APOV

I get home before Christian. I'm going to start my projects tonight. I go into our bedroom, and into the walk in closet. I get out a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. I change out of my work attire, and go back out to the great room. I go to the security office to ask Sawyer where the items we bought yesterday are.

I knock. He stands when he sees me, hands behind his back.

"Hey Sawyer. Where are the items I purchased yesterday?"

"I'll bring them out, Ms. Steele."

"Thank you."

I walk back to the kitchen. I grab a bottle of water, from the refrigerator. I gather Christian's recycled newspapers and cover the dinning table. Sawyer comes back carrying the mirror. I take it from him and put it on the table. He leaves and comes back with the white 'GREY' letters, lights and the lace wedding dress.

"Thanks."

He nods and leaves.

I take out the wedding dress and a pair of scissors. I start cutting the lace into strips. I hear a loud gasp.

"Oh dear! What are you doing?!"

I look up to see Gail, starring at me with a horrified, shocked expression. I look back down at the scissors in my hand, stilled in the fabric. I look back to her. She now looks worried.

"It's not mine." I quickly reassure her.

She visibly relaxes, putting her hand over her heart. I just barely hear her say. "Oh, thank goodness." Under her breath.

I continue cutting strips of lace. Gail comes closer, watching me.

"What are you doing? .. If I may ask."

"Of course, you can ask. I'm just cutting strips of the lace from this dress. Then I'm going to paint that mirror and it's frame. I may attach the lace from this dress to the frame but I'm not sure at the moment. But, I'm positive I will be putting it over the opening to those white letters, over there." I point to the letters.

"Okay." She nods, now seeing why I'm cutting the wedding dress. "Why?" She furrows her brow, still not understanding.

I giggle. "I'm making a sign for the wedding. Since we're not inviting many and it's just those close to us attending."

"May I watch?" She looks intrigued.

"You can help if you'd like."

"I'd love to."

"I could use the help. Kate and Mia are busy." I'm guessing planning and putting together my bridal shower.

I hand Gail the wedding dress and scissors. She starts cutting the lace strips.

"Oh! I almost forgot."

I run to our room and grab an invitation for Gail. I run back out and hand it to her.

"You're inviting me to the wedding?"

"Yeah. And my bridal shower. You take such good care of us, and of Christian before me. You can even bring a plus one to the wedding."

"Oh. That's kind of you but my plus one will be working." She smiles.

"Perhaps, he can request off?" I hope there's enough time to request that day off.

She smiles and shakes her head. "I don't think so."

"Maybe Christian can speak to his boss. He can be very persuasive." I know first hand.

"Christian is his boss." Well, of course, Christian is. He owns everything.

"We can just ask Christian to give him the time off then. What's his name? I'll ask Christian."

"Jason."

"Jason..." I need a last name, Mrs. Jones. Oh! "Jason Jones?"

"Taylor."

"What about Taylor?"

"Jason Taylor."

"Jason Ta- wait. Taylor?! Thé Taylor?" Taylor's first name is Jason. Gail's Jason is Taylor?!

She laughs. "Yes. Thé Taylor."

"Oh my god! You're cheating on your husband?!"

"Oh, no dear. My husband passed a few years back."

"Oh. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to imply. Well, I guess I did. But I didn't know. I just assumed, because you go by 'Mrs'. I'm sorry. My condolences for your loss."

"It's alright, you didn't know. And thank you, dear. "

"So, you and Taylor, huh?" How did I not know this?! She smiles.

"Jason and I have been together for the past three, almost four years."

"Wow."

We talk more about her and Taylor, while we continue working.

I have painted the mirror and frame. While I wait for it to dry, I start putting the lights into the white 'GREY' letters. And I cover the opening in the lace that Gail has cut. She has long since started dinner for Christian and I. The frame has dried so I get a sharpie and write the message for the sign. I bite my lip in concentration. Then I get the black paint. I trace the sharpie lines and fill in the letters. I stand, wiping my brow with my arm, when I'm finished. It looks good. I start putting the paint lids back on, when I feel strong arms wrap around me. Christian. I smile leaning back against him.

He runs his nose along my neck. I tilt my head giving him access. He nuzzles me behind my ear, then nibbles on it.

"Do you have any idea how incredibly sexy you look, bent over?" He whispers, his voice husky, in my ear.

"No." I raise my hand and hold his neck.

He pushes his erection into my backside. "Hmmm... Very sexy, baby."

He kisses my head and backs away from me. Chuckling at my obvious disappointment. I wanted more. I turn around to look at him. I can see his impressive bulge, he's proudly showing off, through his pants. Both his hands in his pockets. He looks sexy in his suit, as always. He has taken off his jacket. His hair even more unruly, probably from running his fingers through it, in frustration.

"What were you doing?" He asks. "I've been watching you for quite some time."

"You should of told me you were home." I didn't even hear the DING of the elevator.

"I was enjoying the view."

I giggle and shake my head. "Well, I was putting things together."

I move so he can see the sign I was working on. I decided to paint the frame black. The wording is black, on a grey background. He stands next to me, snaking his arm around my waist, one hand still in his pocket. He looks at the sign.

Happily Ever After
Starts Here.

She said
Yes.

Now they say
I do.

Please choose a seat
Not a side.

We are now one family
Not two.

Christian & Anastasia
Grey

"What do you think?"

"Looks good. You look even better."

Suddenly, he grabs me, kissing me like his life depends on it. Like he's going away, or just coming home from war. He lifts me. Before I can wrap my legs around him, he puts me on the table, next to the sign. He starts kissing down my neck, I tilt my head giving him better access. I look in the kitchen and see it's empty. Gail must have left, or Christian did his famous 'get out' nod. He lifts my shirt up and pulls it off over my head. He's not wearing his jacket so I reach for his shirt buttons, while he starts kissing my neck, ear, cheeks, nose, all over my face. I can't manage to undo his buttons with him in my way. Finally giving up, because I can't see what I'm doing. Frustrated, I pull his shirt open, buttons fly everywhere. Stupid buttons! He stops kissing all over me, to pick me up. This time, I do wrap my legs around his waist. He carries us to our bedroom. I'm kissing his neck, ear, cheeks, nose, all over his face, like he just did to me. He kicks open our bedroom door and kicks it closed. He spins me around slamming me into the closed door. I hear the lock click.

I giggle. "We're getting smarter about locking doors, are we?"

"Now, is not the time for giggling, Ms. Steele."

"Oh." I try to get serious, but end up smirking at him and giggling again.

He attacks my mouth again, effectively stopping my giggles. I moan, feeling how hard he is. He grinds his hard-on into me, groaning. He pulls me away from the door and walks towards our bed. Then tosses me onto our bed. He undoes his cufflinks and takes his shirt all the way off, throwing it unseen on the floor. I don't want to wait, I unhook my bra and take it off. When I start to pull my shorts down, he stops me, climbing between my legs, still wearing his pants.

"Are you ready for me, baby?"

He pulls the hem of my panties, giving his hand access. He reaches inside my panties, brushing my clit with his fingers, as they ease down to my sex. I arch my back.

"Oh, yes. My sweet girl is always so ready for me."

He takes his hand out of my panties. Kneeling up, he grabs my shorts from my hips and pulling them, along with my panties down. He lays back on top of me. He kisses me again and pushes one of his fingers inside me, stretching me. Then he adds another. He starts moving his fingers in and out of me, while his thumb rubs my clit. I flex my hips, meeting his fingers. I get so close but he slows his pace. I growl out in frustration. Seriously?!

"You look so fucking hot, fucking my hand, baby."

He starts to increase his pace again. I throw my head back. I move my hips faster, trying to find my release. He slows again, this time he removes his fingers. Oh, hell no! This is not going to happen, again. He reaches for his pants, but he's moving much too slow. I quickly undo his pants, pulling them down past his ass. And pull his erection free. I line him up with my entrance. I wrap my legs around his waist, pushing his ass with my feet and thrusting my hips up hard and fast, just as he pushes into me. I cry out, at the incredible feeling of him inside me.

"Oh, fuck! Ana, baby!"

I don't stop. I flip us over so I'm on top. I start riding him. Bouncing up and down, grinding on him. Faster and faster. He lifts his hips to meet me. He grabs my hips tightly, fucking me hard. He moves his hands from my hips. They roam all over my body. He quickly flips up back, so he's on top. He lifts my leg, kissing my ankle and places it on his shoulder. He really starts to move. Pounding into me at a rapid pace. Yes! This is what I wanted. I finally come, screaming out. He holds off his release, continuing to pump into me, letting me ride out my orgasm. When I've come down from my high, he pulls out and flips me over.

"Like this."

He smacks my ass and pulls my hips back, slamming into me. Over and over. Harder and Harder. One of his hands holds the headboard to our bed, his other hand tightly holding my hip. He slams into me again and again. He reaches around with the hand that was holding the headboard and plays with my clit. His other hand tightens on my hip. I know he's close. He continues to pound into me.

"Come again, baby!"

And I do. I come with him. We come together, screaming each other's name. He pulls out of me and we collapse onto the bed together. Breathless. Panting. Exhausted. He pulls out of me and rolls onto his back. He is still wearing his pants, though they are down to his knees. He shimmies out of them and tosses them to the floor. He pulls me to him. Wrapping his arms around me and covering my face and head with kisses.

"I'll never get enough of you. I fucking loved having you to myself last week. I can't wait to have you to myself this weekend. And next weekend you will be my wife. Then we'll be all alone for a month during our honeymoon."

"Actually, I wont be here this weekend, remember." I remind him.

"What? Why?"

"I told you. Mia is hosting a bridal shower for me. It's a sleepover."

"What the fuck? What are you thirteen? I thought you would just go to the party and come home with me?"

"Mia wants to have a girls only sleepover. It sounds like a lot of fun. She's calling it 'Ana's last nightie'." I giggle.

"Girls only? I can even sleep with you?"

I giggle. "No. But next weekend I'll be Mrs. Grey. You can sleep with me all you want then." I give him a chaste kiss.

He pulls me closer in his embrace. "I can't wait. I still wish you'd let us fly to Vegas."

"It's not much longer. Next Saturday will be here before you know it."

I hear a buzzing noise. "Is that your phone?"

He kisses my head and reaches for his pants. He pulls his phone out of his pants pocket. He settles back next to me. I cuddle with him and he checks his phone.

"Oh. Fuck." He mutters.

"What? What is it?"

He huffs. "Elliot. Apparently, he wants to have my bachelor party this weekend since you're going to be with the girls."

"There." I kiss his cheek. "Now, you want be lonely without me. Surely the strippers, Elliot hires, will keep you company." I giggle at the face he makes when I mention strippers.

"There's no strippers at a bridal shower is there?"

"That's usual at a bachelorette party, not the shower. Mia's throwing a shower."

"Good."

"Kate's throwing the bachelorette party."

"No way. Not going to happen."

"So you get strippers and I don't?" I pout.

"I don't want strippers. Just you."

"Will you strip for me then?"

"Well, I'm already naked. So the point is moot."

"Moot?"

He looks at me. "Moot." He pins me and we go another round.

Later, we have dinner together. Then I pack my bag for my weekend getaway with the girls. Christian's not thrilled about me being away the whole weekend. He asked, if he could drive me to his parents Friday, to drop me off. How could I say no to that face? I agreed. It will give us a little extra time together. He's going to drive me to his parents, Friday after work. Then go back to Escala, where he's meeting Elliot for his bachelor party. I'll miss him, but this is going to be so much fun. This will be the first party I go to, where I don't mind being the center of attention.

I can't wait to have fun with my girls!