So don't hate me, but in this chapter I skipped the dinner date and moved onto the next date. You'll find out what happens though! Thank you all for your reviews, it truly makes my day so much better.

"I think I'll never get over this view." I admire the view from the Seattle Space Needle as Christian stands next to me. You could see the entire skyline of Seattle from here, and with the setting sun illuminating, it looks truly breathtaking.

"I love how small Seattle looks from up here." I remark, squinting my eyes as the harsh beams of sun glare me.

"Me too." Christian agrees, now behind me.

I turn around, Christian's holding two glasses of champagne. He looks at me, refusing to break our gaze as I take a few steps towards him. I retrieve my glass from his hand and take a small sip.

"Do you come here often?" I ask, going back to staring out onto the city skyline.

"Yes, it's quiet. It makes a nice change to the general hustle and bustle of the city life." he explains and I nod.

"I forgot to ask, how did you get my phone number and knew exactly where I worked?" I raise my brow and he smirks.

"I'm a very powerful man, Anastasia. I have my ways of finding information." I roll my eyes and shake my head. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." he warns, sipping his champagne.

"What's with this very expensive champagne. It's got to be at least four hu-"

"It doesn't matter." Christian cuts me off before I have a chance to finish my assumption. I can't help but smile at his efforts.

"Do you all your second dates get this treatment?"

"Third if you count the coffee shop day." he states, catching me off-guard and I blush.

"Do you?"

"Well, it wasn't technically a date, but it's definitely a day I haven't forgotten." Christian grins as I look down, biting my lip. I hear him chuckle and I gaze back up at him.

"Something amusing?" I ask.

"You. You amuse me even when you don't mean to."

"Do I?"

"Yes. Even just then when your cheeks turned pink because I reminded you of our first encounter." I can feel the heat rising even more so to my cheeks. "But no. Back to your first question, I can say that I've never done this with anybody before. You're the first." My stomach flutters and I can't suppress the grin that spreads on my face even if I try.

"I have no idea what to say." I whisper and he shakes his head, stepping towards me.

"Say nothing. Let's raise our glasses to second, or third, dates."

I smile as our glasses clink, and we both take simultaneous sips from the glass. The liquid is crisp and bubbly- one of the sweetest I've ever tasted, and it sinks down easily.

"You look beautiful this evening, by the way." I blush again, looking over my outfit. I'm still wearing my work clothes as it consists of black skinny jeans tucked into my ankle boats and a nice sweater with my tan trench coat.

"Thank you, you don't look bad yourself." I grin, unashamedly running my eyes over his chest and legs.

He's wearing a sharp blue dress shirt with the top few buttons left open, allowing his skin to peek through, underneath his suit jacket. On the bottom, he has on black dress pants. Now, I'm imagining him beneath the clothing and how he feels against my skin. As my eyes make their way back to his face, I realize that he's been watching my exploration the entire time, and his mouth ends have kinked upwards ever so slightly. I take another sip as I feel my cheeks begin to flush.

"If it helps," Christian begins, "I'm thinking about you naked too." I bite my lip and feel my cheeks turning red.

We haven't been intimate since the 'coffee shop day', as we'd come to call. When I'd seen him the day after, we parted with a chaste kiss on the cheek and nothing more. Christian's housekeeper, Gail cooked us a fantastic meal and he continues to surprise me. He's far from the man in the tabloids and newspapers portrays him. Christian's charming, sophisticated, and so quick-witted that even I have trouble keeping up with him. He keeps me on my toes, and I like that.

"What are you thinking about?" His sultry voice interrupts me from my internal musings and I shake my head back to reality.

"You." I whisper, our eyes connecting and I smile, taking another sip from my glass, tilting it until the remnants of the liquid have gone. Christian's quick to grab the cold bottle and top up my empty glass, filling his own too.

"Are you also, wondering why I didn't kiss you properly the other week?"

Christian's words take me by surprise and I pause, not really knowing how to respond. The bubbles from the champagne are flowing freely through my body and I already feel slightly warm and light-headed. I clear my throat.

"The thought has crossed my mind." I can tell he's thinking for a moment, finishing his own drink before settling it down, and shifts further towards me.

"I wanted to, but I want to do things properly." I look up at him, searching his eyes for a deeper explanation. "The Coffee shop day was incredible. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since."

We smirk at each other for a moment as we both recall the mind-blowing spontaneous sex that happened between us.

"I want to keep seeing you, and I don't want you thinking I'm some sex-mad playboy that's only after one thing. Even if it is taking all of my will-power not to rip your clothes off right now and have you against the window."

Christian grins, but I can hear the element of lustful truth in his voice. Part of me wishes that he could rip my clothes off and fuck me into next week. The other part of me wants to just sit and talk and enjoy his presence that's keeping me intrigued for the past couple of days.

"There's nothing wrong with sex mad." Christian kinks his eyebrows in amusement.

"Are you saying you'd like me to rip you clothes off right now in the Seattle Space Needle?" I laugh.

"I don't think the tourists waiting to come up will approve."

He joins me in laughing, before trailing off into silence. I gulp as his fingertips brush over the top of my palm; both of us watching his gentle caress. His fingertips are warm and comforting, and somehow manage to provoke an eruption of goosebumps over my entire body. Christian's fingers are long and nails well kept and my mind naturally imagines them caressing other areas of my skin; remembering how soft and sensual his touch has been during our first physical encounter.

I lift my eyes from between us, Christian's looking right me. My heart begins to beat double time, or so it feels like, and my lips part slightly as I draw in a breath. I watch his eyes flicker between mine, then drop to my lips as he slowly leans in towards me.

Christian's lips are warm and moist as they meet my own, and we stay like this for a few moments before parting lips to explore one another more passionately. I sigh involuntarily as Christian's hands come up to my face and I sink into our kiss; both smiling as we indulge in one another. The kiss is slow and deep and our tongues play lightly; tasting and teasing. He certainly knows how to kiss.

His mouth is so soft and sweet, and I can't help but smile as his teeth take my lower lip between them and he nibbles playfully.

"I've been waiting to do that all evening." Christian's becomes slightly flush and breathless as he pulls away. I gaze into his gray eyes, wondering how I got into this position. How a simple woman like me met this incredible man.

"Can I ask you a question?" He nods, holding me close. "What brought you into the cafe?"

"What do you mean?" Christian raises his brow and I sigh.

"It's just, a rich man like you, I would think you would go somewhere much nicer and-"

"I saw you go into the cafe and I followed you inside." he cuts me off and my eyes widen.

"What?"

"I was on my way home from work and frustrated over my last meeting. But when I looked out the window, I found you walking like you had no care in the world, and then you smiled. And I just knew in that moment, I had to know who were." Christian reveals and I feel my heart beat rapidly against my chest.

"Wow." I whisper the only word I can conjure up at the moment. He grins at me and I instantly mirror his expression, shuffling my body slightly closer towards him. His hands come around my hips, and within moments, we are locked in a embrace.

Our kisses begin to progress and so does the venturing of his hands. From my hip, Christian slips it around my backside and holds me close; massaging my cheeks over my jeans. Every now and then, his fingers would skim the hem of my sweater and catch my skin, alighting sparks from deep within, and I can't help but giggle childishly as he smirks against my lips.

I hear a cough behind me and I turn around to see Taylor, Christian's personal bodyguard. Christian doesn't release me from his arms and faces Jason.

"Yes, Taylor?" he asks, his tone obviously pissed that he interrupted us.

"Your time's up. The tourists are ready to come up and they're getting antsy." Taylor states and Christian nods. He exits and it's just me and Christian again.

"Just imagine what would have happened if we had another 19 seconds." he whispers in my ear so hotly, that it sends shivers all over my body.

Christian grabs a hold of my hand and leads me to the elevator, taking us down into the city. Taylor's waiting next to the SUV and he opens the door for me. I slide inside with Christian following behind me.

"Stay with me tonight." Christian says out of nowhere and I turn to look at him.

"Christian." I begin but he shakes his head.

"Please, Ana."

"I thought we were taking things slow." I raise my eyebrow, staring into his gray eyes.

"I know, but I need to have you, Ana." he pleas and I'm left speechless. This hot man sitting next to me is dying to have sex with me and I'm left with my thoughts.

When I jumped into bed with him, meeting him that same day, I was left thinking that I'm a total slut. A big slut. I never, ever, never did something like that before, but it felt exhilarating. For once, plain, old Ana did something crazy and out of the ordinary. And for once in my life, I don't regret it.

"Okay." I nod, smiling. Christian grins and reaches for my hand, bringing it to his lips for a gentle kiss on my knuckles.

I love how tender and sweet he is with me. No guy has ever been this way with me and I'm soaking it all up. I remember when I lost my virginity to Harry Miller my senior year of high school. My best friend at the time took me to the end of the year party and I ended getting wasted for the first time, and having sex with the quarterback of the football team. I don't exactly remember much, but do I remember the carpet burns on my back as he took me on top of the pool table. Not one of my finest moments.

"We're here." I look out the window, seeing Escala in my sight. Clasping onto Christian's hand, jumping out of the car, a rush of alcohol goes to my head. My knees buckle unexpectedly.

"Steady." Christian smirks as he holds onto my arm firmly.

"It's the alcohol." Christian raises his eyebrow, continuing to hold my arm as I compose myself. I quickly advert my gaze and tug my coat closer to me.

"Can you manage the walk to the elevator?" I glare at him, who is grinning back at me.

"Yes, thank you very much."

"Good. Let's go then."

As soon as were out of the elevator, Christian's hands are on my face as his lips with heating vehemence as we stumble backwards; our hands frantically over one another's bodies. His hands instantly reach for my coat and push it off my shoulders, now pulling my sweater over my head. My fingers hurriedly work the buttons of his shirt and I struggle to breathe as our lips stay close. Panting and sighing into his mouth, until we fall backwards onto the living room floor and are force to part through breathless laughter.

"Sex mad?" I smirk against his lips as he lays beneath me with his hands on the backs of my thighs.

"You make me sex mad."

We kiss again, it's hard, hot, and wet. Yet we are so perfectly in tune with one another. His lips are like magic as they move along my jaw, pulling my lower half down on to him with heating urgency. I unbutton my jeans and he tugs them down, throwing them across the room. The roughness of his pants create an intense friction between my legs, and it isn't long before my hands are between us and fumbling with his belt.

Christian raises his hips as we both slide his pants from his, kicking them off his ankles. I sit upwards and Christian's body instantly follows, chest to chest, and his lips are quick to find my neck. He is so hot and hard beneath me. It feels incredible, he looks incredible. The lights from the Seattle skyline accentuate each line and crevice of his tense muscles. This time he's not wearing a shirt and I get a closer look at his scars. My hand reaches forward, but Christian snatches onto my wrist.

"No, just look." he whispers and I examine them. I feel tears fill my eyes and I want to cry. But Christian shakes his head and kisses my lips. "Don't." I nod and he unclasps my bra.

I pull on his copper curls as his mouth attaches to my left nipple, while his hand attends the right, leaning backwards slightly as I ground my hips against him.

"Fuck." Christian breathes heavily. "Condom." I shake my head.

"I'm on the pill." He stares at me, intensely. "I'm clean."

He kisses over the swell of my breasts and back up my neck. I push his briefs down his thighs and from his body. Christian groans and his cock instantly springs upwards and away from his body, hard and swollen. I wiggle free from my own underwear, sliding my lips upwards over his jugular and to his jaw, then finally to his own parting lips.

"Do you trust me?" he asks and I look at him, unsure what to say. "Answer the question, Anastasia."

"Yes, I trust you." I whisper. I did trust him, I trust him so much that I can't work out why. We barely know each other.

"Then turn over for me." He nips on my lower lip and smirks, his large hand guiding my hips as I turn away from him and out my hands on the floor in front. "Put your forearms to the floor."

His voice is laced with hard command and I slowly lower myself so that my forearms lay flat on the floor in front with my legs parting and hips in the air. I'm completely exposed to his eyes and his eyes only, and I hear a strain groan of satisfaction come behind me.

Everything is so erotic and I shudder in anticipation, ready for him to take me. His muscular legs on either side of mine, he runs his tongue from the very base of my spine to the nape of my neck, leaving a hot, wet trail along my skin. He pauses there, breathing hot and heavy. My head drops forward and I claw the rug below as Christian begins to slide himself inside of me; we both sigh in desperation as he fills me excruciatingly slowly.

Within an instant, his hands are on my hips and he's thrusting himself into me hard and fast, pulling me back against him as he did so. My entire body jolts as he takes control; my eyes squeeze shut in euphoria as an exquisite pressure begins to build from deep within. I turn to look over my shoulder and Christian leans over to my ear.

"Stay still." he breathes, and suddenly his hand comes down to my backside with a slap, somewhat warily, as if testing the response I give to his action. It takes me by surprise and I cry out, and although it didn't hurt, I'm became very aware of the warmth quickly spreading over my right cheek.

The room falls silent as Christian massages my cheek, and suddenly his hand is gone. Another blow comes to my skin, this time harder then before. Everything about it heightens my arousal; the sound, the sting, the noises coming from Christian as I spasm and clench around him. I didn't protest. I feel so erotically vulnerable and powerless beneath him. In this moment in time, I want to belong to him. I did belong to him; body and mind.

I was ready to come, I could feel it. My muscles are tight and the pressure in my entire lower region is so hot and intense, especially with the position I'm in. I just need a little bit more and Christian gives it to me, hard. And I know he needs to come as well, and he's done a good job of keeping control. As I moan, my orgasm continues to sweep through me, he comes with a loud sigh of relief, thrusting his hips a few more times until he is completely spent. We both fall back, exhausted.

With his chest against my back, Christian pulls my hair from my shoulder and kisses my neck gently. I lay still, too breathless and content to move.

"Are you okay?" Christian's voice is deep and quiet as he lays beside me, drawing his finger up and down my spine.

My heart thuds steadily against my chest. My body is in heaven, completely cocoon by pleasure, and I hum dreamily turning my head to my left to face him.

"I'm perfect."

Christian smirks, resting his arm out to the side as he nods for my body for join his. I languidly shift towards him, enjoying the warmth of his skin as I curl my body at his side and rest my head just beneath his arm. He is hot, sweaty, and smells of sex. Divine.

"Did I hurt you?" His eyes search mine as he speaks.

"No."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes."

"Good." Christian smirks.

He pauses for a moment, pushing a few strands of hair from my face. The way he is looking at me has my curiosity hurling into overdrive. I can't read him and my pulse begins to quicken as his lips curve upwards.

"What are you thinking about?" I whisper.

Christian inhales deeply and closes his eyes. When he opens them back up to me, it's like looking into the eyes of my deepest and darkest desires.

"You know, they say that curiosity killed the cat." His voice is barely audible as our gaze is locked. I've never felt this intense thrill in my entire life and my heart is pounding in my ears.

"Then kill me." Our eyes linger for a few moments longer before his lips slowly slide into a smirk and he kisses me.

"Come on." Christian pulls me up with him as he sits up. "We should get some sleep."

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