A/N: Hello lovelies, how was everyone's weekend? Was trying to get this out yesterday but something came up.

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Lemon alert - cos who doesn't love a good bathroom bonk!

Chapter 43 - Bastard - left hanging.

APOV

"This is actually exhausting." I climb onto Christians lap and lay my head back on his shoulder. Eva and Gideon are shooting a solo scene at the moment so Christian and I have some down time which we are spending on the sofa away from the clicks of the camera.

"You looked amazing in those last pics baby, I'm going to get copies." We'd just finished shooting a scene with Christian standing in front of me while I knelt at his feet. He was holding a flogger in his hand, while I looked up at him biting my lip. It was so obvious Christian was loving it. Even Gideon joked saying Christian looked awfully comfortable holding the flogger. If only he knew how comfortable!

"Eva asked if we'd like to join them for dinner tonight, Kate and Elliot included. I said I would run it past you, what do you think?" I yawn, squeaking out the last word.

"Gideon asked me as well. I said I was easy but I'd see what you want to do. They seem like a nice enough couple."

"Okay, I'll let Eva know we are in." I twist in his arms and look up to his face. He has a light dusting of stubble, probably due to the fact that he didn't shave this morning. I run my chin down his jaw and nuzzle into him. "You still haven't told me what she said to you to make you go all fifty."

"Baby, you don't need that shit in your head. She's just some slapper with no values. Forget about her, I have." He closes his eyes and leans his head back over the sofa.

"Did she ask you out?" He opens one eye and looks down at me.

"Yes." He sighs.

"Bitch!... For what? To talk, a drink, sex?"

"Ana... All of above. Do you want to know what I told her?"

"Does it involve stabbing eyes out with sharp objects?" I growl, not at Christian, at the thought of that trash making a move on my husband.

"No." He chuckles. "I told her the only woman who'll be riding my cock for hours tonight is my wife."

"Hours huh?" I grin.

"That's the plan." I look around and see that everyone's huddled over at Gideon and Eva so I push myself up and straddle Christian.

"I love what you did." I run my hands through his hair. "Watching you get her thrown out... For me..." I kiss his lips softly, seductively, just a little teaser of how I'm feeling. His lips part and I feel the warmth flow over my face "It was hot as hell..." I kiss him again, adding a sweep of my tongue. "I'm going to need more than a few hours to show you..." Another kiss, "just how hot..." I lick across his bottom lip, "it made me...I'm so wet."

"Fuck Ana, you can't do that to me here." He growls and rolls his hips up into me. My eyes do another scan to make sure no ones watching. "Now I'm going to have a fucking tent in my pants for the next shoot."

"I'm sorry babe." I giggle. "If it makes you feel any better..." I lean in and put my mouth next to his, " I'm aching for you too."

"Mrs Grey, time for your clothing change." I press my lips to Christians forehead and climb off.

I'm led over to the clothing racks and taken behind the curtained rails, set up as a make shift changing room. Oscar my clothing stylist for the shoot hands me the clothes he wants me to put on through the curtains before closing them. As per Christians demands the only people who are allowed behind the curtain when I change are Kate, or Christian himself. Since Kate and Elliot have snuck off to check out a shop and Christians getting dressed himself, I'm on my own. I take a look at the clothes I've been handed - a very small looking pair of leather pants, a black thong and a silver halter top, no bra. Christ, I don't like my chances of fitting into these pants. I slip my robe off and shimmy out of the black hot pants I had on. I put on the thong then hold my breath as I wiggle the leather pants on. Oh my god, I wasn't wrong, these are tight! Thank goodness the waist band has a little stretch in it. I don't think I've ever been so nervous about wearing pants before, I feel like if I bend over I'm going to split the stitches open. Pulling the halter in to place I open the curtains and walk out.

Oscar is waiting for me on the other side of the curtain. Usually he is waiting with a pair of shoes but this time he is holding nothing.

"No shoes?" I ask.

"No, not this time." His eyes rake my body and he purses. "This isn't going to work. Can you turn around?" He twirls his finger so I do a spin for him.

I turn in to Christian who is standing wide eyed like a deer in headlights. He is shirtless and wearing a pair of faded jeans. "Fuck me, I don't think I've ever seen you in leather pants." He gulps.

"They're a bit tight." I complain, rubbing my outer thighs.

"You look fucking... Fuck." He licks his lips. "You are keeping those pants baby!"

"This is all wrong." Oscar interrupts. "But we will see what it looks like on camera first. Follow me." He walks over to the white roller screen and hands us over to the photographer who tells Christian he'd like him to sit back in the recliner. Christian takes a seat and slouches back with his knees spread as instructed.

"Mrs Grey, I you'd like to go sit astride him." The photographer points at Christian while looking through his lens and adjusting it.

"Christian I think my pants might split if I sit like that, they are seriously tight." I whisper.

"Baby, it'll be fine. They wont split on you. Now come here." He grabs me by the hips and pulls me onto him making me squeal.

"Can you wrap your arms around his neck please." I shuffle forward on my knees and fling my arms around his neck. I hear the camera clicking away while I focus on Christians face.

"Mr Grey, can you take hold of Mrs Grey's wrists behind her back." Christian takes my wrists and secures them behind my back with one hand. "Just how I like you." He smirks.

Oscar steps forward and asks me to pull my hair forward to my front then steps to the side tapping his index finger on his lips.

"The top has to go." He states.

"No. No, no, no. Hell no! Fuck NO!" Christian booms instantly.

"Mr Grey, the halter is just not working. We need to loose the top, the only thing that going to work here is a bare back." Oscar responds, unaffected by Christians outburst.

"Are you trying to get a look at my wife's tits?" He hisses. "I said no." I bite my lip nervously at the change in Christians tone, it's gone from animated angry to deadly serious.

"With all due respect Mr Grey, if I wanted to get a thrill I'd be asking YOU to drop your pants." Oscar stands a little taller and whips his head back in the way that only a quirky gay man can. Good grief. Christian squirms beneath me uncomfortably looking stumped.

"Christian, maybe I should do it. Think of the reason we are doing this in the first place." I whisper, cupping his face to soothe him. "Because of the photos...to take the interest away from them because the public will have already seen intimate photos of us... I don't like this any more than you do... I'm just being realistic, we need photos more intimate than what we've done so far if this is going to work."

He runs his hands over his face and groans. "Fuck!"

"If you don't want me to do it, I won't." I lean my forehead against his.

"I love you." He kisses me quickly then straightens up.

"Pass me a fricken robe." He barks at Oscar. Oscar claps and skips off to get the robe I left by the clothes rack. He hurries back and hands it over to Christian. "I want everyone behind the camera. I mean EVERYONE, including them." He eyes the lighting guys to the side of the screen who would have a nice side on view. "Jennifer, have any security cameras monitoring this room turned off immediately." Jennifer pulls out her phone and makes the call, nodding when it's done.

Christian holds the robe up behind me. "Wait." Oscar holds up his hand. "Here." He runs over with a pair of handcuffs. " Hold Ana's hand behind her back with one of yours, cuffed together. Do you need me to do the cuffs?"

"I can manage." Christian snarls and locks one side of the cuffs onto his wrist.

"Take it off baby." Christian sighs holding the robe up again. I pull the halter up and over my head, the robe shielding anyone from seeing me.

"You look amazing baby, so beautiful." He leans forward and kisses a nipple while we are still shielded. "You ready?" I nod, nervous, but dare I say it, a little turned on by the situation.

Christian lowers the robe and throws it off to the side. He takes my wrist in his fingers and places it behind my back then slaps the handcuff on effortlessly.

"He's done that before." I hear Oscar sigh appreciatively. Oh he most certainly has.

Christian uses his un-cuffed hand to gather my hair and push it over my shoulders so that it falls down my back. "Is this okay." He ask tenderly.

"This is perfect. I love you."

"I love you too baby." He weaves his fingers through mine and places his other hand on my ass, pushing me forward.

"Perfecto!" Oscar squeals in delight and the photographer goes crazy. I giggle at Oscars enthusiasm which gets a smile out of Christian.

We take a few more shots - one with Christian pulling my hair back, his mouth on my neck and then one of him dragging his fingers down my back.

"I think that's a wrap." The photographer claps.

"How are we going to get out of this?" I ask Christian.

"They aren't real handcuffs babe." He fiddles with the cuff around my wrist until it clicks then gently removes it from around my wrist. I stretch my arm out and rub my wrists together in front of me. Christian growls from low on his throat.

"Put your arms around my neck baby." He groans, "no one sees whats mine...Jennifer is there a private room we can use to clean up get dressed?"

After a very awkward walk wrapped in a robe, clingy on to Christian for dear life, we are finally alone in a comfortable office with an adjoining bathroom. Sawyer checked the room before we entered and left the bag of our belongings and clothes we arrived in on the dark beige, velvety looking sofa. I am insanely pleased it is over and done with, for more than one reason. First being, I'm exhausted, I never thought being dressed up and bossed around for hours would be so tiring - it is. Secondly I'd had enough, there's only so many hours in a day I could stand to do this, my point of 'enough' was reached about 30 minutes in (how people can do this for a living blows my mind), but lastly and more pressingly is my overwhelming desire to fuck my husband. There's something about being in intimate positions with Christian while people look on that made me crave him in a way I never imagined. Having strangers watch us kiss, his hands roaming my body, the heat of the room, it surprisingly turned me on. I am wet and ready and in need of him.

"Shall we shower baby?" Christian lowers me to my feet, my nipples grazing his chest sending a jolt through my already sensitive body. I drop the robe from my shoulders, my eyes wandering up and down his body.

Without responding I strut to the bathroom, more so to check out our options than to shower. For an office bathroom it is nice. All pale apricot tiles with white fixtures, but the thing that catches my eye is the tiled bench in the open shower with the stainless steel rail fixed above it. Perfect.

I feel Christian walk up behind me, his breath hot on my shoulder. His ragged breathing letting me know where are on the same page.

"Christian." I breathe, my shoulders relaxing and insides quickening as his lips trail along my shoulder. Softly his hands dance around to my naked breasts and tweak my nipples between his fingers. Instinctively my back arches and I push my hardened peaks further into his hands. His fingers cease their delicate torture and dance down my abdomen to the waistband of the leather pants.

"I've wanted to rip these off you the second you sashayed for delectable ass out of the dressing room." He growls. "Do you have any idea how much I wanted to fuck you back there?" He bends his knees slightly only to rise again while rubbing his erection against my hip. I shudder, my breath catching in my throat - because that what he does, he takes my breath away with his unbridled passion and lust. He wants me -no restraint, no hesitation, no inhibition. I drive him equally as wild as he drives me. His fingers tug at my pants, slowly put surely peeling the sticky leather from my skin. I can't take this, I need him to be rougher, I need his grip to be firmer, his kisses to be bites, slow to be fast and hot to be scorching. In this moment, I need to be fucked, not loved.

Swatting his hands away I clutch the bunched leather sitting mid thigh and push the pants to my ankles. He circles me, stopping In front of the vanity then turning he leans back, arms crossed against his chest and watches.

I rid myself of the black thong then begin working on him. Dropping to my knees I pop the button of his jeans and yank them down, following quickly with his white cotton boxers. I groan when his erection springs free, he is perfection, and he is mine to play with - and play with him I shall.

"I love your cock." I purr, my voice raspy. I take hold of his thick shaft and suck the top, hollowing my cheeks and drawing a salty taste of pre cum.

"Fuck me Ana." He growls, bucking further into my mouth. "Did you like that did you? Huh? Did it turn you on?"

"You turn me on." I rise from my kneeling position, kissing every inch of his perfectly sculptured abdomen on my way to his face. "It'll always BE you Christian."

"Damn fucking right it will always be me." He grasps my wrist, almost painfully and drags me into the shower. I screech as he turns the water on and it's ice cold. I push my hair from off my head and slap his bicep. My god he looks so good. His hair is soaking, droplets of water run down his face and bounce off his chest.

"Sit on the bench." I instruct, my voice demanding and seductive. I lift my hands and place them on my breasts, tugging and twisting my nipples. He follows my instruction, taking a seat on the tile bench, his back pressed against the wall and his thighs apart, comfortable. I tremble as his hand takes hold of his rock solid cock, stroking it leisurely, the action turns my desire from level hot, to level raging fucking inferno that'll melt anything within a 200 miles radius.

"Faster." I command boldly. He smirks, enjoying my game and increases the speed of his strokes. My hands leave my breasts and find their way to my aching sex. I find it ridiculously wet, it's like someone's gone to town with a 400ml bottle of lube down there. "Oh god." I moan, my body jolting as the tip of my finger catches the side of my clit after running my hand over my slick folds.

"That's right baby, see how good you feel." I divert my gaze from his crotch to his face, his expression screams desire, his eyes firmly settled on the hand between my thighs. "Spread your lips baby and let me see you play with that pretty little clit." I move my fingers through my folds and scissor them make a 'V' that opens my lips, exposing the little bundle of nerves. Using my other hand I drag my index finger over my clit. "Oooooh." I tremble, throwing my head back and look at the ceiling.

"You're so damn sexy baby." I lift my head, the rush of blood adding fuel to my fire.

"Christian," I whimper, abandoning my throbbing powerhouse momentarily. "I need to touch you." I stalk over to the bench and climb over his lap, resting my knees on the cool tile either side of him. I position my sex over his cock, rolling my moisture over him. His jaw tenses and his lips part.

"Fuck your wet." I take hold of his hand and place it on my sex, gently guiding him up and down, round and round, spreading my moisture through every crease and crevice.

"You do this to me." I inhale sharply, his fingers exploring. He doesn't reply, just continues rubbing me in all the right spots while staring deep into my eyes with a smokey, intense look. I pull his hand away and push myself up, threading my fingers through his wet hair and pulling his face to mine. "Kiss me." I pant. His mouth crashes to mine with such intensity that I struggle to breathe. He is consuming me, drowning me with sensations - and all with his mouth. There is something more intense between us this time - if that were even possible. He is kissing me as if to say 'yes I let you take your top off, with men in the room, but YOU ARE MINE'. I kiss him back with equal fervour, re-staking my claim on MY man - that's right, you have woman propositioning you, but you belong to ME. I am the only one who gets to taste your mouth, feel your cock, touch you everywhere, fuck you in shower on the 10th floor of a New York building after finishing a photo shoot, me!

As if reading my mind, Christian mutters, "I'm yours baby, all yours."

I lower my hand and grab his cock, positioning it at my entrance. "Mine." I mouth, then gasp as I take him in, clenching around him, a slow gentle teaser wave of what's to come.

Christian grunts and grabs hold of my hips, bucking in to me as I lever myself up and down. My hands roam, touching everywhere, clawing, fisting and squeezing as I ride the ecstasy that is my Christian.

I take hold of both of his hands, weaving my fingers through his and using the support to increase my pace, chasing that moment of complete and utter bliss. Christian is sucking on whatever flesh his mouth can grab hold of, releasing it with a pop and leaving faint red marks all over my breasts, neck and upper arms - the bite of the sucks only spurring me on. We are a tangled sweating, slippery mess of limbs,fluid and noise.

"Oh, oooh, ooooooh, god, fuck!" I moan, quivering and panting as my body crashes into a million pieces. My heart is thumping, my throat dry and my eyes closed as I shudder out my release.

"Oh fuck Ana, fuck..." Christian growls and stills, his cock pulsing and jerking its release. I lay my head on his shoulder, releasing his hands so that I can wrap my arms around him. I close my eyes and sit, silent, sated and satisfied - beyond belief.

Christian moves, attempting to get us up. "Stay," I whisper, "just hold me, please." I just want to relish in this a little longer. He settles back down and holds me closer, his fingers sweeping up and down my spine, soothing and comforting.

I trace over the line of his pecs with the tip of my finger, admiring the effort he puts in to stay looking this...sculptured. "You really are beautiful,". I whisper, leaning forward to kiss his scars.

"Thank you baby," he mumbles sounding half asleep. Adjusting myself I look up to his face. His head is resting on the tiled wall, his eyes are closed and he has a satisfied grin on his face. I can't help myself, I lower my lips to his and kiss him softly, slowly - running my lips across his and butterfly kissing him.

"I love you so fucking much Ana Grey."

"I know...I love you madly Christian." I continue to kiss him, one is never enough. I could kiss him until my lips fell off.

"We could skip dinner, go home, do this..." He sighs contentedly.

"Sounds like heaven..."

"But?" He chuckles.

"But I think it'll be good for us to go out and socialise. We hardly ever come across people who we can just be ourselves with, knowing they have no ulterior motive, want money or want you..."

"Or you." He growls.

"Gideon and Eva seem just as obsessed with each other as we are. For once we can just go out and have fun."

"Fun huh? I can think of many a ways we can have 'fun' together at home, alone...naked." He grins.

"You can have all that and more after dinner."

"Fine." He concedes gruffly. "I'll go to dinner, but I'm not promising ill enjoy myself, I'd rather be locked up in a room feasting on this..." He lowers his hand and strokes my sex, which is still housing his semi-erect member.

After finally getting round to showering and dressing we join everyone in the refreshment room.

"Really bro? A fucking hour and a half shower?" Elliot cocks his eyebrow as we enter.

"Fuck up Elliot, I like to wash thoroughly." Christian smirks smugly.

"I bet you do. You probably drained the New York water supply...washing thoroughly." He laughs.

"So, let them bill me. I'd have no problems paying for every drop of water I used while 'washing'. It would be worth every fucking dollar." I feel my face heat so act quickly to change the conversation.

"So, where are we eating?" I ask, busying myself breaking up a pretzel and nibbling on the segments so I don't have to look at anyone.

"I thought we could go to my restaurant." Eva chimes, seemingly unbothered by the previous conversation taking place between Elliot and Christian.

"Sounds great. Do you want to go home and change first babe?" I ask Christian."

"No, he doesn't." Elliot laughs. "If we go back to the apartment he is going to want to wash thoroughly again, we know how our Christian likes cleanliness." Elliot jokes.

"Elliot, quit it." I snap, having had enough of his comments. Seriously, we don't give Kate and him the same grief.

"Unless the dress code is above what we are wearing, I'm happy to go from here." Christian grins at me, winking his approval of my minor outburst on Elliot.

"Oh god, no you are all fine, it's a casual place. Music, dancing, great food. No gowns and tux's needed." Eva says with excitement in her voice.

Thirty minutes later we are being led into an intimate restaurant and bar called 'Crossed'. The lighting is low, and the mood ambient. There are people chatting away at the bar on one side of the building and the clatter of dinner plates on the opposite side, separated by dark wooden floor decorated in fairy lights where couples are swaying to music. As Gideon and Eva lead the way to table reserved for us Christian tugs me to a halt on the dance floor wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me into his embrace.

"Dance with me." He says softly against my cheeks, his arms commanding my body as we sway to the smooth voice of Chris Issak.

"The world was on fire and no one could save me but you,

It's strange what desire will make foolish people do,".

Christian croons in my ear, his hand roaming my back and his feet leading us around in a small circle. I wrap my arms around his neck and loose myself in his eyes for the next few songs.

Dinner is amazing as Eva promised it would be. We eat buffet style on our table, helping ourselves to a variety of different tapas. The beer and shots flow constantly to the guys as does the juice and sparkling water for us girls. My conversation with the girls is halted mid sentence by a huge glass shaking thump on our table. I turn in my chair towards the boys.

"BULLSHIT!" Gideon laughs after having banged his fist on the table. Christian is looking awfully pleased with himself. My eyes widen as I taken in the amount of cash scattered at their end of the table. What the hell are they up to? Christian scrolls through his phone then slides it over to Gideon, who picks it up shaking his head.

Gideon throws another handful of worn bills on the table and Christian laughs. What I'd like to know is why they are carrying around so much money in their wallets?

"How the fuck did you manage to get tight assed Daley to sell?" Gideon asks incredulously. "Fuck! I've been chipping away at that asshole for months. Unbelievable." Gideon throws his hands in the air.

Christian laughs, " I think you need to hone your negotiating skills Cross." He smirks. "It's all about knowing their weakness."

"Like fuck. There's nothing wrong with my negotiating skills."

"Okay then, a hundred grand says you can't acquire Baker. Now that fucker's tighter than a virgin." Christian grins, quite confident in himself.

"What the fuck do i need with a TelCom company...". He steeples his fingers, contemplating something. "Deal, give me 6 months." Gideon accepts the challenge.

"4 and I'll double it."

Are these guys for real? It's like they are playing monopoly in real life. I roll my eyes at Christian when he turns to look at me. He winks and downs another shot of tequila.

"Boys," Eva groans, "more money than sense sometimes."

I laugh, watching Christian, Gideon and Elliot in full drunk mode from the door way of the dining room/kitchen. We had left the restaurant and all returned to Christian and I's New York apartment. The boys who had already consumed a fair whack of alcohol wanted to play poker, so we came back here only because it is where the majority of us are sleeping and made sense. The men have been in the kitchen smoking up a cigar storm and there are empty beer bottles littering the island. They are laughing like hyenas and making a racket. I'm happy so see Christian relaxing with the guys but fuck - I haven't seen a scene like this since Kate dragged me along to some frat party. I last 20 mins there before going home to read.

"Aaaanna." Christian slurs, "bay..bee." Christian notices me and taps his lap.

I walk over and sit on his thigh. He smells of alcohol, cigars and Christian, a new but alluring smell.

"Mmmmm you are my lucky charrm." His hand creeps up my thigh and he begins massaging me through the fabric of my yoga pants. "Blooow me.". He snickers and Gideon and Elliot fall into drunk hysterics.

"Christian." I swat his shoulder."

"Fuck babe." He pouts, mocking pain. "I meant my carrrrds." I giggle as he rubs his shoulder and holds his 2 of clubs and 6 of hearts up to my face, right up to my face almost hitting me in the process. Rather than blow, which I'm sure is for dice, not cards, I kiss them.

"Ooooh fuck baby, do dat again!" He groans. I humour him by pecking the cards again. He rolls his hips under me pushing his erection into my ass.

"Fold." Christian drops his cards, grabs my face and kisses me, full on tongue and all in front of Gideon and his brother.

"Christian." I squirm, "not here. I just came through to let you know that Eva has fallen asleep watching the movie so if you want, Gideon, you are more than welcome to take the other guest room."

"Great idea,". Elliot hoots, banging his hand on the table. "Whiskey?" He slides the open bottle across the table at Gideon who refills his tumbler.

"I think that that might be a good idea." He lifts clinks his glass with Elliot then they both down the lot.

"You'll be sorry in the morning." I laugh and shake my head.

"I'm done." Christian announces then surprises me by standing and throwing me over his shoulder.

"Christian!" I screech and smack his ass.

"Fucking pansy." Elliot laughs, "Christian needs his beauty sleep." He snorts, drawing a loud chuckle from Gideon.

"Fuck you Lelly. I need to go fu... Wash thoroughly." Christian laughs and squeezes my upper thigh with one of his hands.

"Put me down." I kick my legs in the air trying to wiggle out of his hold. After a smack to my behind he lowers me laughing.

"Bedroom, now." He growls in my ear and pushes his hips into me.

"Goodnight boys." I roll my eyes and head to bed.

An hour later after having just dozed off I'm woken by a bang.

"Fuuuuuck." Christian groans and grabs his foot making him fall on the edge of the bed.

"Are you alright?" I ask, still half asleep.

"Baaaby, mmmmm your still awake. I need to fuck you real bad baby."

"Christian, you're drunk."

"I'm drunk on loooooove." He sings and crawls up the bed to hover over me. I giggle sleepily at his performance.

"Your squishing me." I squeak, when he lowers himself on me and the full weight of him pushes me deeper into the mattress.

"Sorwy." He slurs and shuffles down my body. His hands frisk my legs before he tries yanking my pants off - unsuccessfully. He tries again and manages to get them down to my ankles.

"Mmmmm." He lowers his face to my panties and inhales deeply. "Smell gooood." His teeth graze my skin as he bites the lace and tugs them down to my thighs, exposing my sex.

He kisses me softly and swirls his tongue around the flesh, not bothering to take my panties off completely.

"Oooo that's good." I stretch my arms above my head and roll my hips. His tongue slows down to tiny little licks that tease.

"Oooo," I writhe, "more...Christian." I buck my hips and arch my back as his tongue comes to a halt.

"Christian." I moan. No answer. "Chrisssstian." I wiggle my hips. Nothing. His head twists to the side and his face squishes up against my thigh, his mouth is parted and he's fucking snoring.

"Bastard." I groan, bringing my arms down to cover my face while blowing out a frustrated breath.