A/N: thank you all for being so patient. I struggled with getting this chapter to flow so I hope it comes across okay. Ana's speech in this chapter is some advice that was given to me in my student days, I'll never forget it, I hope it doesn't come across as too cheesy! :)

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Chapter 51 - Passions

APOV

"Oh god, yes, yes!" I scream, sitting in one of the back seats of Charlie Tango. I am strapped in, tight. My hands are tied to the headrest above my head with Christians tie. My legs are spread wide, held apart firmly with Christians hands. Christian is gloriously naked on his knees in front of me. It's a tight squeeze in this space, but the closeness brings with it delicious sensory delights. His soft groans and grunts send bursts of warm sweet breathe sweeping over my sensitive skin. The heat produced between our bodies is both welcome and overwhelming. I can see beads of sweat glistening on his chest. I try wiggling, I want to move in sync with him, I want to meet him trust for thrust but I can't, this belt is too damn tight. "Christian, please." I close my eyes, gasping for breath. He ignores my pleas, continuing the exquisite torture. In, out, pause, slam, gyrate. It's overwhelming. "Oooo, shit... Babe...let me move. Please let me move.. I need to touch you." I cry. My body is wound so tightly. "Aahhh."

"Fuck,...let me hear you baby." Christian tilts his head back, his jaw tenses as he bucks into me forcefully.

"Please,". I tug down on the tie restraining my hands. It doesn't budge.

"Jesus Christ." He hisses, and rolls his hips. He lifts one hand from my thighs and unties the knot in his tie. I moan as I stretch my arms out in front of me while he releases the buckle of the seat belt. He gives me a fraction of a second before pulling me to his chest - one hand flat against my back and the other on the back of my head. "Come on baby, give it up." He grunts. I grasp his damp hair and bury my head in the crook of his neck. His scent is heady. A combination of sweat, sex, Christian, and the faint residue of his Hugo Boss cologne. I close my eyes and loose myself in the bliss that is HIM. He is utterly intoxicating and I am drunk on his smell.

"Come with me." He growls and tightens his grip on me then stills. On cue I detonate, clenching my thighs and screaming his name as waves of pure delight wash over my body. My breathing is loud and ragged, almost embarrassingly so.

When I open my eyes he is gazing at me. "I love watching you come." He grins, his pride in bringing me to my knees in ecstasy evident in his possessive look.

"I love coming for you." I pant confidently.

He kisses the tip of my nose, my cheek, the corner of my mouth - cherishing me. "I love you so much, baby. Flying CT will never be the same again." He chuckles.

I smile shyly. "I've wanted you to take me in Charlie Tango since the first time you strapped me in."

He opens his mouth to say something, but decides against it, instead he grins like the cat who got the cream and leans in to kiss me. "From fantasy to reality, twice in one night. Glad I could be of service." He kisses me softly.

We fix ourselves as best we can. I have to let my hair down. It's beyond salvageable so I have no option. Christian looks no worse for wear. In saying that, I don't think Christian has ever looked worse after sex. In fact, he always looks better. The only thing that might give away his adventurous pre-dinner activities are the slight creases in his tie.

When we reach the car he tugs my pencil dress up. "I don't know if I approve of you being bra less." He frowns.

"It's a strapless dress."

"What if your breasts pop out during dinner?"

"Oh Christian." I slightly smack his arm. "The only reason my breasts popped out earlier was because my zip was half down." During our first round in the helicopter Christian sat in the pilots seat while I straddled him backwards with my arms above us. While lifting my arms up my breasts came out of my dress. Christian groaned in approval at the time, but I guess the thought of it happening in public has changed his stance to that of disapproval.

He narrows his eyes, still looking annoyed but opens the SUV door for me. I climb in and he reaches over and buckles me in.

I watch him as he drives. God he's sexy when he's driving. His muscles move under his tight fitting shirt as he is changing gears, his thighs tightening as he pushes in the clutch. I lick my lips and scan his body as he changes down gears to stop at a set of lights.

"Don't." He laughs. "God you're insatiable." He shakes his head and turns to me, his arms still holding the steering wheel.

"What? I'm not allowed to admire husband?" I feign innocence.

"Not when we are late for dinner and I know under that piece of black fabric you are only wearing a tiny pair of black panties."

"I'll behave." I hold my hands up. "Doesn't mean I can look at you." I mumble.

"Later baby." He winks. "I promise. I haven't had my fill of you tonight."

We are about half an hour late by the time we walk into the Heritage ballroom at the Governor Hotel. The place is simply beautiful. We have walked into a cream wonderland. There are round tables covered in cream table cloths, even the chairs are covered in fabric and gathered at the back with ribbons. Candles flicker around the room and the noise of chatter and glasses clinking fills the air.

"Mr and Mrs Grey." An attendant greets us at the entrance to the grand room. "So glad you could make it. We have you seated at the front with the other university benefactors. If you would follow me." The young man rests his eyes on me and I hear Christian growl. His fingers tightening around my stomach. I wrap an arm around his back and rest my hand in the back pocket of his slacks. The action seems to calm him. Yes, I'm yours Christian, all yours.

We are stopped multiple times on the way to our table. Surprisingly - for a change, it is me that is getting stopped. Staff members who remember me - or claim to - stop to congratulate me. For what? I don't know. I'm only an owner of a company that was gifted to me, married a squizzillionaire and have 2.5 children. Are they congratulating me for having an over protective husband who buys companies? For capturing the heart of a man wealthy enough to buy the companies, or for being a Mom who works and loves her family like most women? For the sake of my mood I roll with option 3. I smile politely, thank them, shake hands and nod. A routine I am very familiar with after a few years of attending functions with Christian. Honestly, I don't know how Christian can stand all this fake, polite chatter.

Christians arm remains firmly around my back while he chats with people casually on the side. Every so often he kisses my hand or rubs my back. His small gestures of comfort warm my heart.

When we finally make it to our table I notice we are the last people to be seated. A few people stop their conversations to look at us. I have no idea who any of these people are.

"Relax." Christian murmurs in my ear and rests his arm along the back of my chair, his thumb stroking my back.

Dinner is lovely. We are served Tomato and herb soup with bread rolls for the starter. Lamb cutlets with cherry sauce, potato gratin and green vegetables for the main and vanilla bean ice cream with chocolate brownie for dessert. Christian clears his dessert then starts on mine. I am so full I feel like I'm about to pop. We make small talk with the table, mainly Christian. He's talking to a few of the men who also support the farming and agriculture division.

"You okay baby?" Christian asks, holding my chin and tilting my face towards him so he can give me a chaste kiss.

"I'm good. Full." I pat my expanding belly and sigh.

He chuckles, "I'm pleased to hear it," He kisses me again, a longer, sensual kiss, a kiss that promises so much more and is probably a little inappropriate for a crowded dinner. He tucks a lock of hair behind my ear then turns back to his conversation.

I look up and catch, i assume, one of the wives gazing at us. Her face flushes and her cheeks redden from being caught looking. She quickly turns away. I put my hand over my mouth and stifle a giggle. Yes my husband kisses me in public!

When the dessert plates have been cleared the Chancellor walks onto the small stage and taps the microphone. It lets off an ear piercing sound, successfully demanding silence and gaining the rooms full attention.

He gives his spiel, thanking the staff members etc... Acknowledging the generous donations, and contributions to the university, and rattling off the progress and achievements of every division. I frown when there's barely any mention of the literary department. I guess no one really care about books when students are doing great things within the science and technology department. Briefly I wonder if that's because of the money pumped into those areas. Perhaps I should do something to fund the students with the same passions as me? Offer scholarships or something. I make a mental note to talk it over with Christian and come up with something.

Once the speeches are over the music starts and everyone begins to mix and mingle.

I watch as a few couples move to the marble floor and begin to dance slowly to the music. I wish I was out there myself, my husbands arms wrapped around me and no one trying to get in our faces and talk chummy like they've known us for years.

"Dance with me." Christian whispers in my ear from behind, his arms snaking around to my front.

"Please." I breathe, wanting nothing more than to get away from the crowd and idle chit chat and be alone with him.

He takes my hand and walks me to the dance floor as Bryan Adams sultry voice starts crooning through the speaker system. He pulls me into his body, I wrap my arm around his waist and he takes the other in his hand while his spare hand spreads out over my back. I rest my head on his chest and sigh with content. This is what I wanted.

"Better?" He mumbles into my hair, gently swaying us to the music.

"Much." He moves us slowly, in our own little bubble, gently singing some of the lyrics in my ear. He has a beautiful voice.

"Look into your heart, you will find
There's nothin' there to hide.
Take me as I am, take my life.
I would give it all, I would sacrifice."

"I love you." I raise my head to his and look into his bright eyes. He takes my face in his hands and kisses me slowly. I pull away when a camera flash goes off not far from us.

"Nosy bastards." I sigh, and wrap my arms around his neck - how many photos will be in the paper tomorrow morning? He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me flush against him. We spend the rest of night dancing and swaying slowly to the stream of songs, giving no one a chance to interrupt us.

"Do you think we should mingle a little?" Christian asks, twirling me out and pulling me back in with my back to his front. His arm rests across my stomach and his head on my shoulder.

I shake my head. I know we probably should but I'm just not in the mood tonight. He turns me around in time with the music so that I am facing him again.

"I want you all to my self." I whisper, aware of the people dancing around us. He smiles down at me and winks.

"I think you have it bad Mrs Grey."

After eventually leaving the dance floor and talking to a few suits from the university I am ready to go. Despite my sleep today I am bone tired. I will participate in all the formal talk tomorrow at graduation.

We are waiting in the lobby for the valet to bring the SUV around. Christian is talking to another man who's waiting for his car also. It's ironic how 4 years ago I used to give Christian grief for locking himself away in his ivory tower and not getting out more. Now here he is chatting away animatedly and I'm the one who is disliking the crowds.

I watch as one of the hotel attendants approaches. A young man. He looks to be in his early twenties. His face is framed by slick dark hair.

"Ana, Ana Grey?" He asks, his green eyes twinkling and his brow sweating. He's nervous.

"Yes." I reply, cautious as he gets closer. He is holding something I can't see behind his back. Fuck, is it a gun? I start to panic, we don't have security with us. Instinctively I step back into Christian, bumping him to get his attention.

"You okay babe." He turns and places his hands on my upper arms.

"Um." I tremble.

"Hey." He looks concerned and scans my face, his thumb stroking my cheek. "Are you sick, babe?"

"Excuse me, Mrs Grey." The young man repeats.

I peek up at him, his hands are still behind his back. Christian turns, looking over at him and eyes him suspiciously. He pulls me protectively into his side and holds me.

"You are?" Christian growls.

"I'm sorry. Mr Grey?" Christian doesn't reply, just holds me tighter, he's letting me know he'll handle this.

"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." He shuffles on his feet and looks down. "I was... Um... Well I just wanted to say Hi." His hands move and I clutch onto Christian tighter. I stand frozen, the object behind his back moves forward with his hands.

"It's just a magazine." Christian reassures me. I breathe a huge sigh of relief. Oh thank god for that. If it was just a magazine why the dramatics of hiding it behind his back. Christ, I thought he was armed or something.

"I'm a huge fan...you know.." The young man shrugs. "When I heard you were going to be here tonight, I requested this shift hoping I would get a chance to meet you."

"A fan of what exactly?" Christian sneers and tenses beside me. I notice the magazine is opened to the photo of me topless from behind and straddling Christian with the leather pants on. "The long list of successful authors she has published?" Fifty hisses with venomous sarcasm.

"I mean no disrespect, Sir." He cowers under Christians intense stare. "But,... Well your wife is fucking hot dude."

I giggle, not at his comment but at his courageous outburst. I don't think I've seen anyone who has been able to mutter a single word to Christian while being pinned by his death glare. It's usually renders people speechless and has them running off with their tail between their legs.

Christian surprises me by bursting into laughter, it's a hearty, fake laughter which only lasts a few seconds before he stops - dead silent. The stark change is rather frightening. "Fuck... off." He snarls, dangerously quiet.

The boy stares wide eyed. I expect him to run but instead he surprises me by asking me to sign his copy of Esquire. "Fuck off." Christian booms, capturing the attention of everyone in the lobby who wasn't already watching us. The boy scatters across the marble floor and out of view.

"Cheeky Sod wasn't he?" The man who was talking to Christian breaks the uncomfortable silence, thawing my frozen expression. I look over to him and see the lady who was watching us at the table attached to his arm.

"He was right. You are very beautiful." She mutters shyly.

"Ah, thank you." I reply, because I don't quite know how to respond to that. Christian grunts and pulls me away.

"Fuckers." Christian mumbles beside me as he drags me to the thick glass hotel doors.

"Are you okay baby? You looked like you were about to faint." He pauses before exiting and strokes my cheek.

"I'm fine. I just wasn't sure what he was holding behind his back." I inhale deeply, then breathe out the sick feeling from my gut. It's moments like this that I see exactly why I am usually so well protected.

"Lets get you home." Taking my hand he leads me to the SUV that is now waiting for us at the entrance of the hotel.

The ride back to the Heathman is quiet. Christians face is a myriad of expressions. He is obviously brooding over the young man at the Hotel, whether its over the fact he scared me, or the fact he thought I was hot remains to be seen. "You know that lady in the lobby is gay right?" He snarls, breaking the silence and taking me by surprise.

"Ah, no I didn't know. I have no idea who she was Christian. Why does it matter? Wasn't that her husband?"

"Father, and she was eye fucking you all night. Then that 15 year old fucker... Jesus, I can't take you anywhere." He growls unsuccessfully as his laughter breaks through. "Why do you think I kissed you at the table baby?"

"Actually, I had assumed you kissed me because you love me and wanted to!" I state slightly appalled.

"That too." He grins, stopping the car engine and turning towards me. "You are mine." He mouthes.

He drapes his arm around my shoulder and hugs me closely as we walk through the familiar Heathman lobby.

The instant the elevator doors ping shut he has me pinned in the corner of the elevator, my dress is bunched around my hips and one of my legs propped up on his hip, his hand grasping tightly under my knee.

"You...are...mine." His husky breath pants, his lips moving with tantalising vigour over the skin of my neck. "All mine." His lips find mine and he kisses me passionately. His tongue glides over mine. The warmth of our breathes sends tingles to every part of my body. I raise my arms and wrap them around his neck, deepening the kiss.

All to quickly he pulls my dress down, lowering my leg and pulls away breathless. I lean back against the wall to catch my own breath, my eyes focusing on the ceiling. 'Ping'.

"Come." He takes me hands and pulls me from the confined space of the elevator. One word suggesting so much. Wrapping my arms around his stomach I cuddle into his back, following his lead closely. Feeling playful, I lower one hand to his erection and rub it slowly, up and down.

"Fucking hell, baby," He turns and lifts me up, carrying me. I giggle and hold into his neck tightly. He is all over me as he busts through the door of our suite. Gail and Taylor rise from the sofa as we turn.

"Sir. Mrs Grey." Taylor nods formally.

"Hi." I wiggle out of Christians hold fixing my dress when my feet hit the ground. "How were the children?"

"They were playful and as entertaining as ever." Gail smiles fondly.

"I'm glad. Would you like to stay for a coffee? Tea?" I ask.

"Thanks, but we should be going." Gail blushes. Oh, I wonder if we interrupted something?

We say our good nights and see them out. They are just down the corridor so don't have far to go. Sawyer and Reynolds are on active duty tonight.

I take my shoes off before heading to the mini refrigerator to grab myself a bottle of water. Christian stands, watching my every move.

"Come here." His voice is quiet but demanding. Immediately I begin to pulse in all the right places. I saunter slowly to the dining room table where Christian has been standing, leaning against the polished wood. I stand in front of him, drinking in his scent and eyeing the bulge in his pants.

"Don't bite your lip." I release my lower lip from the pin of my teeth, an action I hadn't realised I was doing, but then that is usually the case. My eyes flutter up to meet his.

"Go to our room. Take off your clothes... Leave your panties on. Wait by the bed. His commands burn in my ear setting fire to my blood.

"Okay." I manage to mutter.

"Okay what?" He growls.

"O..okay Sir." I bite my lip to stifle my smile. Oh my. My husband is going to remind me who I belong to.

"Good girl."

I wake up aching, not sore, just well used. The feeling is surprisingly refreshing. Christian certainly staked his claim on me - till the early hours of the morning no less. I stretch out, pushing all the aches to my extremities. Christian wasn't rough - by his standards, he never is when I'm pregnant. I was spanked, tied, licked, sucked, flicked, fucked and thoroughly kissed.

I roll over and look at my sleeping Adonis. His jaw is covered in a light dusting of stubble. My fingers rise to my face and stroke my cheek, that'll explain the tingling, almost burning sensation I fell asleep with. His lips are parted slightly, I can't resist. I trace the outline of the soft skin with my index finger.

He startles me by grabbing my finger and sucking on it.

"Good morning beautiful." He grins, a bright, dazzling grin which I return.

"Good morning handsome." I lean down and take his bottom lip between my teeth.

"Mmmm." He moans softly, grabbing me by my hips and lifting me on to him. His member is already standing at attention and he lowers me on to it effortlessly.

"Oooo." I tremble, resting my hands on his chest and bowing my head, creating a veil of chestnut hair around us.

My hips begin to move on their own accord, softly rocking.

"Sit up, I want to see you." The morning huskiness laced in his voice is sexy beyond words - causing a clench deep within my belly. He growls, feeling the tightness and closes his eyes. When he opens them his eyes are burning. A mixture of love, lust and desire.

I lean back, resting my hands on his thighs and surrender to moment, rolling and riding him until we are both trembling and vocalising our releases.

"Shower?" He suggests, his fingers trailing up and down my side.

I look at the alarm clock. 6.30am. We still have another 30 minutes or so before the children usually wake.

"Okay, but none of your shenanigans. We don't have much time."

"You love my shenanigans." He chuckles. "But okay, I'll stick to soaping you up."

CPOV

"But Daddy, me wan come." Teddy pouts, his hands fisted on his hips.

"Teddy, no. I'm sorry. I know Mommy and Daddy went out without you last night, but Mommy has a special job to do this morning and then we are all finished with the boring adult stuff and we have the rest of the day to spend with you and Phoebe. Would you still like to go to the zoo?"

He nods, the reminder of the zoo trip doing wonders at erasing his frown.

"We go zoo?" He tilts his head to the side.

"When Mommy and Daddy get home."

"Kay Daddy." He ends the conversation by running over to Gail who is plating the lunch which has just been delivered.

"I'm ready." Ana strolls in from the master suite. My eyes widen and my mouth drops open. She looks stunning. She is wearing tight black bootleg slacks, black peep toe heel louboutins with signature red sole and a cream fitted sleeveless blouse which shows off her little bump. She has the top few buttons undone revealing her diamond necklace I gave her yesterday. Her hair is pulled back in a sleek ponytail and her second change earrings are hanging from her lobes.

"You look beautiful." I step towards her and kiss her cheek. "So beautiful. I love that everyone can see our blip." I place my hands on her belly and caress our little miracle. She straightens my tie, and kisses my cheek.

"We should go." I run my finger down her necklace and watch her dazzling smile, it's obvious she loves it.

"Ready when you are."

We say goodbye to the children. There are no tears, just reminders of our zoo trip this afternoon. Taylor will be accompanying us to graduation. He wasn't supposed to, but after last night with the hotel employee in the lobby I don't want to take any chances. I don't even want to think about how many immature frat boys have jerked one off to my wife's photo. The thought makes me shudder.

Nostalgia washes over me as I watch the graduation proceedings. I am sitting on stage. Ana, the Chancellor and 2 vice chancellors are to my right, and senior staff members to my left. I was invited on stage to sit with Ana, not only as her husband but as one of the biggest benefactors to WSU. I was more than happy to sit with the rest of the well wishers, family and friends but the chancellor insisted. I don't want to steal Ana's moment, but she ensured me having me by her side would calm her nerves and make the proceedings a little more bearable.

After listening to the Chancellor speak, followed by the student representative Ana is introduced. Ana stands from her seat, her clammy hand gripping mine tightly. She looks down at me nervously, her bottom lip clamped in her teeth. I stand beside her and whisper in her ear.

"You'll be fine,baby. I love you." She nods and gives me a quick peck on the cheek. The kiss elicits a few wolf whistles, making Ana giggle.

"...Former Graduate of WSU. Mr and Mrs Grey are also very generous benefactors to this university. Please Welcome, Mrs Anastasia Grey." The chancellor motions for Ana to approach the mic. She takes a deep breathe then walks confidently to the podium, a burst of applause erupts. I take my seat, beaming with pride. She looks amazing and she's all mine. Fuck her ass looks good in those pants.

She clears her throat then begins to speak. I watch in awe.

"Good Morning, students, staff and guests. First of all I'd like to thank the authorities who have given me this great honour today. It is a privilege to share this day with you all. I am both touched and honoured to be here.

When I was first asked to confer the degrees, I spent my nights drafting a speech about the outstanding work being done by different departments - that we as benefactors are kept informed of. I wanted to touch on the great progress the environmental and agriculture division are making in their endeavours - a subject my husband is passionate about. I wanted to talk about the amazing work being produced in the technology department. I wanted to include everyone's accomplishments and the successes achieved by all. But I struggled, not for lack of material, but lack of personal knowledge. Only when I began writing about something personal, something familiar, did the words begin to flow. My speech became less of a generic essay and became my advice - If you will - to you all." She pauses and swallows. She's doing great.

"Four years ago, I sat where you are now. A literary student, who like many of you was more relieved than excited to have finished my degree. As students we spend years educating ourselves. We chose a field that interests us, a subject or area we are passionate about and we devote years to learning the information needed to open the door to our chosen careers. We pick up texts books only when the word exam is heard, we bury ourselves in notes, highlighter ink and folders upon folders of information for the purpose of completing papers.

Many get so focused on the journey to arrive at this particular day, the day someone like myself hands them the prize, that they forget about the excitement they felt before the journey even began. The reason they started the journey in the first place.

The time when you read a psychology journal because you enjoyed reading about the mind, not to skim read a particular article purely for finding an appropriate phrase for an essay.

The time you appreciated nature, for its beauty, not for the density of a particular rock, or to study the levels of rainfall.

The time when you picked up a book, for the sole purpose of enjoying a good story, not to analyse the damsel in distress' behavioural flaws - but to root for her in spite of them.

My advice to you all - Renew that passion that brought you here, take it and run with it. Use it to make a difference, to inspire, teach and continue to learn. Never forget the reasons you took this route in the first place. Enjoy reading, be awed by nature, live life loving what you do.

Every single one of you sitting in front of me today can hold your head high and be proud of what you have accomplished. You made it. Only, you have not finished your journey, you have only just begun. I wish you all the very best in your chosen fields. May your passions fulfil your hopes and dreams. Congratulations."

The auditorium fills with applause. Ana blushes and looks nervously at me. I wink at her, "You did great baby." I mouth.