sundae, extra sauce. Make it snappy, I'm starving." I slap his butt playful before leaving him with his miniature clone to sort our grumbling tummies.

45 minutes later, Christian, Teddy and Taylor arrive back with bags of food. Teddy is grinning from ear to ear and sporting a new Yankees cap.

"Finally." I groan. Dragging myself from the sofa.

"Pheebs sleeping?" Christian asks.

"Sure is, out for the count and snoring like her father. Now where's my Sundae?"

"Aren't you going to eat your burger first?" he arches an eyebrow and looks at me like Ray did when I broke the rules.

"No, I'm going to have my sundae first." I hold my arm out waiting to receive the sundae. He places the cold plastic in my palm. "I asked for extra sauce." I huff.

"That is with extra sauce." Christian shakes his head in amusement.

"That does not have extra sauce." I hold the sundae up to his face.

"Would you like me to take it back and demand more sauce." he cocks his head to the side.

"Yes." I look him directly in the eye, biting my lip to prevent myself from bursting into a fit of laughter at his shocked expression. "I'm kidding Christian." I grab the plastic spoon from his hand take a seat at the dining table next to Teddy.

"That's a great hat you have on baby." I watch as he scoops up the sauce in its little tub with the end of a nugget.

"Dadda got me." he smiles before shoving the nugget in his mouth, sauce dripping down his chin. He scoots off his chair and walks to a large white paper bag resting by the door. He clutches the handle and drags it to the table.

"An dis," he pulls out a little baseball placing it on the table, "an dis," a soft baseball bat, "an dis," a Derek Jeter figurine, "an dis," a blue New York Yankee Velcro wallet, "an dis," a pez dispenser with a baseball on top, "an dis," a foam hand, "an dissss," a small Yankee replica baseball tee.

He climbs back onto his chair and continues feasting on his chicken nuggets.

"Wow, aren't you lucky, that's some cool stuff you have there baby, I hope you said thank you to Daddy." I look over at Christian who is staring at his son with a huge grin on his face.

"Come on son, bath time then bed okay." Christian stands as Teddy finishes the last of his fries.

"K daddy." he smiles, his eyes barely open.

Christian lifts Teddy up in his arms and carries him through to the bedroom. I clear up the dinner mess and place all of Teddy baseball things back into the paper bag. It is late and I am tired but I could do with a wine right now. I walk to the fridge and open the double doors. A bottle of Bollinger sits in the wine cooler to the left. I grab a glass from the shelf and pour myself a generous amount. I take my wine to the living room and sink into the sofa. When Christian returns I have emptied my glass and am sprawled out on the cushions.

"Tired baby," he crawls over me and snuggles in beside me, spooning me from behind.

"MmmmHmmm." is about all I can manage.

"Come to bed." he whispers. His hand sweeps up my thigh before grabbing my hip and pulling me closer. His chin is resting on my shoulder. The warmth of his breath, strong touch and silky hair flopping over my neck ignite all my nerve endings. It's been 3 days - well two and a half technically- but it feels like forever since I made love to my husband. I reneged on the 5 day lock down on the night of day one, but circumstances saw this play out differently. It was time. Nothing was going to stop me tonight.

Leaning on my elbow I wiggle up and turn my body towards the beautiful man beside me. I raise my hand to his face, placing my fingers on his cheek I slowly sweep them down to his jaw then back up to trace around his mouth. His lips part slowly and his kisses the pad of my finger. My finger lingered on his lips. His warm velvety tongue circled the tip, then sucked it into his mouth. I watch his mouth, momentarily paralysed as his tongue licks, nips and sucks my finger. My body stills in anticipation. I press my thighs together, welcoming the warm dull ache between my legs. I pull my legs up and using Christians shoulder for support I kneel on the edge of the sofa., grasping his hand I pull him into a sitting position. I shuffle backwards and lower my feet to the ground so that I am standing in front of him. I hold my hand out in front of me. He wraps his strong fingers around mine and together we walk into the bedroom, silent.

He sits on the edge of the bed and shrugs his jacket off, then leans back and rests on his elbows, still gazing up at me, still silent. I stand before him, and very slowly remove my clothes, my hoodie first, then jeans, tank, bra and panties. His breathing becomes harsh as his eyes scan me, all of me. I stand mesmerized at the awe in his eyes. In this moment I wonder if any two people in history have ever craved each other the way we do.

"So beautiful." he chokes huskily. I saunter forward and gently tug his shirt from the waistband of his black slacks. Clutching his shirt collar I pull him towards me and plant feather like kisses all over his jaw as my fingers work the buttons of his shirt. When I reach the last button I place my hands on his abdomen and glide my hands up his bare skin to his shoulders then push his shirt over then down. I drop to my knees and pop the button on his pants, then softly tug at the zipper. Grabbing some fabric on either side of his thighs I wiggle his pants down. He gasps as I hook my thumbs into the waist band of his boxers and yank them down - freeing him.

"Fuck Ana." he moans throwing his head back. A dreamy smile creeping onto his face. His tongue moistens his bottom lip before he draws it into his mouth, clamps it down with his teeth. I crawl onto the bed hovering over him. Grabbing my hip he wiggles up so that I am straddling one of his thighs. I lower myself slowly so that I am sitting on his thigh.

"Fuck baby," he inhales, "your soaking." I wiggle playfully rubbing my slickness over his skin. A soft groan escapes his throat. He pushes himself up so that we are sitting eye to eye, blue to gray. His hands reach for my face, one on either side and slowly, slowly, slowly he lowers his lips to mine. His lips part slightly and capture my bottom lip, caressing it and tugging at it softly, he releases it then does the same sensual action with my upper lip. My skin tingles with every arousing move. Desire burns deep within my belly. Christians man hood is pressing hard into my stomach. I rock back and forth, bucking my hips indulgently in perfect synchronization of our kisses. His warm, sweet tongue brushes against my lower lip and I moan quietly into his mouth, possessed by carnal desire. My hands clasp his shoulders and I push myself up, then lower myself lingeringly onto his full, rock hard erection. I throw my head back groaning as his huge heavenly shaft stretches my core. It is a delicious sensation. I continue my rocking motion, relishing the feel of my husband glorious cock inside of me. His thumbs stroke my thighs, brushing against my clit sporadically, painting delicate circles, around and around, leaving a scorching trail in his wake.

"Christian," I squeak, my voice catching in my throat.

"Sshhh Baby," he whispers, "just feel it." His husky voice only urges me on.

"Ooooo…Christian…ahh..baby." I cannot contain the overwhelming passion throbbing through my body, every inch of me is alight.

"I know baby, I know." His jaw is clenched, his eyes closed. He wraps his arm around my back and swiftly rolls us over so that I am beneath him, his elbows resting on either side of my head. "Always so wet for me." he groans, pulling out slowly so that only his tip is encased in my slick folds. After a few aching seconds he gently eases back in while licking my neck. "Uuuhhh." he grunts, "fuck baby, you are like heaven on earth." He pulls out to his tip again and slides back in repeating the delicious torture over and over and over again.

"Oooooo…I …. I …love…you …soooo… much." I pant, my entire body a quivering, slippery mess. That beautiful core tightening sensation begins building. Our bodies glowing with a thin layer of perspiration. I slap my hands against his back and drag my fingernails down to his sublime ass.

"Open your eyes baby, I want to see you." my eyes flutter open and fix onto his. "That's it baby, let me look at those beautiful eyes." he strains, picking up his pace.

"Mmmm…. Faster Christian…. Faster." I grab his butt with both hands and squeeze tightly, pulling him deeper into me.

"Christ Ana." he groans and starts slamming into me - harder and faster. He pushes up on his hands and straightens his arms then thrusts desperately, over and over. I arch my back, clutching at the bed sheets.

"Let it go baby." Christian growls, and thrusts again.

"Ahhhh…oooo…ooo babe." I am screaming, my body is teetering on the edge.

"LET. ." he hisses through his teeth.

And I EXPLODE, my core contracting violently, my body trembling and convulsing as he yells a jumbled version of my name then stills, collapsing on top of me.

He rolls off of me and we both lie staring at the ceiling, panting. He reaches over and clasps his hand in mine.

"I think I just died and went to heaven." I sigh then giggle quietly.

"Worth the trip for." he chuckles.

"Oh Christian, I'd travel to the ends of the earth for that."