A/N: As promised…here's the rewind of Date Night- 20 years later. The same story as Chapter12...Date Night 20 years later Ana's POV…but this time it's told in Christian's POV. Warning: Once again, this has a little sexy time in it. I hope you enjoy reading it as much I as enjoyed writing it.

For readers 18 years and over, please..

I do not own the characters. They belong to E.L. James. This is just for fun.

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Rewind- Date Night- 20 Years Later

Christian POV:

There's a lot on my plate today. I need to get out of here on time. First things first… I have to get the little details out of the way, so I can focus on the work at hand.

As I pass Andrea's desk on the way to my office, I stop.

Andrea greets me with a cordial smile. "Good Morning, Mr. Grey."

"Good Morning, Andrea. Make a reservation at the Mile High Club tonight for two. 7:00 at our usual table. Tell them I want a dozen oysters. Cod for dinner, with my usual accompaniments and a bottle of Sancerre. Also, I need the number for that florist we use. I want to order flowers for Mrs. Grey."

"Of course, Mr. Grey." I'm glad Andrea is still my assistant. She's no nonsense and extremely efficient. No bullshit.

"Errr….err…"

I hear an unfamiliar voice coming from my left. Who the fuck is that? I look over to my side. Oh Christ, not another fucking intern. This has be the thousandth intern we've gone through.

"Mr. Grey. I'd be happy to order flowers for Mrs. Grey for you," she says so quietly, I have to strain to hear her.

Andrea shoots the intern a look that would scare the crap out of the Devil himself.

"The only person, who orders flowers for Mrs. Grey is Mr. Grey. Is that clear?" I tell her.

"Err…yes Sir. I… ah, ah… apologize." She goes back to cowering in her corner.

Fucking interns.

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I summon Taylor to my office.

"Taylor, Mrs. Grey and I will be going to the Mile High Club this evening. 7:00. I plan to drive ourselves. You may have your detail follow. I'm not sure if we are returning to the house or staying at Escala for the night, since Phoebe is away for the evening. Have your team do a sweep of Escala, in case we stay in town."

"Very good Sir," he says. Taylor's another person who doesn't feel the need to fill the air with idle bullshit.

"My wife wants only one person stationed outside the front of the house Phoebe is staying at tonight. I have promised her that there would be only one person stationed in front of the house."

Taylor nods at me. He understands the way this is really going to operate.

"Yes, Sir… Am I to have someone guarding the back of the house as well?"

"Yes and one patrolling the sides of the house. I want your team to report to you if any teenage girls leave the house or any teenaged boys enter. Especially if any fucking boys enter the house. Your team is not to be seen by anyone. I don't care if they have to lie down in a fucking swamp to stay hidden. No one is to know they are there."

"Yes, Sir."

"Oh and Taylor…Mrs. Grey is getting her wish for one security detail in the front. There is no need to bother her with the other small details. Is that understood?"

"Of course, Sir" Taylor nods and leaves for his own office.

Technically, I'm not lying to Ana. I've promised her I would only have one security detail assigned to the front of the house, and technically that's true.

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It's nice to be home. I walk into the kitchen and find Phoebe leaning against the counter with her arms crossed in front of her chest. She scowls at me. I know that scowl…that's my scowl. She may look like her mother, but get her in the right mood, and her temperament is all Grey.

"Hey, Pheebs. How was your day?" I kiss the top of her head.

"Hello, Father," she says in a clipped tone.

Oh, I'm 'Father' today. Yes, she's pissed off about something.

"Just come out with it, Phoebe. What's bothering you?"

"Why does Roger have to come to Jennifer's house tonight? I don't need any of Taylor's goons spying on me."

"No one is spying on you. Roger is your assigned security detail. It should come as no shock to you that he will be there. He will be discreet as always. This is non-negotiable. Either he is stationed in front of your friend's house, or you are not going. And for the record… I pay him, so technically he's my goon." I smirk.

"This isn't fair! No one else has to have a guard. I'll be fine. Really. Can't you give him one night off? Surely, Roger wants to be with his family tonight. Be nice and give the guy a break. Pretty please, Daddy?" She flutters her lashes and smiles.

Ah, now I'm back to 'Daddy"

"Nice try Pheebs. Not a chance in hell that's going to happen."

Ana strolls into the kitchen. She's wearing a beautiful blue wrap-around dress. The blue in the dress really brings out the blue in her eyes. The heels she's wearing make her legs look like they go on forever. She looks absolutely stunning.

"Hello, baby. You look lovely. I'll be ready in ten minutes." And I head off to the shower leaving Ana to deal with our daughter.

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I take a quick shower. Since Ana's is decked out, I decide on a dark navy suit.

Looking thru my ties, I get an idea. I think my grin is as big as Texas right now.

Yes, this ought to make the delectable Mrs. Grey squirm during dinner. And I do love to see my girl blush. I grab my silver-gray tie and put it on. There will be no doubt Ana will get the message loud and clear. Kinky fuckery loud and clear.

I head back to the kitchen where Ana is no doubt had the same conversation I just had with Phoebe.

Ana looks at me, spots the tie and right on cue, she blushes. It's obvious she likes what she sees.

"Mom, are you ok? You just turned bright red," Phoebe asks.

"I'm fine honey," she says then turns to me "Nice tie."

"It's one of my favorites" I grin. "Ready to go, Mrs. Grey?"

"I am, Mr. Grey."

Phoebe rolls her eyes at us. Disgusting habit.

Ana tells Phoebe to have a good time, reminds her that Roger will be there, and we're off on our date.

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We walk to our car and I open the door for Ana. She sees a small bouquet of wildflowers waiting for her on her car seat. She looks up at me and gives me her shy smile. I love that smile.

"Very romantic, Mr. Grey," she says softly.

"Heart and flowers always, Mrs. Grey." Until the day I die, baby. I wait for her to slide in, then close her door.

When I get into the driver seat, I take Ana's hand and kiss it. She's just so fucking lovely.

We arrive at the Mile High Club and leave the car with the valet. Our security detail is discreetly in their car, not far away.

We're in the elevator going up to the seventy-sixth floor... occasionally the elevator stops and lets in more people heading up. Ana and I move toward the back. I run my hand up and down her back. I love the feel of silk on her. Luxurious and sexy, like her. I glide my hand down to her ass and stop.

What the…? Damn! My not-so-innocent vixen of a wife is not wearing panties. Seems she's not the only one with fucking on her mind tonight. I look down at the floor with a big smile, shaking my head in disbelief. I have to concentrate on not getting a massive hard-on right now in this crowded elevator. This is going to drive me crazy and she knows it. Yes, this is looking to be a very good night indeed.

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We're seated immediately… a perk of being me. The waiter is practically running over with our wine in hand. The waiter is talking, but I don't care what the fuck he's saying. It's all white noise. My attention is focused purely on my sexy wife.

He opens the bottle with a lot of unnecessary flourish. Just pour the fucking wine. I taste it, nod, and he continues pouring.

Ana and I are staring into each other's eyes. Christ, that blue on her is amazing. Her eyes are sparkling off the flickering light from the candle on our table. And she's half naked under that dress. Fuck, I'm one lucky bastard.

The waiter returns and serves our first course. Oysters, of course. I love to feed them to Ana. It's public foreplay. Suggestive of so many other things… soft, wet, and smooth. Conjures up in my mind a very sexy visual of what's surely going on under that blue dress.

"Hoping to get lucky, Mr. Grey?" She beams.

"I certainly hope so, Anastasia." I abso-fucking-lutely plan to, baby.

"Well, we'll just have to see how the night plays out, won't we?" She says coyly. I suddenly feel her foot under the table, slowly sliding up my calf. That woke my cock back up.

"Are you flirting with me, Mrs. Grey?" I place my hand over my heart, and pretend I'm shocked.

"I certain hope so, Mr. Grey."

I continue to feed her oysters. Slowly. I like to build up the anticipation. No need to rush things. We have all night for fun and fuckery.

When we're done the waiter removes the platter. We talk about work. I tell her about a deal Ros and I have been hammering out. Ana tells me about some author she's excited about.

Ana tells me about Ted's new girlfriend. Ted's never one to give out much personal information, so she tells me what little she knows. I nod like I'm hearing about it the first time, but the truth is, I've know about this for a week from my security team. I've already had a background check on the girl. Smart girl… at Harvard on a full scholarship, family from Cape Cod, middle class. The wealth factor doesn't really concern me. I come across a lot of wealthy people who are as stupid as shit. I'll take smart and middle class any day. Worked out fine for me.

Ana thanks me for not going all Fifty on Phoebe and hiring an army to surround Phoebe's friend's house. I smile. Three isn't exactly an army. And I technically told the truth.

And just in time, the waiter comes out with our entrées.

We eat our dinner and talk and laugh… mostly at Elliot and Kate's expense.

I catch Ana glancing at my tie a few times and lick her lips. Good, it's getting to her. Just as I planned. She's bites down on her luscious lip. Fuck. That still effects me the same way it did the first time I saw it.

"I want to bite that lip," I growl.

"Maybe I'll let you if you're up to the challenge." She flutters her eyelashes innocently. There's nothing innocent about what's going on under that dress.

"Baby, you know I'm up for anything when it comes to you." She's driving me wild with her secret state of undress.

Tit for tat, Mrs. Grey.

I move in close to Ana and slide my hand slowly under her dress. I glide up her thigh until I reach my favorite destination. As always, Ana never disappoints. She's wet and ready. I gently massage her velvety smoothness then slide a finger inside of her. In and out. In and out. She closes her eyes. I feel her tremble and tighten around my finger. Yeah baby, I like this too.

I slide my hand back down out of her dress. I take my index finger, wet with her sweetness, tip it into my mouth, and suck. She tastes exquisite.

"Delectable as Always, Anastasia," I purr. Ana is bright red and looks like she's ready to slide under the table.

"You are a bad, bad boy, Mr. Grey."

"Only for you baby." I smirk.

The waiter comes back and offers dessert. Ana passes on it. Good, I had other ideas for dessert tonight.

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We're driving in the car when Ana notices we're not heading toward the house.

"Escala?" she asks.

"Phoebe won't be home tonight. No need to rush home." I give her a sly smile. "Do you want to play?"

She turns red and nods. Fuck yeah! I grin and we're off to Escala.

We park the car and walk hand in hand into the waiting elevator. We're staring at each other, each knowing what the other is thinking, wanting, needing. I feel the charge in the air and I know Ana feels it too as she bites down on her lip. I close my eyes, trying to control the bulge in my pants from bursting out… right there and then. When I open my eyes, I'm on fire.

I glide my hand down her silk dress, making small circles on her back then down to her perfect ass. My touch sets Ana off and she jumps me.

We're kissing, almost violently. Like it's our last kiss on Earth. I'm totally enraptured. I push her to the elevator wall and ravage her. She slides her hands up my chest then runs her hands through my hair. I fucking love when she does that. My cock is throbbing. She pulls me to her lips, desperately kissing me. I run my hand up her backside, her dress rides up, revealing her naked ass. I grab it and squeeze. It feels amazing. I push my body into hers and hear her moan. My cock is so fucking hard; I think it might tear through my pants. I grind it into her. She moans again. I keep pushing, pushing. We're so fucking amazing together.

The elevator doors open and we stumble out into the penthouse, never breaking contact. I push her up against the wall. She tilts her head up and I kiss from the top of her neck to her cleavage. My erection is pulsating. I'm so ready to fuck her. I know she's ready.

We stop kissing and she frantically loosens my tie until she removes it and throws it hastily to the floor. She unbuttons my shirt, running her hands up and down my bare chest. I grab her, pulling her to me and kiss her. Hard. I undo the tie that holds her dress closed and admire at her beautiful body before me. I grab her tits and spring them free from her bra cups. Christ, perfect tits. Fucking perfect. I suck and lick her hardened nipples. Fuck, she's amazing.

I grab her ass and lift her. She wraps her legs around my waist with her hands around my neck. She's pinned against the wall while I press my body against hers; pounding my erection into her. I want to fuck her until we fall through the fucking wall.

Some sense of clarity comes to me in this frenzy of raw passion. I want this to last. I want to pace this out and pleasure her all night. I stop and lower her until her feet are back on the floor.

She's so beautiful with her tits peeking out at me and no panties.

The only sound in the penthouse is our heavy breathing echoing in the entrance way. We're a few feet apart from each other, wildly staring at each other, like we want to rip each other apart.

"Playroom. Now. Be ready." I grab the tie off the floor and head to the bedroom for my jeans.