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So many of you wanted more Baxter. We aim to please. This has some sexy time in it, so please, over 18 only. Enjoy!

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Ana POV:

It's been three weeks since Baxter joined our family. He's still pretty timid, but has come a long way since he first arrived. He seems to be most comfortable in his safe places, under the coffee table or on his dog bed, but is coming around in the spaces in between the two.

Christian and Baxter have developed a special bond. Christian never ceases to amaze me...Who would have thought he'd have a dog…and love it. Not me, that's for sure.

When Christian leaves for work, Baxter mopes. His internal clock knows when Christian comes home, as he goes to the front door and lays there waiting for him. Baxter also has found his voice. He barks and wags his tail when Christian comes home. Christian plays it down and tries to hush Baxter, but there's no doubt he loves it.

They're really quite adorable. Baxter follows Christian around the house. Two peas in a pod. When Christian is in his study, Baxter follows. Baxter lies under his desk while he works. I can't believe Christian allows this. When Christian plays the piano, Baxter lies by his feet, listening to the music.

I think Christian sees himself in the dog, if that makes any sense. They both had rough beginnings and were lucky enough to be adopted into a family who love them unconditionally.

I can tell its six o'clock, as Baxter has taken his place at the front door waiting for his master to arrive. I laugh at the irony of that. Christian has to love that.

The dog starts barking and I know Christian is home. It's the only time I hear a peep out of Baxter.

"Hush now, Baxter" I hear Christian telling the dog, but I'm not fooled. Christian is eating this up. His own children never greeted him like this.

They walk into the kitchen. Baxter's tail wagging and walking practically under Christian's feet.

Christian walks over to me and gives me a warm hug and kiss. Baxter is nosing his way between the two of us.

"Hello baby"

"Hello yourself." I smile.

"How is the publishing world?"

"Oh, you know…crazy authors, lazy editors, same old same old. How was your day?"

"A bitch of a day...had to whip the business world into back into shape"

"You're quite good at that, the whipping"

"Yes, I am" He smirks

I notice he's holding a small paper bag.

"What's in the bag?"

"A gift" he grins.

Oh, my Fifty is so sweet. Even on crappy days, he'll take time out to buy me a present.

"Oh, that's so sweet" I blush.

"Here Baxter" He reaches in the bag and pulls out a squeaky toy.

I laugh to myself. He bought a gift for the dog. I roll my eyes. Of course.

He hands the toy to Baxter. Baxter just looks at it. Poor dog is still building his trust with us even with Christian, some things he's still wary about.

"Well, eventually he'll figure out what to do with it"

"He just needs time to adjust." I assure Christian as I wrap my arm around his waist.

Christian turns into me and gives me a big bear hug and sweetly kisses me. Suddenly we hear Baxter barking….we both look down and see that he's barking at the both of us. Seems Baxter is jealous. Its bad enough I have to deal with other women swooning over my husband, now I have to deal with my dog doing to same. Unreal.

Christian is trying to hide his smile, but he's not fooling anyone. He loves that the dog prefers him over the rest of us.

~~~xxx~~~

I'm in our bathroom getting ready for bed. It's been a long day. I walk into our bedroom and Christian is already in bed. Baxter and his dog bed in our bedroom on the floor by the door. I stop in my tracks.

"What is this?" I'm shaking my head looking over at the dog.

"Sorry baby. It's just for tonight. He wasn't feeling well"

"How do you know he wasn't feeling well?"

"I don't know. He looked extra mopey tonight."

Sigh.

"Christian, you're the one who said he had to sleep in his bed by the kitchen. "

"Ana, its one fucking night. "

"Fine. One night." I give up.

"You look very beautiful when you're flustered like that Mrs. Grey"

"Well, I must be Miss America tonight, because you've flustered the hell out of me"

"Come to bed baby. I'll unfluster you"

Now, that's an offer I can't refuse. I climb up the foot of the bed over to Christian. He shuts off the light on his night table. The moonlight peeking through the windows is softly illuminating our bedroom. .

He flips me down over to my side of the bed and begins running light kisses down my neck.

"Oh baby, you smell so good" He inhales deeply, then starts nibbling on my earlobe. I tilt my head up, losing myself in the moment. His hands are running down the sides of body until he gets to the hem of my silk nightgown. He oh-so-slowly lifts it up and over my head. I grab the bottom of his T-shirt and gently pull it over his head. His soft patch of chest hair tickles. The heat from our bodies is palpable.

His tongue glides down my body between my breasts to my stomach. He playfully bites my hip bones then kisses his way back to my lips. His arms are extended on either side of me, supporting his body. He swoops down and kisses me. Our tongues are wet and warm, dancing in circles together, his tongue traces over my teeth then he lightly bites down on my lower lip. I moan with longing. My sex is wet and tingling.

He pulls away and gazes into my eyes lovingly. I raise my hand and caress his cheek. The feel of his stubble is soft, yet prickly. So fucking sexy. I turn my head to one side as he kisses my neck and I feel myself once again, getting lost in the feel of his soft lips. I slowly open my eyes…and see Baxter sitting on the side of the bed staring at us.

I gently smack Christian to get his attention.

"Yes baby" He breathes

"Christian, the dog is watching us"

"Ignore him" He breathes as he bites my shoulder

"I can't. He's making me uncomfortable"

"Christ…Baxter, shoo… go lay down" Christian waves the dog away.

Baxter goes back to his bed.

"Where were we, baby? I think we were about here" He sinks two fingers inside me.

My back arches up. Holy fuck this man knows how to touch me.

"I don't think we were there just yet. But I won't stop you" I purr.

"Oh baby, you're so ready for me." He growls.

"Pants off Mr. Grey, I want to fuck you with my mouth" I groan.

I can feel his grin. He begins to wriggle out of his pajama bottoms. I go under the blanket.

"Move the blanket baby. I want to watch you suck me"

"I can't…the dog will see us"

"It's a fucking dog baby. Move the blanket"

"I can't. Baxter has to go if you want to watch"

"Oh, for fucks sake" He throws back on his pajama bottoms, grabs the dogs bed and puts it in the hallway next to our bedroom door. "Baxter come." Baxter slowly walks with his tail between his legs and head down to the hallway. "Lay down here"

He closes the door, removes his pajama pants and stands by the side of bed.

"You made me wait, Anastasia. I don't like waiting for what's mine. Get off the bed and on your knees before me."

"Yes Sir" I whisper softly. I crawl out of bed and kneel in front of Christian and look down.

"You may look at me" I look at up him "Suck me. Your hands behind your back, only your mouth"

I gladly comply.

"Look at me, I want to see you" he orders.

I look up at him, sucking on him, licking him, running my tongue up and down his length. He's looking directly into my eyes; his breathing is shallow and fast. He groans and reaches his hands to the back of my head, guiding it to and from him, back and forth…in and out.

"Stop. I want to fuck you. Sit on the edge of the bed, lay back and wrap your legs around me"

I get off the floor and sit of the edge of the bed, lying down. Christian walks over to me and grabs my ass holding it up high, I wrap my legs around his waist and he begins to pound me at a punishing rhythm. It's hard and furious …and heavenly. Holy fuck, is it good.

"Touch your breasts baby"

I run my hands over my breasts, my fingers circling my hardened nipples. I'm groaning and moving with him. My back arching up. I'm lost in the exquisite feeling of Christian inside of me. I feel myself begin to tremble and I know I'm there, my muscles tightening around him.

"That's it baby. Come for me". His words are my un-doing. I explode in full technicolor ecstasy.

"Fuck yes" Christian moans and I feel his body stiffen, he hisses through his clenched teeth and I feel him lose himself too. I love watching Christian come apart like this.

We are both panting; a sexy grin curls up on Christian's lips. I shyly bite my lip. Oh the things this man can make me feel. He gently lowers me back down on the bed and pulls out of me.

He crawls back into bed with me. He moves my hair behind my ear and sweetly kisses me

"I love you Ana."

"I love you too" I smile as I caress his cheek.

Our beautiful quiet moment is ruined by the sound of scratching at our bedroom door. Christian smirks at me and I begin to giggle. Damned dog!

~~~xxx~~~

"Good Morning baby. Sleep well?"

"Very well, Mr. Grey" I kiss his cheek. "Where's your shadow?"

"Phoebe is walking him in the yard"

"Good. I wanted to talk to you about Baxter. I was taking to Dr. Elders, the veterinarian, on the phone yesterday about getting Baxter neutered. He said we can schedule the surgery whenever. Baxter is old enough"

"I'm not having my dog's fucking balls cut off" He looks appalled

"Christian, there are a lot of benefits to it. I mean other than the obvious that he won't be able to impregnate a female dog. It also makes it less likely Baxter will get testicular cancer. He'll be less likely to roam, as he won't be looking for some action from the female dog population. He's less likely to mark the house. It's the responsible thing to do; it'll help keep the unwanted pet population down."

"I don't like the idea of someone castrating him"

"Then don't think of it like that. We have to do this. It's the right thing to do"

~~~xxx~~~

It's surgery day for Baxter. Christian was insistent that we both took the day off to be with him. We arrive at the vet's office where the surgery will take place.

Christian crouches down to Baxter, who is shaking like a leaf. Poor little guy.

"It's ok, Baxter. They may cut off your balls, but you're still all man. Don't you worry. I'll be right here waiting for you"

Baxter continues to tremble. Christian looks up at me looking so sad and guilty. .

"It'll be alright boys. I promise." I nod

A vet tech takes Baxter's leash. Baxter looks panicked.

"Mr. and Mrs. Grey, Baxter will be just fine. There's no need to stay. We can call when the procedure is completed"

"I'm not leaving here until I know my dog is out of surgery and alive" Christian insists.

"Very well. Please have a seat in the waiting room" She points over to the waiting room and leads Baxter away. Baxter digs his claws into the floor as the Tech is gently trying to coax him to come with her. Finally he gives up.

Christian looks absolutely miserable. I take his hand and gently squeeze it.

"He'll be fine, Christian"

He nods. The worry is etched across his face.

After about forty minutes, the Vet tech comes out. Christian jumps out of the chair to his feet.

"Mr. and Mrs. Grey, the surgery went well. Baxter is fine. He's in recovery now. He'll be sleeping for a while. Why don't you come back in a few hours?"

"Thank you. What time should we come back?" I ask.

"He should be ready to go home by about three o'clock"

Christian just stands there silent, so uncharacteristic for him.

"Ok. Thank you" I take Christian's hand and we walk out of the building to the SUV. Taylor opens the door for us and we get in.

"Christian, are you alright?"

"Yes, I am now. I know this sounds ridiculous but I felt like it was one of our children in there."

I look at him and smile. I love that when he loves, he loves so completely. Even a dog. I always saw the kind hearted part of Christian. I think after all these years; it still surprises him when he realizes how far he's come. Maybe having Baxter brought it all home for him again.

My husband and his dog seem to bring out the best in each other. Kindred Spirits.

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