A/N: Thank you for the reviews from the last chapter. The Greys are certainly never boring.

Many have requested seeing more of the last chapter. Great idea. We haven't seen the last of Cash Stone.

This is a self-indulgent short. This is just to balance out the HEA and the angst out there. It's a wink to the first chapter…my original one shot, Late Night Thoughts, which turned into this group of short stories. It's a little filler until the next chapter.

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

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Late Afternoon Thoughts- Christian POV

Ana is standing by the breakfast bar, searching in her purse for something. I don't know why women carry so much crap in their purses. Surely they can't need that much.

I can't resist. I quietly sneak behind her, move her chesnut hair over to the side and lightly kiss the back of her neck. I deeply inhale her sweet scent and continue kissing her neck. She's so lovely. She turns around to look at me with her breathtaking smile.

"What are you up to Mr. Grey?" She giggles.

"I couldn't resist the beautiful woman standing in front of me. Please, accept my apology for being so forward" I bow to her.

"Apology accepted" She gives me a playful smile.

'Where are you off to, baby?"

"I'm taking Phoebe and Ava to lunch, then the beauty supply store. Apparently the girls are having a make-up emergency." She rolls her eyes

"Is Sawyer coming with you?"

"Yes, dear. Sawyer will be with us"

"Good. Keep him close. I'm going to catch up on some work. How long will you be?"

"About three or four hours."

"Don't use up all your energy, Mrs. Grey. I have plans for you later."

She puts her hands flat on my chest, comes up on her tip toes and whispers in my ear in a low seductive voice, "I certainly hope so Mr. Grey. Perhaps I can fuck you with my mouth."

I softly whisper back into her ear "Baby, I'd be happy to oblige" I swat her backside "Off you go, Mrs. Grey. The faster you go, the faster you'll get back to your lonely husband"

She giggles then playfully swats my backside and is off on her afternoon errands.

While I'm working in my study, I start thinking about us. Sometimes I just shake my head, in amazement of where my life has landed.

Here's the thing about us. For as much as I want control over Ana...the very thing that I find attractive about her is that she doesn't let me control her. It's frustrating and arousing to me at the same time...let me qualify that….she does allow me control…but only under certain circumstances.

In the playroom, she is mine to have as I wish. And she gives me that control willingly. I know it turns her on giving herself to me, letting me make the decisions. It's kinky play. We both trust each other and know what lines not to cross. Christ, I never thought she'd ever go for suspended rope play, but then again, nothing she does is expected and she'll stay in knots until I untie her. She knows I would never hurt her, because I love her.

I would never want to inflict any real pain on her. I'm not that man anymore. The light stuff that she does enjoy, I enjoy giving to her. That she takes a little pain for me arouses the fuck out of me. I just don't need that heavy shit anymore. Sex is simply better when there's a bond. It's not empty or lonely. Who would think sex could be lonely, but when you're fucking just for the sake of fucking…what else could it be? I never realized that before I had this connection. I just didn't know any better before Ana. I didn't know this ..whatever we have…could exist. It's passionate and lustful, yet other times it's deep and meaningful. She cast a spell on me and I never want to break it.

I love when she looks at me when we fuck. It's a big difference from my prior life. I need her to look at me, it's magnetic. I love watching her react to me, her eyes so expressive and heart stopping.

On occasion, I'll tie her feet and wrists to the bed, spread eagle with a blindfold and a gag…completely naked and leave her there. I'll sit on the couch facing the bed in the playroom and just watch her lie there like that for twenty minutes before I touched her with a flogger, crop or my tongue. She doesn't know if I'm there or left the room. Fuck. I'm getting a hard on just thinking about watching her like that.

Because she's my wife, I can take her out in public , if I choose, while we're still in the throws of our kinky role playing and she will wear what I want, eat what I want, fuck me where I want. She indulges me. And it fucking turns me on to have that power over her…even if it's short lived.

Sometimes I'll forbid her to wax because I wanted to shave her. We did this on our honeymoon and I found it very erotic. Intimate and kinky.

I suppose that's what we are, intimately kinky.

Over the years, I've had to turn the CCTV cameras off in Escala a few times, when I had her naked, except for her high heels and a garter belt for an entire day or if I planned on fucking her anywhere in the penthouse. No one sees my wife in the throws of passion but me.

I wouldn't want her that way everyday. It would get boring…fast. What I enjoy is not only is she giving herself to me, but she loves me. Somehow that makes it more intense, it actually turns me on more because there's a spark between us. I'm giving her more than just sexual pleasure, I'm giving her me. All of me, the light and the dark. What's so fucking great about us is we found our middle ground years ago that keeps us both satisfied.

I never imagined there would be a woman out there who I wanted to spank, flog and fuck…then afterwards kiss and hold tight in my arms all night. It's a rush to have this person in my life everyday. Amazing to me that she exists.

Ana is playful, spontaneous, adventurous and sexy as hell…that's the girl I love to fuck until she can't walk. She's also witty, smart, beautiful and kind and that's the girl who I want to make love to all night long. She challenges me, angers me, defies me and loves me. She is the whole package. My perfect fit. Mine.

I've seen other powerful men carry on like horny teenagers, parading around their mistress flavor of the week. It disgusts me. And yes, I have plenty of opportunity to be 'that guy'. I'm not interested. I suppose in many ways Ana is my mistress and my wife, the best of both worlds.

I do notice beautiful women, I think any man would. But I can't imagine having anyone else. I truly can't. I trusted my gut instincts twenty years ago and I was spot on.

We are meant to be.