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While I was growing up, it was times like this that I'd fantasized about. I've never been interested in planning the perfect white weddings and living a fairytale life, but I often dreamt of traveling the world; not a care in the world. Just being. Being with somebody…
"A penny for your thoughts?"
"Hmm?"
"You've been staring out of the window for about ten minutes." Christian laughs. I smile, still caught up in my teenage dreams.
"Nothing really…" He grins, focusing back onto the business papers in front of him. "What did you want to be when you grew up?" I ask unexpectedly. Christian releases the papers from his grasps, turning to me, so I would have his undivided attention.
"A pilot."
"Why?" He shrugs.
"I wanted to see the world."
"I'm pretty sure you've already been to more countries than most." I giggle.
"True. But there's something about flying, being up so high…away from everything and everyone." I love little moments like this; moments where Christian would let me into his mind.
"Do you regret being where you are now?" I ask curiously. He smiles, taking in everything around him.
"No, not at all. I love what I do." Christian pauses for a brief moment and I assume that he's gathering his thoughts. "Besides, I never would have met you if I was 30,000 feet up in the sky." he laughs.
"Well, I'm glad you decided to keep your feet on the ground." He glances over at me.
"Me too."
We continue flying on Christian's private plane, that I knew absolutely nothing about. Also, finding out that he does have a pilot's license as he flies his own helicopter. What does this man don't have?
"How voyeuristic are you feeling?" Christian asks, taking me by surprise and I laugh.
"Why?"
He smirks and unbuckles his seatbelt. In the corner of my eye, I spot Taylor and Sawyer seated towards the cockpit, both reading a book.
"Because I'd really like to have you right now."
I snap my head to face him, completely taken aback yet so completely aroused by his words. He looks me straight in the eye, smirking devilishly as he kinks his left eyebrow upwards. My pulse instantaneously speeds up, pumping blood relentlessly throughout my body, awakening desire in all the right places. I can't take my eyes off of his lips as he leans over to my side, pausing just moments from me. As I inch forward, so that our noses are almost touching, he undoes my seatbelt.
"So what do you say, Miss Steele?"
"What if someone hears us?" I mumble.
"Taylor. Sawyer. Headphones on. Now." They follow his order, putting white earbuds into their ears.
Christian stands up and holds out his hand, I clasp my hand into his. I rise up to meet him, and he leads me into the back of the plane. A door opens, and I take one last glance back, biting my lip.
As I turn back to face him, his lips catch mine. I kiss him hard in response, letting my hands wonder up the inside of his jean-clad jeans; so hard and warm.
"You're hard already." I breathe against his lips.
"We all daydream, Anastasia." Christian smirks, playfully taking my lower lip between his teeth. "This particular one has been torturing me since you stepped onto the plane."
As our lips continue to brush over one another, never quite close enough to kiss, his hand clasps my waist and pulls me towards him. He falls back onto the bed and I straddle his lap, looking down at him. His hands are quick to find my backside and I laugh into our kiss, moving my hands over his neck and through his hair. We continue to kiss and touch and tease one another, I find myself becoming increasingly restless above him.
His fingertips dig roughly into my thighs as I ground my hips along him, creating a friction between my legs that being to give me some relief. Christian moves his hands to my front and pulls my sweater over my head, exposing my bra clad breasts. As he unclasps my bra, I slide my hands between us and undo his zipper; freeing him from his tight confines. His lips ascend up my neck and along my jaw, until they're back on my own. I run my palm over his hard length and he sighs against my lips, breathing hot and heavy as I slip my hand beneath his briefs.
Meanwhile, his hands move fast to unbutton my pants and ripping them off my body. I look down between us, biting my lip as I study his hard shaft resting against his t-shirt. He holds his shaft in his hand and positions himself, sliding the tip teasingly between my legs. I place my hands on his biceps and move my hips forwards until I can find him right at my entrance.
Christian's eyes are on me the entire time, and as I carefully lower myself on to him, taking my time. I watch his face contort as his shoulders and thighs tense, sighing heavily as the backs of my thighs meet the fronts of his. I lean forwards and kiss his insatiably pink lips, moving my left hand from his bicep and through his cooper curls.
"Ride me." he orders, raising his hips upwards and pushing himself in a little bit deeper.
My lips part and fall from his my core muscles clench and I hold him there. He groans loudly as I move over the top half of his shaft, back and forth, before he pulls my hips back down so that he fills me completely. His hands move around my waist and settles on my backside, pulling me and guiding me along him. This is the first time that I'm having the majority of control, and as I move my hips faster and his brow creasing, I sense that he's losing it.
"I'm not going to last much longer." Christian pants, pinning his forehead to mine. And I'm right along with him.
His mouth ends curve upwards as he shuts his eyes, and I swear it's one of the sexiest things I've ever seen in my life. I continue to move along his length, until I become undone.
"Welcome to the Mile High Club, Miss Steele." he whispers, pressing his lips to mine. I push his curls from his forehead, sweeping them back.
"I'm quite honored, Mr. Grey." I smile amusedly, before moving from him and beginning to put on my clothes.
The pilot announces we will be landing in ten minutes and ordered us back to our seats. I buckle myself into the seat I was sitting in earlier. Christian arrives next to me, and reaches for my hand, his thumb stroking my knuckles. He has learned my fear of taking off and landing.
As the plane finally lands, I let out the breath I was holding in and open my eyes.
"Not too behind schedule." Christian states, unbuckling us both. I follow suit as we exit down the stairs, finding a Audi SUV already parked.
"You think of everything." I mutter, and he smirks.
"I aim to please."
We pull up to a tall, expensive building and I find out it's Christian's apartment. I hold onto his hand as we stroll inside. A woman sits behind a desk, looking up and smiling. She must have been in her early thirties, she had dark brown hair that fell just below her shoulders, and it seemed like she took pride in her appearance.
"Mr. Grey, welcome back." she grins, getting up from her seat.
"Thank you, Ms. Miller." She instantly blushes and tucks a strand of hair bend her ear. I assume that she isn't the first woman to weaken at the sight of Christian and she definitely won't be the last.
"Let me just make a call and I'll get somebody to take your bags to your room for you." Christian turns to face me.
"Shall we go for a walk in Central Park before dinner?"
"Sure." I smile, taking a few steps towards the front entrance. Turning around, I realize that Christian isn't at my side.
He's still at the welcome desk, keeping his voice low as he's saying something to Taylor and Sawyer, who nod vigorously in response. Christian turns from the desk and walks over to me.
"Everything okay?" I ask.
"Yes, just securing our plans for the night."
I face him and smile, and as I did, his hand brushes over mine. My stomach flips and he looks into my eyes, taking my hand in his and intertwining our fingers. The left side of his mouth slants upwards before he focuses his eyes in front of him once more. This is the first time were holding hands outside of the bedroom since we've met, and I'm surprised at how comforting it's to have my hand laced with his.
As we walk around Central Park hand in hand, the moonlight shinning behind the trees.
Many people strolling around us, and some flashing pictures everywhere they went. Now and then, there was a nice breeze that would have my hair blowing into my face.
"I like it here."
I keep my voice quiet, afraid to disturb the tranquility between us. Christian strokes his thumb over mine, letting me know that he is listening despite his concentration on the path ahead.
"Are you thinking?" I ask.
"Yes, but all good." he smiles.
I'm not going to pry. He left me to my thoughts earlier and now it's my turn to leave him to his. I turn to Christian and grin, and as I did, he leans forward and presses his lips to my own, taking me by surprise.
"Shall we go to dinner?" Christian mumbles against my lips. I nod, kissing him one last time before we part and make our way to the restaurant.
We stand outside the door to Christian's apartment, and he pulls the key from his pocket. As we enter inside, I'm completely astounded by it's openness. The color scheme is exactly like Escala, and the furniture also similar. I walk towards the windows, mind blown by the beautiful view of Central Park and I see a glimpse of The Empire State Building.
"This is incredible." I murmur, still taking in the view.
I turn around to find Christian bringing over a bottle of wine with two glasses, settling them onto the coffee table. I shake my head, falling back onto the couch.
"I don't know if I can drink anymore. I'm still full from dinner." He chuckles.
"Well, then why don't we have dessert?"
Christian saunters his way towards me, his lip close over mine and we fall into a hot and lazy kiss; laughing every now and then as we playfully tease one another. As his hands move over me, I can sense that he is becoming restless. Suddenly, a cell phone stills the mood and Christian pulls out his Blackberry from his pants.
"What?" he barks. I sigh, resting my head back on the armrest. "Of course, he fucked it up. Now, now I have to fix it. I'll talk to you in the hour." He hangs up and runs his fingers through his hair, frustrated.
"What happened?"
"One of our deals got fucked up and everything's gone wrong."
"I'm sorry." I whisper, leaning over and resting my chin onto his shoulder.
"Just give me a hour and then I'll finish what we started." I nod, and Christian places a kiss on my forehead and disappears down a long hallway, possibly into his study.
I take a deep breath and flick on the TV, finding a re-run of Criminal Minds on. So I kick off my boots, and lay across the couch. Not realizing till later, that I would fall asleep on the sofa waiting three hours for Christian to finish. It's ashamed, how things don't turn out the way you expect them to…
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