A/N: It's been awhile I know! Apologies. I've been busy reading some stories on here. There are some great FSOG stories! I'm addicted. I just logged on and seen heaps of messages in my inbox asking for an update- my email alerts must not be working :( sorry I didn't reply, I wasn't ignoring you! But here's the update you are all wanting :)

So I know I was going to include Kate and Elliot's night in here... Sorry, you'll have to wait some more... It just didn't happen. Slap me! Anywho, also been busy reading the crossfire books again, I'm getting into the Gideon/Eva spirit for the next chapter. I want to capture their interaction perfectly.

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Chapter 41 - Bite Me

APOV

"Mrs Grey." Dr Greene's receptionist calls us. "Dr Greene will see you now."

Christian picks my handbag up from below my seat for me and escorts me into the doctors office with his hand resting on the small of my back.

"Baby, stop fidgeting." Christian chuckles as my fingers and feet tap away nervously as we wait for Dr Greene to return to her office.

"I'm sorry. I'm nervous." I turn sideways and look at him, trying to distract myself.

"Why are you nervous?" He takes hold of my hand and rubs his thumb back and forth over my knuckles trying to soothe my nerves away.

"I'm not sure." I shrug. "I guess I just wasn't expecting to be back here again anytime soon."

"Hey, everything is going to be fine." He lifts my chin with his finger and presses his lips to mine. I melt into his touch, his soft, warm lips absorbing my nerves.

"Ana, Christian." Dr Greene walks in on our intimate our moment. I break away from Christian with rosy coloured cheeks, embarrassed at been caught smooching in the doctors office.

"What can I do for you today Ana?"

"I think we may be pregnant again." I murmur.

"Congratulations. You think? I assume then that you have taken a home pregnancy test?" She says while scribbling in my folder full of notes.

"Ah yes. A few days ago actually. I just want it confirmed so that we can start the ball rolling with my pregnancy care."

"Of course. So, can you tell me when your last menstrual cycle was?"

I look at Christian, he always knows this stuff. He shakes his head and shrugs - as clueless as I am.

"I can't be 100 percent certain. To be honest I have been pretty irregular since giving birth to Phoebe. At a guess I'd say January."

"Okay, well we can do a scan to get an accurate reading of how far along you might be. Would you like to go fill this up please." She leans down and takes one of those small clear plastic cups from under her desk. I hate those things. "Just leave it on the shelf in the toilet when you are done." I take the cup and enter the bathroom adjoining her office and close the door. Crap! Maybe I should have had some water before we came. I have no urge to pee whatsoever.

After a few minutes of sitting on the loo thinking of waterfalls I manage a little tinkle. I place the cup on the Formica shelf, wash my hands and exit back into the office. Christian is looking concerned.

"Everything okay baby? You took a awhile." He whispers in my ear when Dr Greene enters the bathroom with a stick in her hand.

"Fine, just performance anxiety." I shrug, giving an explanation. He arches am eyebrow. "Give me a break. I haven't had anything to drink since breakfast and its hard to pee when there's people in the next room listening."

"Why haven't you had a drink?" He hisses. "Ana, you knew we were coming and you'd need to do a urine test but more importantly, you need to stay hydrated." He scowls.

"Christian, not now." I sigh, turning my attention back to Dr Greene who is reentering the office.

"Definitely Positive." She smiles and takes a seat in her leather swivel chair. "So...we will get some blood work done and an early glucose test. I will give you a prescription for vitamins and 3 months worth of folic acid." She is writing on her little prescription pad. Christian takes my hand in his and give it a squeeze.

"Shall we do an ultrasound and see how far along you are?"

"Please." I squeak, not looking forward to the probe about to be shoved up my lady bits.

"We can try a sonogram first." She smiles knowingly at the uncomfortable look on my face. "If we can't see anything we will have to do a transvaginal scan."

I slide onto the hospital bed on the far side of her office. Christian takes a seat beside me as Dr Greene turns her office lights off.

Once back at the bed she tucks a small towel into the top of my panties then squirts the cold gel onto my stomach.

"Lets have a look shall we?" She grabs hold of the sonogram wand and places it on my lower abdomen, circling it a few times to spread out the gel. She presses down firmly making me feel slightly uncomfortable. Christians grabs my hand, holds it up to his mouth and kisses my knuckles. I look at him and mouth 'I love you'.

"There we are." I look up at the screen of black at white as she focuses in. Wow, that's a big blip.

She freezes the screen and zooms in, using a mouse attached to the machine to measure the length and head circumference. I turn to Christian who is staring wide eyed at the screen looking at our 3rd little blip.

"She must be at least 10 weeks?" Christian swallows looking shocked. I look back at the screen and realise what he is talking about. The embryo is rather large for only just being pregnant.

"My estimate would be about 12 or 13." Dr Greene replies, busy taking measurements.

"Thirteen!" I screech, more than a little shocked. I shake my head no. "No, no. I'm sorry I think your machine is inaccurate. I am not 13 weeks. There's no way. No, just no." I ramble. Christian looks at me amused and stifles a laugh by coughing.

"No Mrs Grey, I'm pretty sure my machine is correct." She snickers softly, pissing me off.

"I think I would know if I have been pregnant for the past 3 months." I snap.

"I can only go by the measurements Mrs Grey. I believe you must have conceived early December, and I estimate your due date to be approximately ... the 31st of August."

"But... I mean Phoebe would have only been about 3 months?" I still can't believe it. "How does that even happen?..."

"Baby, do you really need to ask how this happened?" Christian laughs but quickly stops and straightens up when he sees my death glare.

"It's very common Mrs Grey. Generally after childbirth and breast feeding it can take a while for your menstrual cycle to return. Often women think no menstrual cycle means the inability to conceive. It is absolutely possible, and often the misconception results in surprise pregnancies." No shit Sherlock.

"Okay, well... Right." Christian stutters, not quite knowing what to say.

"Do you have any questions?" Dr Greene wipes my stomach with a paper towel and pulls my blouse down.

"I... Um... I didn't know. I mean I have had a period since then?" Seriously, how could I not have known?

"Everything looks perfect Ana. I would assume the bleeding you experienced was implantation bleeding. Women often mistake it as a light period. However if you do experience anymore bleeding at this stage I'd like you to come in immediately."

"Of..c..course." I stutter. I don't know why I'm feeling the way I am. I feel... I don't know what I feel actually.

Dr Greene continues to do all the usual pregnancy checks; my blood pressure, my weight -then schedules an appointment for four weeks time.

When we finish Christian escorts me from the hospital to Taylor who is waiting out front in the SUV. Thank god there are no paps here. I slide into the back seat staring into thin air. 13 weeks! I don't even have a little bump, do I? I run my hand down my stomach.

"Baby, are you okay? You are really quiet. I know it must have come as quite a shock..."

"A shock?" I turn to him. "Christian 3 days ago I had no clue I was pregnant. Now I'm entering the second trimester? It's just...it's just very unexpected that all."

"It just means we will be meeting this little one earlier than expected, that's all." He shuffles over to be closer to me and places a hand on my belly.

"I know... I'm sorry, I just need to process this." I place my hand on top of his and entwine our fingers.

"How about we head back to my office for lunch? We can order in. Do you have much on this afternoon?" Christian asks.

"Not really, just a few edits to read and sign off but I can get Jessica to email me them instead. I'm not in the mood for crowds right now so just me and my handsome husband sounds perfect". I run my hand up his thigh, enticingly close to his crotch. He closes his eyes and exhales.

"Not now baby," he whispers. "Soon." I stroke his cheek then run my fingers delicately across his lips - then like a good girl I sit back in my seat and keep my hands to myself.

"Straight to Grey House Taylor." Christian instructs Jason.

After a short, fairly silent drive we arrive at Grey House. Christian sweeps us through reception and into the elevator straight to the executive floor.

I plonk myself down on the very comfortable sofa, kick my heels off and lie back.

"Comfortable?" Christian smirks.

"Very." I giggle lifting my feet onto the sofa arm and wiggling my toes.

Christian takes his suit blazer off and flings it on the back of his chair then loosens his tie. "I'm just going to get Andrea to order us some lunch. Anything in particular you feel like?"

"Not really. I'm easy." I smile. He leaves his office casually shutting the door behind him.

I reach down and rummage through my bag for my phone and ring Jessica.

"Grey publishing, Jessica Chalmers speaking."

"Hi Jessica, it's Ana. Just wanted to let you know that I'll be working from Christians office this afternoon. Can you email me the Curtis manuscript and I'll have a squiz through it here."

"No problem. Anything else Mrs Grey?"

"No, but if anything comes up don't hesitate to contact me."

"Certainly. Have a great weekend in New York."

"Thank you Jessica, see you Monday." Ugh, why did she have to remind me? Tomorrow is Saturday, the day of the magazine shoot. Christian and I fly out to New York tonight. I packed my bag yesterday when I returned from shopping with Kate - complete with all the new lingerie. Although we have the shoot we also have quite a bit of alone time, as the children are staying in Seattle with Gail - I plan on making it a memorable weekend - just me and my man.

"Lunch won't be long." Christian opens his office door and shuts it again behind me.

"Thank you. Babe can I print something off in here?"

"Of course you can. What do you need to print baby?"

"Just part of a manuscript Jessica is emailing me."

"Is the email on your phone." I nod, pulling the email up. "Pass your phone here, I will sync it with my printer and send it straight there." I hand him my phone. Less than a minute later his printer beeps into life and starts spitting out papers.

Christian sends Andrea out to bind the printed manuscript while we eat lunch cuddled up on the sofa. Christian has ordered cream cheese and salmon bagels and a platter of fresh fruit.

"Grape?" He smirks, picking up a grape from the platter which is resting on the coffee table Christian dragged over to the sofa.

"Mmm, yes please." I open my mouth and he pops the grape in, following it up with a gentle kiss when I close my mouth.

He watches me intently as I chew my grape slowly, his eyes burning intensely. The look in his eyes alone gives me goosebumps. As much as I'd love to touch him, to kiss him, and feel him - I know Andrea is due back any moment and the last thing we need is to be walked in on again - especially at work. I close my eyes and shake my head at the thought of how many times we've been busted in a compromising position. I decide to divert the mood, at least until Andrea has returned with the manuscript - I'd be lying if I said I didn't want him to sink into me right here, right now.

"Christian, there's something I want to run past you, something I've been thinking about for the past few days." He pouts - I think at my lack of interest in his obvious desire.

"I'm all ears baby." He murmurs, pushing himself up to sit a little straighter.

"Well I was thinking that with another baby on the way...especially with Teddy and Phoebe still being young that..."

"You think we should look at hiring an additional nanny?" He asks before popping a grape in his mouth.

"No, not exactly."

"Baby, I am not sending our children to daycare. No, no way in hell."

"Christian." I growl. "Would you let me finish please."

"Sorry. Continue." He chuckles.

"Actually, how would you feel if I was to leave work and be a Mommy for a while?"

He coughs. "Are you serious?" He asks incredulously.

"Yes."

"Baby, there's nothing I'd love more than for you to stay at home and look after our babies full time. I... Wow. Yes, definitely yes... Ana are -you sure YOU want that though? I know how much you love your work."

"I know. I've thought about it a lot, before we even knew we were expecting again. I think finding out just confirmed it was the right thing to do."

"I'll support you in whatever you decide Ana, you know that. If you decide that giving up work is what you want then I'll back you 100 percent. GP will always be yours Ana, it'll be waiting for you if or when you decide to return."

"I know. I'd still want to be kept in the loop and be involved in some way, maybe reading manuscripts or editing from home."

"That sounds like a perfect compromise to me."

"So you're okay with it then?"

"Of course I am. Whatever makes you happy makes me happy." He presses his lips to my forehead.

"Oh I think you know what makes me happy Mr Grey." I giggle, then realise quickly I've just re-ignited the spark I had just tried to extinguish. I look up at him and see a very arousing smirk on his face which heats my face and sends tingles to my sex.

"I don't think I do Mrs Grey, care to enlighten me?" His breathy voice makes all my insides spark with excitement. Oh fuck it, I want him and I want him now, desperately. I stand up and look around trying to come up with some sort of plan.

"Come." I crook my finger and summon him to follow me. I walk backwards towards his office bathroom. He follows slowly, his fingers fiddling with his tie until he is able to pull it off. He drops it on the floor - something about the action of him doing that sends a wave of delicious anticipation from my feet right through to my face igniting all the right nerves.

I hit the bathroom door and come to a stop. He's in front of me instantly, his hands either side of my head, his body oozing desire.

"Does this make you happy?" He croaks, leaning in to nuzzle my neck.

"Y...yes." I stutter as he moves down my neck to my heaving chest.

"And this..." He slides his finger down my shirt popping open the first few buttons and drags his finger down the exposed curve of my breast causing my nipples to strain against the thin lace encasing them.

"Christian, I need you." My voice is breathy and low causing him to groan. He wraps his arm around me to support my back and uses the other to open the bathroom door. Thank goodness it opens inwards. We stumble onto the white tiled floor, our mouths locked in a passionate, consuming kiss.

"Fuck Ana. I can never get enough of you." His lips move from my mouth to my chest, his teeth nipping at the side of my breast. He reaches behind him and pushes the bathroom door shut with a little too much force causing it to slam.

I place my hands on his chest and turn him, pushing him up against the door with practiced confidence, taking control. His eyes widen and his pupils dilate. I meet his gaze, my eyes never wavering from his as my fingers fiddle with his belt. When I manage to get the buckle undone I yank it from his pants and let it drop to the floor.

Dropping to my knees I rub his impressive erection through his pants eliciting a low growl. "You like that?" I peek up at him.

"Your touch means everything to me Ana... But fuck yeah I love you touching my cock."

"Mmmm." I lick my lips. I tug his pants and boxers down letting my favourite toy spring gloriously free. "This makes me happy." I kiss the tip of his cock making it twitch. "Very happy." I grin before taking him into my mouth. He is rock hard, throbbing and hot, deliciously hot.

"Oh fuck yeah baby, just like that." I push him to the back of my throat as far as I can go and cup his balls with my hand giving them a gentle squeeze. I pull back, twirling my tongue around and around as I do then quickly take his whole length in again. "God baby... Mmmm fuck... ". He takes hold of my hair and starts thrusting in and out. He doesn't bother asking if its okay to come in my mouth anymore because he knows I wouldn't have it any other way. I know he's getting close, his breathing is becoming laboured and his grip tightens on my hair. I withdraw so that only the tip of his cock is resting in my mouth, trying to stall his rapidly approaching release. I wrap my hand around the thick base and slowly start pumping him while I gently suck on the head of his beautiful shaft - my cheeks hollow and hungry. "A ahh fuck baby, fuck...I love your mouth so damn much," he grunts.

My hands snake around to cup his toned ass. My fingers flex and cup his cheeks urging him forward, driving him, devouring him, pushing him to the brink. His thighs stiffen and the grasp on my hair becomes bearably painful. My eyes burn into his, watching him fall apart beautifully. His eyes cloud and his lips part making passage for his jagged panting. I dig my nails into his taut skin and rake my nails down to his upper thighs, pushing him over the edge.

"Fucccccck." He roars as he empties himself violently, convulsing against me. As I swallow, he pulls me up a little more aggressively than usual, cupping the nape of my neck and kisses me with such passion I loose all strength in my legs, leaning into him for support.

"I love you, baby, fuck do I love you." His head tilts to capture my mouth, his kiss deep and sinfully hot.

"I love what I can do to you. I love you." My hands creep up the inside of his shirt, seeking the warmth of his skin. He nuzzles behind my ear, licking and kissing.

His fingers work my ass, kneading and rubbing, pushing me against his 'still hard' erection. He unzips my skirt, dropping it to the floor then hoists me up, enabling me to wrap my legs around his waist. One hand runs up my thigh on a mission to shred my panties while the other cups my ass, holding me steady.

"Fuck me Christian. Fuck me hard." My voice trembles along with my thighs as his skilled finger runs through my folds, hitting my throbbing bundle of nerves.

"So wet for me baby, always so wet."

"Always, for you." I groan, his finger rubbing me relentlessly. "Please Christian, I need you."

"You have me."

"Fuck me already." I circle my hips, begging, needy.

"Demanding little thing aren't you." He chuckles, taking hold of his cock and running the tip through my folds, teasing me, spreading my arousal.

"I need you inside me Christian, stretching me, driving me." I silence myself by latching onto his neck, sucking and grazing his skin.

"Bite me." He growls, still teasing me. "Hard."

I clamp down on a mouthful of skin eliciting a low primal growl. He turns, pushing my back against the door and slams into me forcefully.

I gasp, sucking in air as rapidly as his thrust rammed it from me. This is what I wanted, this is what I needed - pure, raw and passionate love making.

"You're so tight, so hot." He grunts, spearing me over and over, the door banging with every possessive thrust.

I close my eyes, indulging in the ecstasy as he angles his hips to hit the sweet spot he knows so well. "Open your eyes baby, I want to see you." I obey his command, my eyes fluttering open to be met with his scorching gaze.

"I love you, I love you, I love you." I tremble, my body quivering as he pushes me closer and closer with every stroke.

"Come for me Ana, let me see you fall apart. Let me see what my cock does to you." He grips my ass tightly and drives me into oblivion. I bite his neck, stifling my intense orgasm as his office door opens and voices alert us to more than one unwelcome visitor.

"Fuck!" He growls, banging his fist against the door, whether from his shuddering orgasm or the viciousness of my bite, I don't know? He jerks and pants, lowering his head to my shoulder and breathing out his release that seems to go on and on.

I take a look at the curve of his shoulder, just under the crook of his neck. The fresh, deep indentation of my teeth marks are obvious, the flesh surround it turning red.

"I'm sorry." I run a finger delicately over the wound, embarrassed at my animalistic episode.

"What are you apologising for?" His voice hoarse and breathy. "That was hot,". He clamps his teeth into my shoulder and bites down softly, playfully, giving me a gentle taste of my own actions.

"Someone's in your office." I whisper, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, not wanting to break our contact yet.

"They'll go away. It's probably just Andrea dropping off your manuscript. He finally raises his head from my shoulder, moving up to rest his forehead against mine. His warm breath washes over my face, as he slowly regulates his breathing. I press my lips softly to his, savouring the moment. My tongue takes on a mind of its own and dips into the seam of his mouth, seeking his. He groans, his tongue eagerly joining mine. His cock twitches inside of me, reminding me of its presence.

"Ana." He breathes, "I could stay like this all day, just holding you." His fingers flex on my flesh. " I should go see who's out there." The muffled voices still audible through the door.

"You probably should." I wiggle my hips, jerking his cock back to life.

"You'll be the death of me." He groans, his hips rocking gently causing just enough friction to have me simpering into his chest.

"Don't stop." I whimper, "please don't stop." One of his hands leaves my ass and roams achingly up to my breast, the warmth of his gentle touch burning my sensitive skin. His thumb brushes over my nipple, sweeping the delicate lace. It hardens, straining against the fabric sending a hot wave of ecstasy to my sex.

"Yes." I whisper, my swollen sex bucking into his slow deliberate strokes.

"So beautiful." His hand brushes my hair from my forehead and he kisses the tip of my nose.

His slow torturous movements continue until both of our bodies can take no more and melt together with gentle, aching waves of release that seem never ending. My toes curl and my eyes roll, relishing in the sweet shuddering spasms racking my body.

"Baby." Christian mumbles into my neck, his body limp and lifeless much like mine. "As much as I love this... I need to put you down." I can only imagine how tired his arms must be from holding me up for the past hour or so. I loosen my embrace making it easier for him to lower me gently, wincing as his thick cock withdraws from me.

My sex and thighs are a slippery mess, dripping with evidence of our releases.

"Come here baby." He lifts me around my waist and carries me to the vanity, placing my behind on the cool pearly marble. Taking a washcloth he cleans me up gently and thoroughly, taking his precious time, cherishing me with every wipe.

"I love the way you take care of me." My hands runs through his hair that is dark and damp with sweat.

"I love taking care of you." His voice is soft and loving.

We make ourselves presentable, fixing our clothes, brushing our teeth and taming our just fucked hair before exiting the bathroom.

Christian exits before I do, walking out with his CEO confidence, showing no signs of being embarrassed at fucking me senseless while whoever is out there sat waiting for us to get our fix.

CPOV

"That better be your wife in there." Elliot's voice hits me when I step into my office. He is slouched on the sofa with Kate.

"What do you want Elliot? Hello Kate."

"Wow, you just unloaded twice and your still grumpy as fuck." Elliot chuckles.

"Fuck off." I pause to crouch down and pick up my discarded tie.

"Sorry bro, just winding you up. So, Moms taking Ava for the weekend..."

"And..."

"And I thought it would be good to get away for a bit."

"And you thought New York sounded good?" I question.

"Gosh bro, I'm honoured you thought of us. Thanks for the invite, we'd love to join you. What time shall we be ready?"

I shake my head in amusement at his twisted invitation. "Plane takes off at 7. Be there or walk." I grin.

Elliot's response falls on deaf ears as my attention turns to Ana. I watch mesmerised as she saunters into the office, her cheeks flush with embarrassment. She straightens her blouse one last time before taking a seat on my lap. I drink in her intoxicating scent. I can't wait to have her all to myself this weekend.

I listen mindlessly to Elliot making plans for New York, my hand rubbing circles on Ana's back as she giggles with Kate, making plans to go shopping after the magazine interview.

I spend an hour on a video conference to Taiwan after Elliot and Kate leave. Ana spends the time reading her manuscript. A few times I had to readjust myself beneath my desk. She made it very difficult to focus, catching my eye as she lay back on the sofa, her skirt hitched up to her upper thighs putting her sexy legs on display.

At 4 o'clock we left for home to load our bags into the SUV and farewell the children.

"Oh baby," I inhale sharply, catching a glimpse of the pale pink garter straps holding Ana's stockings up - a gust of wind lifting her short, floaty, white skirt up while climbing the steps to the jet. I resist the urge to reach up and snap a garter against her smooth flawless skin.

"You like?" She turns to look at me -holding the rail.

"Like is not the word to describe what I'm feeling baby. Now get your ass on board. The sooner we take off the sooner I can get you into the bedroom and fuck you senseless." I growl.

She turns fully and descends a few stairs until she is just above me.

"Good..." She purrs in my ear, "because these silver balls are driving me crazy. I need you to spank me." She bites my earlobe. Fuck me.

"Oh Ana. You naughty, naughty girl."