A/N: As always, thank you all very much for your awesome reviews, faves and follows. RL is on the mend and I'm pulling myself out of my funk! Thank you for all sticking around, it means a lot. This chapter isn't as long as usual but I've come to the conclusion that shorter chapters more frequently may be better than longer chapters far apart at this stage.

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Chapter 46 - Teenage PDA

APOV

I'm so glad today is over, and by the relief on Christians face when he arrived home with Teddy earlier, I'm pretty sure he's feeling about the same. I can't imagine Teddy would have been the easiest companion to have at the office, he's a character, and as much as Christian doesn't want to admit it, I think Teddy is the carbon copy of Christian with the added bonus of Uncle Lelly's playful personality.

I step out of the shower, dry myself then wrap my freshly washed body in a thin, short cream silk robe. Christian helped me put the children to bed then disappeared into his office for an important phone call so I'm on my lonesome up here.

Stepping into our wardrobe I rummage through the lingerie that I had purchased prior to leaving for New York but never got a chance to wear. I promised Christian a memorable weekend, and other than our bathroom romp I didn't really deliver. I plan on making up for that tonight. Picking out a red lacy bra and thong set I stroll back into the bedroom and spray my body with vanilla mist before slipping into the panties, putting the bra on and shrugging my robe back over my shoulders.

Deciding to forego the knocking I nudge open his office door. He is standing at the window, gazing out at the sound. He has an ear piece in his ear and is nodding his head - obviously agreeing with what the person on the other end is saying. He lifts and arm to run a hand through his already ruffled mop of hair.

"Ros, I agree, but I don't think buckling to his demands is something we want to risk. It will set a precedence we don't want. He can get fucked. Pull the offer." Christians voice sends shivers up my spine, delicious shivers. Why? I don't know, listening to my cut throat, bad ass CEO in action maybe? I slip in through the door as quietly as I can manage and tip toe up behind him.

"I don't give a shit." He hisses.

I wrap my arms around his waist causing him to jump. "Fuck." He bellows, startled. "Nothing Ros, carry on." I angle my head to look up at the side of his face and see the smirk at the corner of his mouth. I clutch onto his shirt and tug it out from his slacks, my fingers grazing his skin delicately in the process.

Bending slightly, I lift his shirt to expose his skin and plant little kisses across the small of his back.

"Ahhh...no, absolutely fucking not!" My hands creep around to his front. I pop the button of his slacks and tug his zipper down. He turns around, forcing me to back off to accommodate his movement. His eyes focus on mine, amused and somewhat shocked. Standing up to full height I place my hands on his biceps then run them up to his shoulders. He continues to eye me cautiously, all the while listening to Ros babble on the other end.

I smile seductively at him and inch closer to his face. His returning grin lets me know he's enjoying this. I place a finger over his lips letting him know to keep quiet then I press my lips to his, slowly, softly, relishing in the butterflies that I still get when we are connected. I continue to kiss him, my hand wandering casually over his chest and stomach.

"I don't think that'll be necessary, but it wouldn't hurt to have things in place incase the shit hits the fan." He mutters into his head piece after pulling away.

Stepping back I take the sash of my robe in my fingers and tug it loose, letting each side fall down my side. Christians eyes narrow and his mouth drops as I shrug the silk from my shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

"Ah, um..." He lifts an eyebrow at me, "that should be fine... Mighty fine," he swallows... "Yes, no... Carry on." He glares at me for distracting him from his conversation, a hint of humour twinkling in his eyes.

I turn around, eliciting a deep groan from Christian from seeing my derrière sporting a thong. I stroll over to the door and lock it, a grin spreads over my face as I listen to Christian flustered and frustrated as he tries to come up with an excuse for the inappropriate groan that had escaped his mouth.

"Ros, no, fuck it, I spilt my coffee god dammit."

I walk back over to Christian, coming to a stop directly in front of him. He takes me in, his eyes scanning leisurely from my toes up to face. Wrapping my arms around his neck I pull him down to me and cover his lips with mine, kissing him softly, quietly, but with enough fervor to let him know exactly where this is heading.

I pull my mouth from his and kiss along his jaw, taking in his intoxicating scent.

"I need you so much." I whisper in his ear, the ear without the head piece piece attached.

"Ros, I'll call you back." He rips the head piece from his ear, hurling it behind him. "Christ baby, do you have any idea how uncomfortable and awkward it feels trying to have a conversation with a staff member while my cock is twitching and aching ,and my wife is strutting around in a sexy fucking thong and rubbing up against me?"

I look innocently into his eyes, batting my eyelashes a few times for good measure. "I'm not sorry baby,.." I take hold of his hand and place it over my sex. He sighs heavily, closing his eyes. "I need you husband, so much."

A strangled moan escapes his throat, "you fucking own me Ana, whatever you need, I'm right here...right here." He whispers into my neck as his lips drag and suck on my sensitive flesh.

"Christian,". I swallow, his fingers rubbing my sex through the thin lace.

"Tell me what you want, baby."

"I...I want you." My legs tremble making it difficult to remain standing. I tighten my hold around his neck and start moving my hips in rhythm to Christians fingers.

"So wet... How do you want me baby, tell me." He continues working my pussy with one hand while the other grabs my ass, pushing me further into his frame and help me to remain on my feet.

"Just fuck me Christian, hard and fast."

His hand leaves my wet centre abruptly and smacks against my ass, lifting me up. "You got it." He chuckles.

Placing my ass on his desk he takes hold of my panties and yanks them down my legs. Placing his hands onto my thighs he begins massaging the flesh, inching his way closer to the throbbing, drenched power house between my legs.

"Ohhhh,... mmmm...touch me Christian." I pant, my body writhing gently on the cool wood of the desk. I close my eyes, my fingers finding my nipples as Christians thumbs swipe my slippery seam.

"Sit up baby, lean back on your hands." He growls. I quickly do as instructed, shuffling to the edge of the table and holding my torso up with my arms spread out behind me. "Bend your knees babe, and spread those sexy thighs." I pull my knees up while Christian rids himself of his pants.

He grabs my knees and pulls me to the edge of the desk so that my ass is nearly hanging off and his cock is just touching my sex. He takes hold of himself with his hand and runs his tip up and down my sex.

"Oh god," I moan, "soooo good." My head drops back in ecstasy as he continues his torture, spreading my arousal.

"Fuck Yes!" I practically scream as he slams into me full force, his tight grip on my calf stopping me from sliding down the desk.

"Hush baby, just feel it." He thrusts into me over and over, gyrating his hips and changing his tempo sporadically.

"Don't ...oh, don't stop, don't stop... Oh fuck... Christian...yea, yes." My body shakes and my legs clamp around his body as he drives me to oblivion. I breathe out the spasms as he rides out his own release. Lowering my back to the desk I close my eyes and breathe deeply, trying to regain my composure.

Christian slumps over the desk, resting his head on my chest. "Satisfied baby?" He chuckles.

"For now." I giggle. My breaths become a bit easier as Christian pushes himself up and off of my body. His fingers dance over my stomach.

"You have a little bump, baby." He grins, his hand splayed out over my abdomen. "Hello in there little one," he whispers against my skin making me wiggle. "Mommy is ticklish, yes she is..." He chuckles.

"Do you think it'll be a boy or a girl?" I ask.

"I'm hoping for another son but thinking it'll be a girl, which is okay too.". He smiles, looking up in to my eyes. "You?"

"I'm not sure, but I'm guess is swaying towards girl too. The pregnancy so face has mirrored Phoebes, no morning sickness etc." I run my hand through his messy, copper mop.

"We don't have long to wait to find out." He stands tall and withdraws from me, leaving me feeling empty and not quite as fulfilled as I was seconds ago.

"Actually babe, I was thinking it might be nice to wait this time. You know, make it a surprise."

"Ah, let me think about it... No."

"What? Why not?"

"Baby, do you know who you married?" I roll my eyes at him. "That's right baby, your husband is the most impatient person known to man. I can't wait that long to find out, it'll drive me insane."

"Don't be so dramatic. What's another 20 weeks?"

"It's 20 fucking weeks, that's what it is."

"You can be such a... Never mind, take me to bed and love me husband." I hold out my hands for him to help me off the desk.

"Were you about to call me a pig again?" He pulls up his pants and fastens the button. He is looking at me sternly but I know he's only playing.

"And if I was?" I clamp down on my lip and draw it into my mouth, shrugging my robe back on as I do.

"I'd have to spank that great ass of yours." He smirks.

"Well then I guess I was...aahhh," I squeal as he hauls me over his shoulder, not bothering to put his shirt on. His arm is locked around the back of my knees, keeping me from falling.

Christians spare hand pulls my robe down to cover my ass. "Evening Francis." He mutters walking through the living area to the stairs. I can't see anything upside down, my hair acting as a curtain surrounding my face.

"Um, hi." I squeak, a little embarrassed but more dizzy than anything.

"Hello, and good evening." He laughs.

Christian makes light work of carrying me up the stairs and into our bedroom.

"You and your smart mouth just made my day baby." He drops me on to the bed. "Turn over." He commands, his voice giving away his pleasure at getting to spank me.

"Yes, Sir," I comply enthusiastically, rolling onto my stomach then pushing my knees up so that my behind is raised and facing him.

His sharp intake of breath doesn't go unheard. His hands rub my ass, pushing my robe up my back and leaving my behind bare.

Closing my eyes, I try to keep my desire ridden body still as I wait for the first smack. I wait and wait, just when I think it's not coming his hand comes down with a sharp delicious sting right on top of my sex.

"Ughhhh,". I moan, my toes curling and my insides tightening.

"Did you like that baby?"

"More," I pant, my chest heaving.

"As you wish."

"Your juice Mrs Grey," Francis places a fresh glass of orange juice in front of me.

"Thank you Francis." I mumble with a mouthful of toast.

I am sitting in Christian lap at the dining room table, one arm flung around his neck, the other holding a piece of multigrain toast smothered in honey. Christian is engrossed with the morning paper, looking up every so often to steal a kiss, cop a feel through my robe or take a bite out of my toast. Teddy is running around outside with Taylor and Bear and Phoebe is swinging happily in her chair next to us.

"Can I get you anything Mr Grey?" Francis asks.

"No thanks, I'm good." He looks up from his paper briefly.

"He'll have 2pieces of honey toast please Francis." I interject before he leaves the room.

"I don't want toast." Christian looks up at me.

"Yes you do or you wouldn't be eating mine."

"So toast then?" Francis asks, unsure of who to listen to.

"No." Christian waves him off.

"Yes. 2 please." I smile and point to Christian.

"2 pieces of toast with honey for my wife, Francis."

"For Christian." I roll my eyes.

"Ana," he hisses, at me, not Francis.

"Husband." I scowl mockingly.

"Wife." He chuckles.

"You know it babe." I kiss him chastely.

"So 2 pieces of toast. Coming right up." Francis walks out looking wide eyed and amused.

"You're awfully crabby this morning mister."

"Am I?,"He grins, "well maybe if my wife hadn't of kept me up half the night with her shenanigans." He rolls his eyes.

"Did you just roll your eyes at me?"

"No." He feigns innocence.

"Oh I think you did."

"Are you going to spank me." He whispers in my ear, catching my earlobe in his teeth, setting my libido alight.

"No." I breathe. " but I may kiss you to death." I giggle.

"Sounds like the perfect way to exit." His hand inches up my thigh. "Can I get a preview."

"Hmmm..." I tap my mouth with my finger pretending to think it over. I don't get to answer. Christian grabs my face in his hands and pulls my face to his, capturing my lips.

I moan into his mouth as his tongue swipes mine, coaxing my mouth open wider. I wiggle against his growing erection causing him to deepen the kiss.

"Oh, um, excuse me." Francis mumbles embarrassed as I hear the plate clank against the table.

"Get used to it." Taylor chuckles behind him.

"It seems we have an audience." I sigh against his cheek, ending the kiss.

"One of these days I'm going to be able to kiss my wife somewhere other than my office or bedroom without being interrupted." He kisses my cheek quickly then looks up to Taylor.

"I see you've read the paper." Taylor motions to the open paper spread out on the table in front of us.

"I have."

"I take it by your calmness you haven't read the gossip column yet."

Christian eyes Taylor before turning his attention back to the paper. I reach over and pull the plate of toast towards me while Christian flicks through the mess.

He tenses beneath me but remains silent as he reads. Something's obviously hit the wrong nerve but I can't be bothered reading more crap on us. They've probably got me having another affair this week, either that or they've got wind of the magazine shoot we did.

"God damn mother fuckers." Christian explodes, flinging the paper off the table and onto the floor.

"Everything okay babe?" I ask.

"Nosy fucking pricks." He hisses. "Taylor, set up a meeting with media this morning, have legal there."

"Yes sir."

"Who am I sleeping with this week." I laugh, trying to lighten his mood.

"Not funny Ana."

"Sorry." I continue eating my toast while Christian taps away furiously on his phone. "Are you going to tell me, or do I need to read the paper?"

"Someone took photos of us on their phone at Dr Greene's. The rumour mill of this little ones arrival is running rampant." He sighs.

"I could have been at Dr Greene for any number of reasons." I frown, annoyed at the fact that although they are correct, they just assumed I would be pregnant because I was at an ob/gyn's.

"I think the picture says it all." I climb off of Christians lap and scoop up the paper that he pushed to the floor. Sorting through the pages I find the article quickly.

Another Grey on the way?

You seen it here first. Seattle's own royals were spotted visiting the offices of renowned Seattle Obstetrician and Gynaecologist, Dr Greene. Can we expect another baby for billionaire Christian Grey and wife Anastasia? The photo says it all. Christian Grey seen here clearly has his hand resting on his wife's stomach while whispering in her ear - what we assume are sweet nothing's based on her grin. The source who has requested to remain anonymous said the couple were in their own little bubble, stealing kisses and whispering - 'it was the first time I had seen them in person, they really are beautiful looking people, they are stunning, and clearly in love. It was like watching a couple of love sick teenagers. It was sweet. He (Christian Grey) kept rubbing her belly and whispering in her ear, it was obvious they were there because she is pregnant.' The Greys are already parents to 3 year old Theodore and 7 month old Phoebe. Dr Greene has been the lead maternity career for Mrs Grey in both previous pregnancies. Dr Greene is refusing to comment on the rumour. Keep informed with any updates we receive on the Grey Pregnancy by logging into our website.

"Seriously?" I throw the paper down on the table. "Love sick teenagers?"

"Well, you do like making out on the sofa." Christian laughs, seemingly happier now that he's emailed one of his minions to handle the paper.

"Christian!" I gasp, hearing Taylor chuckle softly at his remark. "What now?" I sigh.

"Now we issue a press release, confirm the pregnancy and hope the fuckers leave us alone."

"Is this where you tell me I now have increased security?"

"It certainly is my dear."

"Great." I say sarcastically. "I'm going to get ready for work."

"I love you baby." He chuckles. "Hey, where's my toast?"

"I ate it. Love you baby." I sweep past him and head upstairs.

My morning is over before I know it. Time flew by, signing off edits, discussing and approving book covers and responding to all my email correspondence. I am about to pack up and head out for some lunch when my email pings alerting me to yet another email.

From: Christian Grey

To: Anastasia Grey

Subject: Lunch

Hey there beautiful, are you free for lunch? The head of media at GEH has drafted a press release. I want you to look over it before I approve it. I'm free for lunch so thought I could kill three birds with one stone, feeding my wife, bringing you the draft and making out like a teenager with my sweetheart? Give us a ring when your free baby.

I love you

Christian Grey

CEO Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc

Smiling I pick up my cell and phone Christian. He picks up immediately.

"What do you say baby? Feel like making out over lunch?"

"That depends?"

"On what?"

"On what you bring me in my lunch bag."

"Can I get a hint?" He asks.

"Nope," I giggle. "Surprise me."

"You're a hard woman."

"You love me."

"I do, see you in a bit baby."

Well that is lunch taken care of. I carry on working through the pile of 'to do's' on my desk while I wait for Christian to arrive. I don't have to wait too long, he arrives before the hour is up.

My reaction to seeing him sweep in is instant and familiar - my sex clenches in anticipation and my panties become their usual state of damp.

"Everything okay baby, you look a bit... Aroused." He smirks.

"Asshole." I mutter under my breath.

"You know..." He begins to say as he shuts my office door and flicks the lock, " sometimes I think you love my dick more than me." He laughs and places 2 lunch bags on my desk.

"Seen as how your dick is attached to you... I guess I'm stuck with you then." I joke, rising from my desk and walking around to meet him. He leans in for a kiss but I duck quickly and drop to my knees, placing my hands on his hips.

"I missed you." I kiss his erection through his pants and stroke him as if I was stroking his cheek.

"I missed you to." He says, placing his hands on my head and pushing his groin into my face.

"So what did you get me for lunch?" I stand and kiss him softly.

He grabs a bag from my desk and hands it to me. I take a peek inside.

"Oh you're good." I grin, pulling a large piece of chocolate cake from inside.

"Ah, ah. This first." He hands me the other bag. I place the cake on my desk and take the second bag from him. "I figured I better feed you something with some sort of nutritional value first."

"Custard and apple Danish?" I laugh.

"It's contains fruit." He chuckles.

"You really want to make out don't you." I smirk.

"Always. You should read the draft first babe, you know how time flies when we... Engage."

I grab one of the apple Danishes and take it to my office sofa along with the draft press release. I take a bite before reading through.

Christian and Anastasia Grey are happy to confirm they are indeed looking forward to the arrival of their third child due later this year. Mrs Grey is doing well and the pregnancy is progressing as expected. Both are excited to be adding to their family.

"Sounds good to me. What do you think?"

"I think I'd rather not give the fuckers anything, but as far as statements go it's short, sounds personal and doesn't give too much away. It's fine." He replies gruffly.

"You don't sound convinced."

"Baby, I'm never convinced when it comes to the media."

"Yet we did a magazine spread half naked?" I giggle at his contradictory stance.

"That was different." He grumbles, a flutter of emotions flicking through his expression.

"How so? We actively gave them private information and willing gave them photos."

"The difference being there was a purpose for that. Babe..." He sighs, " I just worry about your safety. You know the kidnapping threats increase when your pregnant."

"I know." I put the paper and Danish down on the coffee table and scoot across the sofa to him. "I will be fine." I stroke his cheek lovingly.

He looks deep into my eyes, his concern evident. Reaching up he tucks a lock of hair behind my ear and leans in for a kiss. "Just promise me you'll cooperate with your security team baby,". He whispers against my mouth, "if anything were to happen to you again." His voice wavers. "I love you Mrs Grey, more than anything...if..."

"Ssshhh,". I kiss him gently. "I love you too." Hitching my skirt up I climb onto his lap, my knees either side of his hips.

"What are you up to Mrs Grey?" He chuckles as I wiggle my hips then begin rocking back and forth.

"I'm making out with my husband like a horny teenager." I capture his mouth with mine and submit to the heavenly spell that is my husband.