Update: Thank you chrisana 143 for pointing out my Sawyer mistake. I have changed the names to keep in with the story :). My bad!

A/: I know it has been such a long time since I posted. Life has been crazy. I lost my writing mojo for awhile also. My computer is officially out of order so I'm having to type this through my smart phone. For those off you who have auto correct and predictive text i'm sure you'll understand how frustrating and time consuming it can be trying to type a story. Please bear with me while I get back into the swing if things. My writing may be a bit 'off' for a few chapters while I get my groove back. Also it will no doubt take me a few days between posting chapters while I battle with this phone, but rest assured that I am not giving up on this story.

I would also like to thank the new followers and the lovely people who have left reviews while I've been on hiatus. Every review and follower is much appreciated, so thank you.

Just incase you don't remember - We left off with Christian and Ana in New York having just broken their 5 day 'no sex' arrangement that was put in place after Christian took Ana to Vegas and completely overhauled Grey Publishing on the sly. Ana fired Hannah and Kate and Elliot are having trouble in their marriage due to a bit of PND with Kate and of course the abusive mail she has been receiving.

So without further ado here it is:

Chapter 24 - Hair yanking, nail clawing and banshee screaming.

Ana's POV

Wednesday in New York is interesting. The morning is spent with Gail and security shopping up a storm with the children. We practically clear Fao Schwarz of all their merchandise, well not quite but i'm certain we purchased probably one of every item they stocked. So much so that we had to choose only a select few to bring home and the rest is being delivered to Seattle on Friday. I think for the first time in 3 years I may have actually made a significant chip in the personal account. The children were completely knackered out after the toy store rampage so Gail offered to take them back to the apartment for a nap so that I could continue shopping. Prescott escorted Gail and the children home while I continued onto the designer boutiques with Reynolds in tow. 4 clothing shops, 1 lingerie shop and a book store later I've had enough and inform Ryan I'd like to visit my husband at the GEH New York offices.

"Ryan?" I ask while on the way to GEH. "Can you phone ahead to Taylor and see what Christians schedule is at this time. I don't want to interrupt him during a meeting or anything. Also, if he's not busy can we stop somewhere so I can pick up some lunch please."

"I don't think you'll be needing to pick up lunch Ana, they bought in full catering for the day, they always do when the boss visits." He rolls his eyes at me through the rear view mirror. "I guess when you don't work with the big man everyday like the Seattle team you use every opportunity to kiss his...Eh hem, impress him." He corrects himself making me giggle. "I'll phone Taylor now Ma'am. "

While Reynolds is speaking to Taylor on the hands free I take the time to pull out my compact, apply some lip gloss, and check my hair as best I can.

"You're good to go Mrs Grey, he is free for the next hour or so. Taylor will try delay him from having his lunch."

"Thank you Ryan."

Moments later we are entering the underground car park of a building equally as impressive as the Seatle headquarters. Ryan parks in a reserved bay close to the elevator.

He escorts me up to ground level and then through to the large reception area. I am not at all surprised to see the reception desk manned by 2 young, immaculately presented blondes. I look up at Reynolds and roll my eyes in mock surprise. He knows exactly why I am rolling my eyes and lets a little chuckle escape his throat. Seriously this unofficial blonde requirement is bordering ridiculous. I tell Reynolds that rather than go straight up to Christians office i'd like him to call him down so Christian can show me around first. He rings through to Christian while i walk around the granite lobby looking at all the art work adorning the walls. There's a lot more colour here than in the Seattle lobby. As I approach the reception desk the animated voices of blonde one and two become audible.

"Mr Grey." ..."So sexy."..."Handsome." ... "Came in my panties." "Bet he has a huge package." "Wonder if he plays around while he's away, maybe i should invite him out for a drink later and find out." I look at Reynolds who's now off the phone and obviously finding this amusing. His shoulders are jerking with silent laughter and he is shaking his head - I hope in disgust at the crude conversation. God, is no woman immune to my Grey Adonis?

The blondies are still huddled, giggling and whispering when I reach their station. They both look up at me. Blondie on the right who creamed her panties and wants to invite my husband out for drinks clears her throat.

"Good afternoon Ma'am, welcome to Grey Enterprises. How can we help you today." She is smiling politely but looking me up and down. For what reason, who knows, but it is obvious they have no idea who I am.

"Good afternoon, Tammy is it?" I glance down at her name tag quickly.

"Yes." She replies sweetly.

"Tammy," I hiss causing her eyes to widen. "In response to your rather public conversation the answers are: yes, sexy doesn't even begin to describe him, handsome - beyond words, creaming your panties - well that's just a piece of information you really should keep to yourself unless of course you like to portray yourself as smutty. Huge? - eh, more like fucking enormous, and as for him playing around - dream the fuck on!" I growl. Both receptionists are standing open-mouthed staring at me in shock. Hell, Reynolds is staring at me in shock. It's not my usual style and I don't know why I just didn't walk by and leave it be. I'm used to hearing that kind of talk about Christian, but for some reason today my inner bitch decided to join me and make an appearance.

"Um... Excuse me miss, i'm not sure who you think..." Tammy begins to snap. Are you shitting me, she still hasn't put two and two together? Right on cue the elevator pings and out strolls Christian. His hands are nestled in the front pockets of his slacks, the top two buttons of his shirt are undone and his hair has the usual just fucked look about it. I sigh at the sexiness of him. Can I really blame them for talking about him?

"Hey baby." He grins while wrapping his arms around me and sweeping me in for a hug. "I wasn't expecting to see your beautiful face here. Best fucking lunch order ever, and I didn't even have to order you, you came free and delivered." He smirks. Oh, playful fifty is out to play today.

"Well Hey yourself handsome, free for lunch then I take it?"

"I'm all yours." He grins. "Where's the rugrats?"

"They are at the apartment napping, seems shopping tires them out."

"Well in that case." He winks.

He turns to Tammy and blondie 2. "See to it that any calls are sent to my answer phone until I inform you otherwise. I'd like to have lunch with my wife in peace."

He turns back to me and places his hand on the small of my back and begins to lead me to the elevator. I can't help myself, I turn quickly back to reception and see them both still staring. Yeah bitches he's mine. "Fucking gigantic." I mouth with a grin while holding my hands up in the air and measuring about a foot and a half between my palms. Satisfied I've wound them up enough I turn back around and plant a chaste kiss on fifty's lips. I snuggle into his side, clutch his bicep with my hands and rest my head on his shoulder while he calls for the elevator. He leans down and plants a kiss on top of my head.

"Do I want to know what that was about." He looks down at me questioningly.

"Ugh, just putting those man eaters in their place." I sigh.

"I think we'll skip lunch." He smirks. I look at him curiously. "You're a fucking little sex goddess when you are jealous baby. I'm not passing the opportunity up. I could do with some crazy back clawing, neck biting, hair yanking, banshee screaming...,"

"Christian! I do not scream like a banshee." I pout.

"Oh you will baby, you will." He grunts while pushing me into the elevator.

As soon as we reach Christians office we are all hands, feet and mouths. My legs are wrapped around Christians waist, one hand is slung around his neck holding on while the other fumbles with his shirt buttons. Mean while my mouth is occupied - sucking, licking and biting his neck.

Christian has one arm coiled behind my back grasping my ass while the other is blindly trying to undo the fly on my skinny jeans having already yanked my shirt over my head. His mouth is attached to the sheer white fabric of my bra, his teeth and tongue expertly teasing my now sensitive nipple.

"Fuck baby. The things you can do with that delectable mouth of yours." He groans after I bite than suck his skin like a horny vampire.

"Christian." I pant. "Please fuck me now, I need you." I practically cry in desperation. My body is alight everywhere. Everything is throbbing from my core outwards. I begin to grind my sex against him, looking for friction to relieve the overwhelming pleasure and anticipation pulsing through me.

He lowers my feet to the floor and drops to his knees pulling my jeans down. A soft growl from deep within his chest escapes his lips when he sees my very sheer, very wet, white panties.

"Christ baby, look at that succulent cunt dripping just for me. You are so fucking perfect baby." I drop my head back and roll my eyes as his tongue makes contact with my panties, he licks between my thighs in a slow sensual sweeping motion, like he's licking an ice cream cone.

"Ah." I squeak. Completely lost in the delicious torture. My body begins to take on a mind of its own and my hips begin to gyrate against Christians tongue. I cup my breasts with my hands and moan as I rub and pinch my nipples between my fingers.

"That's it baby." Christians muffled voice vibrates against my sex. "You look so beautiful playing with your tits, take your bra off baby. I want to see those perfect, pink nipples."

My fingers glide over my heaving breasts and effortlessly unhook the front clasp. I slip the straps from my shoulders and let it flutter to the ground. Christians fingers hook into the band of my panties and he slowly drags them down leaving butterfly kisses all over my thighs as he makes his way down.

I shiver as a single finger glides through my slick folds. My body trembles with heated desire. I feel about ready to combust. My breathing is fast and heavy, it is almost embarrassing.

"Chhrrrr...issshhhh." I barely manage to pant.

"You taste so good baby. I wish you could see what I see, your pussy is glistening with your sweet juice. Your pussy lips are so pink and pretty and your clit is swollen. It looks fucking scrumptious." He hums, his finger still running up and down my cleft.

I grab hold of his hair as his finger runs along to my nub and he increases the pressure of his finger. I gasp as he flicks the swollen bundle of nerves hidden in my folds and I'm soon a goner. I claw desperately at his hair while pushing his head down to my sex.

"Chris...ttttt... Hole...eeee...fucccccK... Ahhhhh...AAAAAA." I scream as his tongue takes over and rides out my orgasm, licking and sucking up my juices.

He stands up, pushing his pants down. Wrapping an arm behind me he pulls me up so that my legs are wrapped around his waist again then SLAMS into me, fast and hard.

"Fuck Ana. You are so hot and tight." He grunts. His hands now gripping my hips so he can continue to lift me then slam me back down.

"I love you so much Christian. You...are...mine!" I scream between slams.

"That's...right...baby...all...yours."

One of his hands leaves my hip and grasps my hair, pulling my head back to expose my throat. His mouth latches on to my flesh and starts to suck forcefully if I wasn't so incoherent with ecstasy I'm positive it would be painful. The action resonates to my core and I loose any sense of what little inhibition I still had. I weave my hands through Christians hair and pull hard, my thighs are clenching around his waist and I'm gyrating against him like an out of control agitator.

We are both covered in a slippery sheen, working up a sweat in the most magical way. My hands leave his head and coil under his arms and around to his back, my nails are clawing and fingers grasping -trying desperately to clutch onto something...anything.

"UGH...aaaa...scratch me baby, fucking harder." He snarls, still furiously slamming me over and over. I grasp the top of his shoulders then drag my nails viciously all the way down his back to his ass where I dig them in to his toned flesh and pull him to me harder with his next pump.

"Fuck Ana. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Baby do that again." I repeat the action with my nails, causing him to throw his head back and dam near roar.

I can feel the intense heat radiating through me from his erection. I can feel him throbbing and pulsing, his heart beating rapidly, pounding against my chest. I can hear his teeth grinding in pure frustrated passion, determined to find release.

"I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you." I mumble over and over and over.

His mouth draws in a nipple and suckles it making my sex clench. My hair is a sweaty mess, stuck to my face in all directions.

"Ana...baby...ooooooo shit." His face contorts with an array of fleeting emotions. Love. Worship. Ecstasy. Determination. His thrusts slow slightly, becoming long and deep. "God...dam...perfect..." He groans.

"Christian." I cry, dropping my forehead to rest against his sweaty chest. "I'm...gonna...oooooohhhh." I sob. My whole body begins to build with such intensity it's overwhelming.

"I know baby. I got you. Let it go for me honey, let it go."

I wrap my arms around his neck and attack his mouth with mine. My tongue strokes his sensually. I moan into his mouth and my fingers mindlessly find their way back to his hair to tug as the powerful, intense orgasm racks my body. The exquisite release only intensifies as Christian grips my outer thighs with vice like strength and explodes magnificently inside of me.

"AAAAAA .oooooo...eehhh...OOOoooooo." I scream, over and over like a banshee. My body convulsing against his.

"Jesus...fuck...babe...oh shit." He mumbles as we collapse into a tangled heap on the floor. We remain connected intimately as we catch our breaths.

"Fuck Ana, that was... Beyond yar. That was, out of this world." His warm breath tickles my ear. Gently his hands sweep all the sweaty strands of hair from my face. He cups my face and kisses me softly. "I fucking love you."

"Ditto babe." I murmur still breathless. "So much."

"Come on baby. Lets get you cleaned up and fed." He pulls out of me slowly making me wince a little.

After a delicious lunch curled up in Christians lap on his office sofa the rest of the afternoon is spent back at the apartment playing with the children and their new toys - nibbling on way too much candy and sitting through 'Finding Nemo' for the 1000th time. I'm really starting to dislike that little clown fish.

Christian returns from his office at around 4pm and we are in the air heading for home by 6pm.

We have been flying for around 3 hours when the children finally nod off. I place Phoebe into her booster seat, carefully buckling her in and cover her with her blankie. Exhaustion from all the travelling, late nights, extravagant shopping spree and epic office sex hits me. I drag myself over to Christian and curl up on his lap.

"Everything okay baby?" He asks after placing a soft kiss on my forehead.

"Just tired." I choke out while yawning.

"Sleep baby, it's been a long few days, you have a full schedule tomorrow and I'm sure you must have over exerted yourself today". Christian chuckles and rests his chin on the top of my head. I grin at the comment.

" I'm sorry." I whisper. Suddenly I feel a little embarrassed for stopping by his office for sex.

"Hey." He murmurs cupping my face and tilting it up to meet his. "Don't be sorry, you can ride me at my office anytime you dam well want to. That was amazing baby. Please don't ever apologise for needing to be with me."

"I don't know why I let those girls get to me. I can't believe I let my guard down around them."

"Don't over think this Ana. You know if the situation had been reversed and it had been you i heard two fuckers talking about I wouldn't have just verbally confronted them, I would have knocked the fuckers out cold."

"True." I whisper. "I spent a lot of money today." I change the subject.

"I know. Was it painful?" He chuckles

"Excruciating." I snort.

He begins nuzzling my neck. The nuzzling fast turns into deep sucking and biting. "Payback Mrs Grey."

"Mmmm." I hum, enjoying the wet warmth of his mouth.

"You left quite a mess on my neck today baby. It was only when I started getting agitated at every fucker in the building staring at me that Taylor informed me of your... art work."

His hand creeps up the front of my shirt and his fingers dance delicately over my skin till they find my nipples. I groan at the delicious feeling spreading through my body.

"Don't stop sucking my neck," I mumble sleepily, "that felt wonderful."

"Your wish is my command baby, but don't fall asleep just yet. I need to run something past you while the children are sleeping." His mouth latches onto my neck again. I tilt my head to his far shoulder giving him better access.

After a few minutes of thoroughly devouring my neck Christian kisses the top of my head then gently lifts my face so that I am looking at him. His stormy eyes tell me there is something on his mind.

"What's on your mind?"

"Something I need you to hear me out on. Can you do that baby, can you make sure you listen to everything I have to say before you give me an answer?"

Immediately I am on guard. Conversations that begin with 'hear me out' never end well between us.
"Christian, I'll try. I always do."

He exhales with years practised exaggeration. The force of his breath makes the loose strands of hair surrounding my face fly up.

"I had a video conference with the heads of legal and media this afternoon after you left and the fuckers have suggested, well more like strongly advised that due to the threat of the photos Leila has possibly being handed over to fuck knows whose grubby hands, that well..."

"Yea..." I gaze at him in anticipation.

"They want...shit baby. They believe ..." he struggles to get his words out so i know it means he doesn't approve. After awhile of being lost in thought he continues. "If there are photos of us, mainly you in that type of setting released to the public by us first, Leila's photos won't hold so much momentum or interest if they ever do end up in the public eye".

"Hold up." I sit up straight in a panic. "Are you telling me you want me to pose in sex photos that will be released to the media." I ask, raising my voice a few octaves.

"Not exactly. The want us to do a magazine spread with another billionaire couple. BDSM will be the theme of the photo shoot. The angle they are aiming for is Domination. Dominating the business world. The dominatrix photos will fit the theme. The spread will involve an interview with us both and a personal photo shoot plus a joint photo shoot with the other couple."

"Who is the other couple?"

"Gideon and Eva Cross. Another young billionaire business man. New York based."

"I think I've heard of them." I inhale deeply. "What do you think babe? If you think this will work and want to go ahead with it then I will do it for you."

"Oh baby." He sighs. "As much as I don't want you out there for every fucker to jerk off to, I do think the idea will work. I wouldn't have even mentioned it to you if I thought otherwise." He takes hold of my hand and weaves his fingers through mine.

"No topless shots." I blurt.

"As if!" He scoffs. "Those beauties are for my eyes only. You. Are. Mine Ana. Trust me, nothing will be published without our approval."

"Okay." I shrug, too tired to engage in anymore heavy conversation.

"You amaze me everyday Ana. I don't know what I'd do without you by my side. I love you so, so much baby."

"Ditto babe." I slur, drifting off to sleep.

"Baby."

"Hmmmm."

"Thank you." He whispers. His hands run through my hair repeatedly. I fall into a comforting sleep curled up in my husbands lap wrapped in the haven of his protective arms. Oh how I love my man.