Disclaimer: the names of the characters are partly E.L. James's. The story is all mine

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I feel like coming home. My whole body starts humming and I have difficulty breathing. I feel myself growing as she responds to my kiss with equal passion. It´s like she can´t get enough of me either. As I continue to intensify our kisses I feel her hands roam over my back and then surprise me by squeezing my ass. I don´t mind and use her squeezing to push myself even more into her stomach. I don´t care that she can feel my hard-on, because she is the reason it´s awake at this point.

I don´t want to stop this kiss, but I´ll come in my pants or die of suffocation if I don´t stop now.

When I break our kiss, I look into her eyes and hear she is panting just as bad as I am.

"Do you want to dance some more?" without waiting for her answer I take her hand and lead her to the dance floor.

As we reach the dance floor Likililee-something song starts playing. And to my surprise and amusement she turns around and starts swaying her shoulders and hips in a really sexy way. She moves her hands up in her hair and gazes over her shoulder into my eyes. Fuck she doesn´t know what she´s doing to me, or maybe she does. I don´t care as long as she doesn´t stop.

As I start dancing with her, she puts her hands on my hips and pushes herself even more into my now fully erect cock. Fuck, she is seriously giving me a case of blue-ball-syndrome now, who knew she would be such a tease. But you won´t hear me complaining.

I want more of her, so I turn her around and push my leg between hers so she´ll grind against my legs before I cum in my pants. With my hand on her back I can only try to cool down.

As soon as I catch my breath, her mouth is on me.

As I whisper "You feel so good" in her ear I watch her smile and see the cutest blush creep up her cheeks.

I know the music has changed but we are still dancing to our own inner song, I just can´t stop.

"I'll be back in a sec" she tells me. But before I let her walk away, I whisper into her ear, "I'll be upstairs. Waiting for you". I watch her walking towards Kate and the rest-rooms and head upstairs to the VIP-lounge.

As soon as I walk into the lounge I get ambushed by Elliot.

"Man, you are a shitty wingman. I brought you to find me some ass, but you do nothing. So I went out and found some myself and lo and behold I see you going all but down on this itty-bitty girl. Well have fun, because I´m gonna have me some". And with that he walks away.

He is completely right,I let him down, but I really don´t give a fuck at this point. I only want Anastasia and I want her now.

As I see her entering the VIP-lounge, I walk towards her and pull her against me as soon as I can.

"Want to come to my place". I ask her.

She doesn´t answer, but nods. I take her hand and lead her out of the club.

As soon as Taylor sees me he jumps out of the car and opens the door for us. Next thing I know I hear a sickening sound and see Anastasia fall onto the ground screaming in pain.

She is lying there grasping at her ankle and the only thing I can do is bring her to an e.r. instead of my bed. So I pick her up as gentle as possible, and with the help of Taylor I get her into the car and on my lap and let Taylor drive us to the best hospital in town as soon as he can.

I don´t know how bad her ankle is hurt, but I do know I want to take care of her.

No, I need to take care of her. I just hope she´ll let me.

Sometimes it´s nice to have a father who is a big-time surgeon, because they almost bended over backwards to help me help her as soon as I mentioned paging my father.

Of course they didn´t page him, but they made sure they didn´t miss anything, so after an x-ray and an additional scan, they said it wasn´t broken, but only badly sprained and that she had a tear in her Achilles. After that they wrapped up her ankle, gave her painkillers and crutches and told her not to stand on her foot for the next four weeks.

After that I took her to my place to take care of her. But when she found out I wanted her to stay at my place instead of leaving her helpless in her appartement we had a little argument wich I'd won of course. But I got to know this most beautiful but also the most stubborn girl in the world a little better. She didn't want to stay at my place because she was afraid she would be a burden on me. I told her she wouldn't be a burden and that I needed to take care of her and then she argued that she didn't want me to feel obliged. So I told her I again, I needed and wanted to take care of her. After that I think the painkillers made her too tired to argue because she gave in and let me put her in bed.

She fell asleep almost as soon as her head hit het pillow, that was hours ago.

I gently knock on her door, but she doesn't respond. As I softly open the door I see that she is still asleep.

Her foot will probably hurt a lot when she wakes up, so I fetch a glass of water and some Advil and leave them at her nightstand so she will find them when she wakes up.

I walk to the kitchen and find Gail there making me eggs on toast for breakfast.

"Morning Gail, smells good". I tell her as I take my place at the breakfast-bar.

"Good-morning sir", she replies. As she turns around to give me my breakfast, Taylor walks in with the wheelchair I ordered last night when waiting for the scan to finish.

"Ah it's here already, Gail, I've got a guest and I want you to take good care of her. Her name is Anastasia and last night she fell. She damaged her Achilles and sprained her ankle and isn't allowed to walk for at least four weeks. For now I've got all basic necessities for her, clothing, a waterproof cast-cover for her bandaged foot and as you can see, this wheel chair but if there is anything else she needs, just let me now and I'll take care of it."

"Yes, sir. Of course I'll take care of her." she answers me."I'll make sure she has anything she needs".

After finishing my eggs and reading my morning papers I hear Anastasia's sweet voice calling my name: "Christian, are you up?"

Gail, I think it's best if you go help her. She probably needs to go to the bathroom and I think she will be more comfortable with you helping her instead of me", I tell Gail.

With a smile she nods and walks towards Anastasia's room.

"CHRISTIAN!"

Yes, she needs to go, I chuckle to myself.

After drinking some coffee, I hear the water running and know she is getting into the shower. I know it's not very gentlemanly but I can't help but imagine how she would look standing in my shower with the water cascading over her naked body.

The images I come up with are so mouth-watering hot, that I have to fight the urge to go to her at once.

Instead I get another cup of coffee.

After what feels like ages, but are probably only fifteen or twenty minutes I hear a door and mere seconds later I see Gail push her into the kitchen.

When I see Anastasia, I smile at her. "Good morning, did you sleep well?

"Ehm, as well as can be with this ankle I guess, thanks. "

"I have some work to do, so I'll be in my office. Come see me when you've finished your breakfast. If there is anything you need in the meantime, just ask Gail. Enjoy your breakfast and I'll see you later".

And with that I get up and walk out of the kitchen.