A/N: Sorry. I got distracted with my one-shot(s), I couldn't get it out of my head.
Now that they are published and out of the way, let's continue with Fifty Shades of Misunderstandings. ;)

APOV

We pull up to the hotel. I thought we were going to have car sex? The valet opens my door and Christian gets out. He walks around taking my hand and we walk together into the hotel, holding hands. I glance up at Christian. He's impassive as ever. What the heck?! Why are we back here? We enter the elevator and he still hasn't said a word.

"I thought we were going to have car sex? What happened?"

"All in good time, baby. We need to eat lunch first." Ugh! This frustrating man!

"Christian!" I say exasperated.

"Patience, Anastasia."

We walk into the elevator. Christian pushes the button for our floor.

"It's all about delayed gratification." He said that last night too. I remind him what I said the last time he told me that.

"I want my gratification now." I stop my foot, childishly.

He chuckles. Ugh! That's it!

I pounce, but he's quicker than me. He grabs me, spinning me around so my front is facing the elevator wall. My hands being held behind my back. I reach for him, as best I can. I just barely graze his erection with my fingers.

"Oh no, you don't."

He steps back a little out of my reach. He moves my hands, flat on the elevator wall on either side of my head. Then he pushes his erection into my ass. I moan. He runs his nose up and down my neck, behind my ear. I grind my ass into him. He groans out, grinding back.

"Please." I am so wet!

He lets go of one of my hands. I reach behind me and tug at his hair. He reaches around, to the button of my jeans, and ~DING~ the elevator door opens at our floor. Christian backs away. I turn around frustrated. We walk to our suite. Once inside Christian kisses my head and tells me to go shower.

"Are you going to shower with me." I blush thinking about our shower sex.

"No. I'm going to order our lunch. I'll shower after you. And put on a dress or skirt. No panties." I blush again.

Rushing in the shower. It feels so good after the long hike today. I get out of the shower and do as Christian asked, not only sans panties, but also no bra, putting on my thin strap dress. I also put on stockings, knowing how much he loves them. And to finish the look, killer heels. I fix my hair, add some mascara, then walk out.

"Fuck." I hear him breath out, quietly to himself. I see him swallow hard.

"Your turn, sweetheart." I say sweetly and smirk. He's the one who didn't want to join me.

He glares at me then smiles. He licks his lips and walks right past me. Ugh!

I sit on the sofa in the main room. I hear a knock and a man say 'Room Service.' I get up to let him in. He eyes me up and down a few times before gathering himself and entering the suite. I blush knowing what I don't have on under my dress. He sets our table in the suite and turns to look at me once more. I blush even more and wrap my arms around myself.

"Will there be anything else you need from me, ma'am?" He says in a husky voice.

"NO!" Christian growls out behind me and wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me to him. "We wont be needing you again." He stresses, in his CEO/Dom voice.

I glance up at him. Christian looks like he could kill. I look back at the man. He looks as if he has seen a ghost.

"O-o-of c-course, sssir." He hurries out of the room before he can even think about a tip.

"You're quite the jealous type you know."

"I am. You'd do well to remember that."

"He was just trying to be nice." I know he was being more than nice. But I want to calm Christian, he still looks murderous.

"He was trying to get into your panties, Anastasia!"

I smirk and whisper. "I'm not wearing any panties. Remember." I bite my lip.

That seems to have worked and My Christian is back.

"Oh, yes. I do." He grabs me and kisses me. "Mine!" He growls out, continuing to kiss me.

When he's done 'marking his territory' in front of the empty room, he smacks my ass. "Let's eat."

"Christian." I whine. I want him.

"You want car sex, Anastasia. Eat. And after, we will. You'll need your energy." He winks.

I huff, sitting down to eat the lunch he ordered. What is it with him and food?

"Now do I get car sex?" I ask as soon as we are back in the SUV.

"Not here. We're going somewhere more private." He drives out of the hotel lot.

He pulls the SUV in a secluded wooden area. Trees, flowers, grass. Nature everywhere. It looks like and reminds me of a Lover's Lane/Lookout I read about and saw on television. Where teenagers go to make-out and fool around. It's so beautiful. He parks and turns off the engine. I pounce, wanting him and not wanting to wait anymore with this delayed gratification bullshit.

"Woah..." He tries pulling me away. "Ana."

I'm kissing him and trying to crawl onto his lap, but the steering column and center console are in my way.

"Ana, wait."

"Christian. I swear, if you give me anymore of that delayed gratification bullshit..." I kiss him again.

"Baby. I'm hard and you shifting around is making me uncomfortable. Just wait. One second. I promise."

I huff. I sit back and cross my arms waiting... He pulls his seat as far back as it will go and unzips his jean, pulling out his erection. Oh my. I lick my lips in anticipation and bite my lip. He strokes himself a few times.

"Well... Come on, baby. Straddle me." I go to climb in his lap. "Backwards. Ass facing me."

I get into position. He pulls my dress up to around my hips, exposing my ass. So this is the reason for the dress and no panties. My legs are on either side of his, spreading me open for him. My hands on the steering wheel. He has one hand on my hip and the other holding his dick, lining it up with my opening. The head of his erection is at my opening. I can't wait any longer. Fuck delayed gratification! He's at the entrance of my sex, so I slam down, taking him all in. I moan loudly. It's so deep this way.

"Ah!" He cries out and holds my hips. "Shit! Baby! Fuck!"

I go to move but he grabs my hips, gripping me hard, stopping me.

"Wait." He says through his clenched teeth. "Wait. Give me a minute."

"Why?! Christian!"

"Baby, if you move now. I guarantee, I will come this instant and it will be over far sooner than you'd like. Just wait. Please."

"Christian." I whine out, wanting to move.

He reaches around and starts playing with my clitoris. I moan and can feel my insides tighten and clench around him.

"Fuck!" He starts to move.

He thrusts into me. I use my feet to push off the floor, meeting his thrusts. I bounce on his lap, his dick deep inside me. I am holding onto the steering wheel. He moves his hand. He grabs my hair at the nape of my neck, pulling me back to him. His other hand still playing with my clitoris. My head now leaning on his shoulder. I reach back with both hands holding his head to me. My hands fisted in his hair. He growls out. He moves my hair to one side and starts kissing my neck. Then he moves the thin strap of my dress, all the way off my arm. My breast exposed. He pinches my nipple. I moan and he groans. His groaning turns me on.

"I said no panties, baby. I love that you're not wearing a bra, as well."

He cups my breast in his hand. Rubbing my clit faster. Thrusting into me harder.

"Oh!" I moan out. "Christian!" My insides clench deliciously.

He trusts faster, harder. We come together, yet another mind-blowing orgasm. I'm panting, out of breath. I'm relaxed, leaning back against his body. He is trying to catch his breath, as well. I can feel him panting in my ear. He pulls my earlobe with his teeth. I moan.

"Was car sex what you'd hoped it to be, Anastasia?"

I giggle. "It was like riding on a very, very bumpy road. A deliciously bumpy road."

"Would you ride it again?"

"Are you kidding? Of course."

He lifts me slowly off of him. As he does, a mixture of my and his juices slide out of me and down his shaft. I blush.

"That is the best sight." He says with longing, desire in his eyes.

We clean up as best we can. I pull my dress back down, from around my hips, to it's proper length and fix my strap back on my shoulder. He puts himself back in his jeans and zips up.

"Lets go back home. Taylor and Sawyer are probably pissed with our detour." Christian starts the SUV.

What?! I panic, looking around. "They were watching us?!"

He grabs my hand bringing it to hip lips. "I would never let anyone watch you come, baby." He tells me sincerely and kisses my hand. "Only me."

I relax and smile.

He pulls out of the coverage we were in, then pulling onto the main road. I see the other SUV with the boys in it, behind us, as they follow us back to Seattle. I blush. They may not have seen us, but I'm pretty sure they knew what we were doing. I settle in for the long drive. Christian drives smoothly onto the I5. I take a nap.

~..~..~

I wake when we're almost to Seattle.

"Sleep well, baby?"

"Yeah." I yawn.

My phone rings. It's Mia.

"Hi, Mia." I answer. I see Christian rolls eyes and I giggle at him. He smirks, continuing to drive.

"Hi, Ana. How are you?"

"Good. Christian and I are on our way home from visiting my dad."

"Oh, that's cool. Meeting the parents." I can hear from her tone what she's hinting at.

"How are you?" I say, to distract her from the thought I know is going through her head. The same thought she had at lunch the other day.

"I'm so bored! So I'm arranging a birthday party for Christian. Just family and close friends, of course. That means I'm officially inviting you. You'll be there right?"

I glance at Christian. His birthday? I forgot to ask him about that. I frown. "When is it?"

"It's on Saturday. Mom and Dad want everyone over for a meal to celebrate."

"It's your birthday Saturday?" I ask Christian in a hushed whisper. He frowns.

"I knew it! I knew he wouldn't tell you!" Mia says through the phone.

"I don't like celebrating my birthday." Christian says.

"We'll be there Mia." I let her know.

"Cool! Laters."

"Yeah. Laters." I hang up.

"When were you going to tell me your birthday is Saturday?"

"Saturday." He shrugs. "Honestly, Anastasia it's just another day. Nothing special."

"How can you say that? You're special Christian. Your birthday is a special day. It is to me anyway." He stays quiet, probably thinking of his birthmother.

I decided to lighten the mood.

"What shall I get my old man for his birthday?" I ask him. He continues to stay quiet, brooding and sulking while he drives.

"Perhaps some new batteries for his hearing aid?" I say dryly.

That gets me a chuckle. "Old man, huh? Don't mock the elderly, baby. And batteries are always useful."

I am defiantly getting him batteries as a gag gift. But what on earth do I get a man, who not only can have anything he wants, but also already has everything he wants. He's a billionaire. Anything his heart desires, he can get with the snap of his fingers. What would he want? I'm thinking but come up empty. The only thing I can think of is me. He has me though. Then it hits me! I pull out my phone.

Hey! Do you still have those photos of me when you were messing around with your camera? -A

I remember José messing around with his camera on a few occasions when he was visiting and when I'd help him on his shoots. He took snapshots of me, getting the camera in focus and just fooling around. I've seen them once. They really show me in a different light. José even asked me for my permission to put them in one of his photography shows, but I declined. They were to invasive, to personal. José, being the good friend he is, respected my decision and agreed to keep them private for me. I hope he still has them on his memory card or something. Then I can get José to print them for me and I can give them to Christian. That way he will always be able to have me, captured in time.

Yeah, I think so. I'll have to check. It's been awhile. Why? -José.

If you do, can you print them off for me? I'd like to give them to Christian, Saturday. -A

Sure thing, Ana. -José.

Will these portraits be enough? I feel I should give him more than these. Oh, I've got it! A Boudoir Photo Shoot. I'd better get Kate to help with that. Christian would have a fit if a man shot those photos, even if it is José.

Also can I borrow your camera, as well? -A

Katie. I need your help with a gift for Christian. It's his birthday Saturday! -A

Sure. -José.

What do you need my help with? What are you getting him? -KK

A Boudoir Photo Shoot. -A