A/N: I do not own the characters from the FSOG trilogy or the Crossfire Series. They are owned by E.L James and Sylvia Day. I am just enjoying them in my Playroom.

Chapter Seven: A New Year and a New Love

It had been weeks since Ana left Seattle and Christian was not the same. For the first week he locked himself in their master bedroom and refused to see anyone except Taylor who was allowed in to bring food. Christian tried to eat, but most times he pushed the food around on his plate and fell deeper into despair. She left Seattle! Ana was gone and he had no one to blame but himself. The second week Christian hid out in his study on his laptop or on his phone running his empire and searching Google for any information for the only woman who walked out on him.

By the middle of December Christian was back at the GEH offices but he was hell on wheels making his PAs cry almost daily. He was so cranky and mean that Ros, his right-hand woman, wrote out her resignation and left it on his desk. Christian had to do some fast talking to keep her.

After every meeting Christian would search his email account with the hopes that there was an email from Ana saying she was coming home or for any information about her life in New York City. He had seen the industry announcement that Ms. Ana Steele had left WP for CPI and had made the move from Seattle to New York City. The article had a wonderful picture of Ana in front of the CPI smiling and looking so beautiful that it made Christian want to cry. There were other photos of Ana with Gideon Cross at different work related functions and charity events. She looked so beautiful. She had refined her business look to where she was sleeker and very elegant, but still remained natural and unpretentious. He loved looking at her. He remembered the smell of her hair and the taste of her lips. He could feel the heat of her soft skin as she embraced him. "I miss you, baby." He whispered. The last photo he saw was a pre-Christmas photograph showing Cross holding Ana close and looking down at her like she was the love of his life. The caption on the photo was speculating if the lovely Ms. Steele had done the impossible and tamed New York's bad boy and won the love of the ultimate bachelor. Christian felt his heart come to a sudden halt in his chest. He did lose her! She had moved on. "Fuck!" He yelled not caring that he was in Grey House and his staff might hear him. He stood up and angrily swiped everything off his desk and sending his laptop, papers, and office supplies to the floor. He picked up his office chair and threw it across the room. By the time Taylor arrived after he was summoned to the boss's office to get control of the situation, Christian's office was destroyed. His artwork that Ana had found extraordinary lay destroyed on the floor. He was breathing hard in the middle of the room on his knees. He looked up at Taylor who stood in the doorway. "She's left me for good, Taylor."

Taylor quickly closed the door. No one should see the boss in this condition. "Yes, sir, I know. Would you like to go home?" Or maybe a trip to a mental hospital? Or a visit with Flynn? "Christian, you need to talk someone. You can't keep going on like this."

"I love her and I want her back."

Taylor understood this man's pain. Everyone had something that they wanted but could not have. "Why don't I call Flynn?"

Christian jumped to his feet. His grey eyes were wild in anger and hurt. "I don't need fuckin' Flynn, I need her…and if I can't have her…I will ….fuck it …." He stormed past Taylor and pulled open the door and stalked out of his office. Taylor was behind him and beside him as they reached the elevator. "I want to go to the club."

"Mile High, Sir?"

Christian stared at the metal doors before him. He could feel the darkness cover him. The demon was back and Christian gave up to the beast. "No, the club. I will beat every fucking brown haired girl I can find."

Taylor looked away. This was not going to turn out well. He could see disaster in his boss's future.

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New Year's Eve with Gideon cross was an experience that Ana would never forget. She spent most of the day preparing by going to a spa and getting her hair done and her legs and armpits waxed. She also enjoyed a relaxing massage. She was manicured and had a pedicure.

When Gideon arrived at her door she was wearing a Michael Kors Crepe Black Zipper Dress that hugged her curves. The dress showed off her well-defined shoulders and arms. She turned to show Gideon her back which was showed to perfection. He approved. She wore simple diamond earrings with her hair sleekly pulled back into a low pony-tail with a diamond encrusted hair tie. Her make-up was kept natural. She posed for him showing the slit that gave a little peep of her fine legs. He knew that she was wearing her stockings and garter with her six-inch black leather Louboutin's.

"You are beautiful." He said admiring her. He pulled her into his arms and gently kissed her soft lips. "I will be the envy of every man in New York tonight."

Ana blushed a bit. Her hands were on his bulging upper arms for support. He was wearing an Armani tux that he worked for the total effect of a powerful and sexual man. Gideon was the kind of man that was not defined by the clothes he wore, but he defined them by his statue and his looks. He could make any suit look good, even a badly made one. He wore complete black from the tux to the linen shirt to the silk tie. His black glossy hair was brushed back and made him look like a swashbuckling pirate as it brushed against the collar of his suit. He was dark, swarthy, and damn sexy!

"You make a tux look even better than it does." She said smiling up at him. She loved the feel of his muscles under the material as she caressed him gently. "Can you get any better looking?"

Gideon flashed his killer smile. "Only with you on my arm, Goddess." When they were alone he had started to call her Goddess. She reached up and kissed his lips but her eyes stared into his. Sky blue to intense electric blue. "Ana, you are making it harder and harder to resist you."

"I know, Gideon." She whispered. "I am fighting it also. I worry about what people will say if I start anything with you. I don't want to be known as the V.P. who fucked her way into a job."

"Goddess, anyone who knows you, knows that you are a dedicated and hard worker. You earned your job." His forehead was touching hers. "I do want you. God, I do, but you are still getting over him. I am giving you time to get him out of your system."

The shadow of Christian Grey covered her once again. She had managed to push his memory deep into her memory files and his face didn't haunt her every day. She was too busy to think about him. "Gideon, we better go. We have three parties to attend." He nodded and took her long black leather duster and helped her slip it on. He stood behind her with his hands on her shoulders. She could feel his heat radiate off his body. She stepped back into him to feel his hard body. She heard him lowly moan as his arms went around her waist and pull her even closer for a hug. He kissed her neck causing shivers to go up and down her spine. Goodness, she could feel herself getting moist between her legs. "Gideon, if you don't stop…"

"I know Goddess. I could take….we better go." He kissed the top of her head then reached around her to open the door and motioned her to go forward. He closed his eyes and got control of his desires. She wasn't ready yet and he wanted her ready without any lingering thoughts or feelings for Christian Grey.

Three parties later where she was constantly on the arm of Gideon and proclaimed the luckiest woman on the planet to be his, Ana found herself in his penthouse. She was still wearing her gown as he offered her a glass of champagne. He had loosened his tie to get comfortable then led her to the balcony to watch the ball drop at midnight. They joined the community countdown as the big crystal ball dropped to welcome in the New Year! 10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…Happy New Year! Gideon's hand lifted her beautiful face and he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. Her lips parted inviting him to kiss her deeper. His other hand went to the other side of her face and he kissed her with all the desire and need that was coursing through his body. Electric fire flowed through their veins. Ana wrapped her arms around his waist and celebrated in his heat from the cold night air.

"Happy New Year, Goddess." He whispered against her lips.

"Happy New Year, Gideon." She replied breathlessly. Her heart was beating wildly against her chest. She was inflamed with desire for him. All she could feel was Gideon. She could only think of his touch, his kiss, and his body pressed against hers. She wanted him like she had never wanted anything before in her life, but he was her boss. She couldn't risk her career. She was in New York to establish herself in the publishing world as a serious and efficient editor.

Gideon could feel her body change. She was going from heat and fire to cold and standoffish. He released her from their embrace and offered her more champagne. "I am honored to bring the New Year in with you."

"You have made this night magical. Thank you for being the perfect date." She took a sip of the champagne as her eyes scanned the city lights of New York City. Every New York soul seemed to be out and the town seemed even more alive. Her blue eyes were drawn back to Gideon as he stared at her with want. He wanted her! She could feel it and smell it in the air. Their desire for each other was out of control. She stepped forward toward him, but he stepped away to her dismay.

"Don't." His voice was strained. "If you touch me now, I won't be able to control myself. I will take you into my bed and never let you leave. I want you so damn much that it is consuming me." He pushed back a lock of long hair that fell into his eyes. "I burn for you, Goddess."

"I burn for you also." She confessed softly. Her eyes were wide as she looked at him.

They both were breathing hard. Gideon stepped forward and grabbed her. "Fuck it, I want you and I don't care if you're not over Grey. I will make you forget him." His mouth captured hers and he kissed her fiercely, claiming her and making her his own. He backed her against the wall of his building. He was holding her arms above her head and kissed her like it was going to be the last time to kiss her. She may have started her love life with Christian Grey, but Gideon promised that he, himself, would be her last and only lover! She was his woman now and he did not share! "Stay with me, Goddess. Don't leave me."

"Take me, Gideon." She breathed against his chest. "Take me and never let me go."

"Never, ever, in a million years." He picked her up and carried her back into his apartment cradled into his chest and her arms around his neck. He went straight to his bedroom and then let her slide down his body as he released her long legs. His hands stayed on her hips as he kept her close and kissed her demanding her surrender to their desire. "I have never wanted any woman like I want you." His hand went to the zipper at her neck and pulled it down to reveal her strapless black lace bra and silk panties. Her garter was also black lace with tiny pink bows on the garter straps that connected to her black sheer thigh highs. Oh, good lord, she was going to destroy him! Her body proclaimed sexual delights. Every inch of her was made for the pleasures of the flesh. He let the dress fall and pool at her feet and his eyes drank her in. "Anastasia." He said her name as if in reverence. "My Goddess."

For the first time in her life, Ana felt comfortable with her body and showing it to a man. Gideon made her feel safe and beautiful. He didn't want to beat her before he fucked her. He didn't need to tie her up to keep her from touching his perfect male body. She licked her lips, smiled at him as she pulled her hair tie from her hair and let the deep brown hair flow over her shoulders and down her back. "You are over-dressed, Mr. Cross." She huskily said. She approached him and let her fingers walk up his hard chest to his tie. Their eyes were locked on each other as she worked on his tie and vest. He shrugged out of the jacket and let it fall to the floor. Within seconds Gideon was standing before her shirtless and presenting his upper torso to her grateful glaze. He was perfect in form with a muscular chest that was lightly furred with black hair. His pectorals were sculptured from his workouts as well as his abs. Her fingers traced over every defined muscle making him breathe harder. Her fingers traced through his happy trail to the waistband of his trousers. She leaned into his chest and kissed his warm skin as she undone his belt, the buttons on the waistband, and slowly unzipped his pants. She tasted his skin with her delicate tongue and he was growling as he contained himself to let her explore his body. She was bolder than she used to be and slowly pushed his pants over his hips. She could see his bulging member in his boxer-briefs. He was magnificent! Gideon stepped out of his pants as they fell to the floor. "You are a god yourself, Gideon." She huskily declared as her blue eyes slid up and down his male body in complete pleasure. "You are still over-dressed." Her flirty eyes lingered on his bulge then lifted to stare into his intense blue eyes. With a devilishly smile his thumbs hooked into the band of his underwear and pulled them down and he stepped out of them. His cock was huge, almost purple with pulsating need, and heavy. She knew when she held him in her hand, that he would be weighted with male meat! Oh, my…who is the lucky girl tonight?

Gideon waited for her to step closer. She had to start this. This had to be her choice. This time he would let her control their activities in the bedroom, then he would explain that he was a dominant and that he liked to be in charge of the sexual activities. He believed that she would enjoy herself under his body and his passions. Tonight, though, was about her and on her speed. They kept staring at each other. They didn't need to speak because they could feel each other's needs and wants. Ana moved closer to him and pressed the hard peaks of her perfect breasts into his furred chest. "I want you, Gideon, and damn the world and its opinions. Tonight, I am yours."

He brushed back her hair from her lovely angelic face. "I am yours for more than just tonight, Goddess. If I take you tonight, I will never leave you. You have captured me, Ana."

"Gideon." His name healed her soul. She felt complete in his arms. His touch inflamed her. "Take me." She demanded. "Take me to heaven."

With a growl, Gideon picked her up around the waist and took her to his bed. It was now their bed. He had made up his mind, once this night was over, she would be his and she would share all of his life, even his home. He followed her onto the bed. He kissed her softly; drawing her out and making her heart slam once again against her chest. She was breathing hard. His kisses trailed over her jaw onto her neck, over her clavicle, tasting and nipping her skin. His hands were cupping and massaging her breasts. His fingers rolled her nipples and tugged them to even harder attention. She arched her back and felt that familiar ache of passion building in her body. She released her first orgasm in months and felt another begin to rise. His tongue traced over her belly and then he kissed her belly button. She moaned as her body tingled and quivered under his expert touch. She felt him pull off her panties and then spread her legs open. He moved into position at the apex of her thighs. Her head fell back as his mouth covered the whole of her sex. It had been such a long time since she had been touched there but to have a full kiss she was nearly out of her mind with pleasure. His tongue began its dance against her clit then through her folds and gained entranced into her warmest core. He tongue-fucked her into another orgasm as his fingers raced up and down her legs. Her body was on fire and Gideon had lit the fuse. She was so close to another orgasm when his fingers took the place of his tongue and his mouth sucked gently then harder on the throbbing nub of her clit. She was gone within seconds. All she knew was intense pleasure that radiated from between her legs and covered the whole of her body. Even her toes and fingers could feel the titillating pleasures that he gave her. She called out to him, begging him to take her, but all he did was laugh lowly and continue his joyful onslaught of her person

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Gideon loved how responsive her body was to his touch. He was high on her moans and groans and when she came the numerous times he was addicted to her. Her cries of delight filled his heart and soul. He was pleasing her and it made him feel like a true man. He knew she should be ready to receive him, he had her wet and soft. He looked deeply into her eyes as he entered her body and she enveloped around his impressive length and width. Her big blue eyes widen even more as she stretched to accommodate him. He stilled until she caught her breath. "Are you alright? Am I hurting you, Anastasia?" He asked against her lips.

"Oh, Gideon, you are so…so big." She cried out. Her hips moved forward to take him even deeper. "Please…more…take me."

"With pleasure, Goddess." He sunk into her to the hilt making her cry out. Then he pulled out part way and did it again. He couldn't hurt her. He had to get her ready for the pounding that he wanted to do. Her legs went around his hips and he kissed her once again. "I have to go…I have to."

"Yes!" She exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held on for dear life. She could feel his cock inside her twitching as she clamped down on him. "Now, Gideon."

He reared back and slammed deeply into her. She screamed as he took her over and over again. The bed was bouncing off the walls and their cries of passion filled the room. He grabbed her thighs and wrapped his arms around them bringing her hips completely off the bed and sunk deep into her. She was coming so hard and so fast that he nearly came himself. He had to work to keep control. He had to make her come as much as he could. He wanted to give her the most ultimate fuck and orgasm that she had ever had. No matter what moves that Grey put on her, they would be soon forgotten in his arms and in his bed! There was no room for three people in their relationship. He was going to fuck Christian Grey out of existence.

She was mewing like a kitten as she came one last time and he found his release sending his seed deep into her. He couldn't believe how hard and how much he came.

This little woman was his equal. She could take a pounding fuck and keep coming back for more. He would learn in the hours proceeding that she was insatiable. By morning, Gideon Cross had been fucked into submission by a little brown-haired, blue-eyed woman from Seattle, Washington. He slept peacefully for the first time in his life exhausted by his Goddess. Ana cuddled into him, his strong arm holding her close and she never awoke with dreams of someone holding her captive and beating her with a flogger. She had found her save haven and her lovemate, Gideon Cross.