APOV

I understand why my dad was against this. Heck, even I was against this in the beginning. I was so horrible to Christian. Ray said he would be there for me and always will. He's happy I found love and happy that I'm happy. He's just afraid of my past, as am I. He doesn't want to see me hurt again. I explained I trust Christian and feel safe with him. I even told him about Sawyer. He even met Sawyer since he's stationed outside as my CPO. Kate jumped on the, Christian is a great guy wagon as well. He's still uneasy about it but agreed to accept it.

After my conversation with Ray. He went back home. I went to my room to contemplate what I'm feeling. When I agreed to more with Christian I never considered this. Love. I'm laying on my bed thinking about what I said. I can't believe I actually said it. Out loud! I can't sleep. I feel like something's missing. Someone's missing. Christian. I've been spoiled, three nights in his arms. I've slept with him since Thursday. Wrapped in his arms is quickly becoming my favorite place in the whole world.

~BUZZ~

I have a text. It's from Christian. Seems I'm not the only one.

My bed is too big without you. -C

I can't sleep either. xx -A

What do you recommend we do about that? -C

Nothing. It's a school night, Mr. Grey. -A

Hey! Where's my X? -C

You don't give me any. -A

Come over and I will. -C

Now? -A

Yes. Now. -C

Let me guess. Sawyer will bring me? -A

No. I will. -C

What? -A

Come downstairs, Anastasia. -C

He's here? Now!

I get out of my bed and grab my work attire for tomorrow. I quickly put it in my bag and write a quick note, to let Kate know where I am. I walk outside. There he is, in all his glory. Leaning against a sexy sports car.

"Nice car."

"I know." He grins wickedly. Boys and their toys.

"It's not an SUV." I state the obvious.

"No. It's an Audi Spyder R8."

I run to him and jump into his arms. He holds me and kisses me so lovingly.

"Okay." I say getting down. "I got my kiss. Goodnight." I start walking to my apartment building's door.

He grabs my arm. "Funny. Get in."

We're in the car with him driving. He looks, oh so sexy. He runs his hand up my bare thigh to the hem of my sleep shorts.

"These are some very short shorts, Miss Steele."

I decide to play with him so I bow my head like a submissive would. "Sorry, Sir."

Hearing him groan makes me smirk and giggle. I peek at him through my lashes.

"Anastasia." His voice sounds strained. "You don't know what you are saying."

I look at him. "Enlighten me then. I agreed to kink as long as you don't hurt me. I like what you did in your office. Let's have fun."

He glances at me then back to the road ahead. "You'd go into the playroom?"

"Sure. If that's what you'd like."

"Tonight?" He sounds hopeful.

"No. Not tonight. It's way too late and the last time we fooled around this late, we both were late for work. We're just going to sleep. I sleep better with you."

"I do, as well." He pouts. "Tomorrow then?"

"Tomorrow." I promise.

We pull into the underground parking of Escala and walk to the elevator holding hands. I notice two SUVs pull into Christian's penthouse parking spaces. Taylor and Sawyer.

In the elevator, once the doors close, Christian is on me. He pins me to the wall, both my hands in one of his above my head. His other hand holding my chin so we are looking into each other's eyes.

"One day I'm going to fuck you in this elevator, Anastasia."

Then he lunges at me, groaning into my mouth. I bring my leg up and he holds it. We are grinding into each other. He moves his hand up my thigh, then down my shorts, his fingers slip into my sleep shorts to my sex. I moan when he makes contact with my clitoris. I arch my back.

"You're so deliciously wet, Anastasia. What's got you so wet, baby?"

"Ah. Oh. You." I moan out as his fingers enter me and his thumb plays with my clit.

~DING~

"Ugh!" I complain, frustrated.

He picks me up. I wrap my legs around him.

"Come." I'd like to. "I owe you an orgasm." Yay! What happened to just sleeping? I don't care.

In his room he puts me on his bed. He takes off his shirt and pants, leaving on his boxer briefs. Then he climbs on top of me. He holds my chin and starts kissing down my throat. His hands pushing my shirt up and off. He nips and kisses each of my nipples. I arch my back.

"Stay still." He reprimands me.

Oh! "Please." I beg.

"I love when you beg me, Anastasia. Keep still." He warns kissing down my body.

He dips his tongue inside my navel, kissing down to the top of my sleep shorts.

"Let's take these off. Shall we?" He pulls them down.

Christian is kissing, licking, sucking up my thigh, pushing them apart as he goes up. Oh, god! He stops just before he gets to where I want him most. Then kisses up my other thigh to my sex, finally reaching where I want him. He inhales my scent. He looks at me as I look at him. His eyes are almost black, filled with desire.

"Do you have any idea how intoxicating you smell?"

Keeping his eyes on mine, he pushes his nose into my sex and inhales again. I fall back onto the bed and flush. His tongue starts to slowly circle my clitoris as he holds my legs down. I moan as his tongue swirls around and around. He slips his finger inside. I hear and feel him groan. He moves his finger again and again. I moan louder. Oh, god!

"Come for me, baby."

My orgasm causes me to scream out. Christian kisses up my body. He kisses my lip. He pulls the sheets up and covers us. I'm trying to control my breathing.

"What about you?"

He shakes his head. "That was just for you." He kisses my head. "I've been wanting to officially taste you. Trust me. I'm very satisfied."

We snuggle together. After awhile, when I'm almost asleep.

Christian asks. "Ana?"

"Yeah?"

"Can... Can I try something."

"It's late, Christian. Can we try it tomorrow?"

"Please." He sounds desperate. I look at him.

"Alright."

He takes my hand and very slowly, he places it on his chest. He closes his eyes. I try pulling my hand away, knowing that he doesn't like to be touched. I don't want to cause him any pain. He stops me, opens his eyes and smiles.

"It doesn't hurt." He whispers in awe.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. You've touched me before and it didn't hurt. But I was always caught off guard so I thought that to be the reason but it's not." He puts his hand on my check. "What are you doing to me?"

I kiss him softly.

"The same thing you're doing to me." Healing. Trusting. Loving.

We settle in bed, snuggled together. I wonder what caused his issues with touch.

"Christian?"

"Hmmm..."

"Would you tell me why you have haphephobia?"

"That's not a bedtime story you want to hear."

"If you don't want to tell me you don't have to. I don't want to bring up bad memories or make you uncomfortable."

It's quiet for a long time. I thought he fell asleep but after awhile he finally says. "The women who gave birth to me was a crack-whore."

Oh, Christian. "She abused you?"

"She was neglectful. Her pimp was abusive and used me as his ashtray." I feel a tear slip down my check. "I was young. Grace was the doctor when they brought me in at four years old. I had been with my birth mother's dead body for four days. She committed suicide. Overdose."

"I'm so sorry you had to go through that." How awful! Then that bitch-troll got her claws in him and abused him as a teenage boy.

"Lets go to sleep."

It takes me awhile to fall asleep. He was right, that was not a bedtime story I would want to hear. It's difficult but I finally drift off.

I wake to the sound of music being played on a piano and an empty bed, well except for me. I get up, put his T-shirt on and search for the music and Christian. I find both in the great room. Christian is sitting at his piano playing a very melancholy piece. He looks up but doesn't stop playing.

"You should be asleep." He says to me.

"So should you."

"I haven't slept yet." He stops playing.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't of asked about your past. Come to bed with me Christian, you need sleep."

He takes my hand and we walk together to his room.

He told me about his past and I think about mine. I never wanted to talk about that again but he didn't want to talk about his either.
He knows nothing about my past. I know about his neglectful crack-whore birthmother and her pimp, the crazy insecure pedo bitch-troll, and his BDSM secret.

We snuggle and drift together.

Luckily, we did not over sleep this morning. After Mrs. Jones makes us breakfast. Gail. Christian lets me know he has meetings all day and we wont be able to have lunch together. We ride to work together with Taylor and Sawyer, but he's just dropping me off.

"I'm releasing the statement today that we are in a committed relationship. Don't forget, Sawyer is to be with you at all times."

"Yes, Mr. Grey." He kisses my lips "See you tonight."

Sawyer follows me into Grey House.

The press statement has been released. After dealing with the girls in reception, letting them know I will not be giving them any detailed information on my relationship and a quiet lunch due to my man having back to back meetings. My day has been pretty boring.

I notice Sawyer stand in front of the reception desk blocking my view.

"You little bitch!" I hear someone sneer.