All mistakes are mine. All characters belong to E. L. James.

APOV

I awaken because I'm too hot and because I need to use the bathroom. After laying here for a while, it dawns on me why I'm so hot. Christian's body is wrapped around me like a python on its prey. His strong muscular legs are intertwined with me. His huge arms, with bulging biceps, are holding my torso hostage. I never thought I'd have this again…. with him. I can't believe it, last night was better than before. I came so many times, I finally tapped out and begged him to stop. I couldn't take any more.

I could just lay like this forever, but my bladder has other ideas. I finally untangle myself without waking Christian and head into the bathroom. I use the bathroom and decided to shower while I'm in here because Frankie will be awake soon. I stand under the shower and think about last night. I can't help the goofy grin on my face as I think about what Christian and I did. My lips are kiss swollen and I'm deliciously sore. I swear I think he's gotten bigger, or maybe it's because I haven't had sex in…years. Is it possible for a dick to get bigger? Lord knows, Christian needs no help in that department.

"I hope you're thinking and smiling about me." Christian's voice startles me as I'm mindlessly rubbing soap in the same spot. He enters the shower and wraps me in his arms. "I woke and you weren't there. Are you regretting last night?" I hear the fear in his voice. I slowly turn in his arms. "No. I would never regret anything so beautiful." I reassure him.

"I love you, Ana. I mean every word I said to you, last night." He holds my face in his hands and his gray eyes speak volumes. "I'll spend the rest of my life making up the time we've lost and making up for the years I missed on Frankie growing up."

"Christian," I sigh, "I don't want you beating yourself up about the past. We're here now. Let's just move on." I plead with him. "I better get out; your spawn will be out soon and ready for breakfast," I tell him as I tiptoe and kiss his lips. "Take your time. Frankie and I will be downstairs in the kitchen."

I quickly dry off and get dressed. As I'm coming out of my room, I'm met by Frankie. "Morning mommy." He says as he hugs me, and I try to tame his unruly copper locks. "Morning sweetheart. Did you sleep well?" I pick him up and hug and him as my bedroom door opens.

"Daddy! Do you live with us, now?" He asks as he reaches for Christian. As we make our way down the stairs, Frankie has not taken a breath. He's a regular chatterbox this morning. I smile knowing Christian and Frankie need this time and that Christian is relishing in what he's missed.

"Dad are you living with us, now?" An excited Frankie is bouncing up and down waiting for Christian's answer. Christian looks to me as to how he should respond. "Sweetheart, daddy does not live here," I tell Frankie and see him deflate a little, "but daddy will be around a lot more and he will spend a lot of nights here." I look at Christian with raised brows.

"That's right, buddy I'll be here a lot and I will be staying over a lot." Frankie starts cheering as I make my way to the refrigerator to grab some eggs.

"Dad, I'm glad you'll be around more because maybe you can help mom." I turn to Christian and we're both frowning wondering what Frankie's talking about.

"Help your mom do what, buddy?" I'm wondering what on earth Frankie thinks I need help with.

"Well, I think she hurt herself last night because when I got up to use the bathroom, she kept calling for God, then she yelled." He frowns as he says it.

My face turns tomato red and I instantly turn my back to Christian and Frankie as I try to act busy. I am mortified as I think about my son hearing me have the best orgasm I've ever had in my life. Christian on the other hand is no help as he's doubled over laughing.

He's finally able to control himself and speak. "Buddy, I'll be glad to help mommy out. I think I'm just the right person to ease her pain." He says and that seems to appease Frankie. "Thanks, dad because I tried to go into her room, but the door was locked." He says and Christian instantly burst out laughing again.

"CHRISTIAN!" I turn and glare at him. Frankie has gone off to the family room to watch cartoons until breakfast is ready. "Can you at least act your age in front of your son?"

"You're right, Ana…I-I'm sor…." He burst out laughing all over again and I admit now how funny it is and I too starting giggling. "I'm horrified that he heard us." I turn and start back on the eggs.

"Us?" Christian exaggerates the word. "I kept telling you to be quiet." He says as he wraps his arms around me. "It's ok baby, don't be embarrassed. I have just the right thing to stuff in your mouth." He says as he rubs himself on my butt.

"Keep it up, and there will be nothing for you to stuff anything in, hotshot." And I can't help but laugh at the look on his face.

CPOV

Last night was the best night of my entire life. It's where I belong, with Ana. I never want to leave her bed. I have a lot of years to make up for how I treated her and my absence. She had to go through pregnancy and giving birth alone. I'm so grateful she didn't listen to me all those years ago. My son is perfect. I love him so much.

Breakfast this morning, just like dinner last night was perfect and felt so right. I can't picture going back to Escala. Back to being alone in bed at night. Back to eating in my office. No, I don't want to think about that.

"What's wrong? Why are you frowning?" Ana asks as she sits next to me on her couch.

"Just thinking about how right last night and today felt." I take her hand and kiss it as I continue, "I don't want to go back to Escala, back to feeling and being alone."

"Christian, you are not alone. You don't have to be alone." She scoots closer to me. "How about if I give you space in my closet and a few drawers of your own?" I stare at her as if she's a dream. If this is a dream, then I never want to wake up.

"Ana, are you sure? I don't want to rush you into…." She places her finger on my lips to silence me.

"Christian, I wouldn't have offered if I weren't sure. I don't feel rushed." I can sense she wants to say more.

"What else is it, Ana?" I know something else is bothering her.

"I just…Randi. I don't want to be the reason you called off your engagement. I know after what we did last night, it's a little too late to feel…I don't know, but…" Now, it's my turn to silence her.

"Ana, Randi never meant what you mean to me. Please don't feel bad. You are not the reason I broke off my engagement. Randi is the reason I broke off my engagement. She was entitled and superficial. She only cared about my money and the Grey name."

I go over to her window and look out, "I should have never let it get that far with me and Randi. That is another thing I will regret." I tell her as I think back to how I treated her that day.

"No more, Christian. I mean it. Please let it go." She stands before me and wraps her arms around my waist. She was always good at reading me and knowing what I was thinking.

"No more," I tell her as I kiss her forehead. Just then, we're interrupted by the doorbell. I answer the door and find my dad standing there.

"Christian," My dad greets with a smirk and a wink. I roll my eyes and close the door behind him. I'm never going to hear the end of this.

"Dad, what brings you by?" I ask as Ana wonders back into the room.

"Hello, dear." Dad greets Ana with a hug and a knowing smile making Ana blush.

"I have some news about that case you're working on." Dad puts on his serious face as were head into the family room.

"Ana, I must implore you to please turn this case over to someone else." Dad places the file he's holding on the table. "This case involves some very dangerous men. Men who will wipe out your entire family just to get their point across." What he says sends a shiver down my spine as I think of the night she was in New Orleans.

"Carrick, I have a call with the New Orleans Police Chief, today." I can tell what dad said is having an effect on Ana because she's twisting her hands in her lap.

"Ana, I really want you to cancel the call, but if you won't, I want to be in on that call." She nods her head.

"I'm not even sure we can trust the police chief. I just don't want you to bring this to your doorstep. Though…." He breaks off and runs his hands through his hair. "I think that may be too late." He then looks at me.

"Too late? What do you mean too late?" I stand and start pacing, "What else did you find out, dad?"

Sighing, dad stands and begins to pace, "I dug more into the Fleur-de-lis company and it appears that my long-time friend, Andrew Devereaux is somehow tied to it." Dad rifles through the file and grabs a sheet of paper he hands to me.

Whatever the Fleur-de-lis company is, it's not a good company and it's not run by good people. Looking at this list of "companies" shows it's either run by mobsters or pedophiles. Devereaux Corporation seems to be tied in. I'm not sure if it's a subsidiary or what.

"What the hell!" Is all I can say while reading this, "These people are into money laundering, racketeering, Ponzi schemes, prostitution, sex trafficking…."

"What?!" I look up and see all the color drained from Ana's face. I immediately go over to her. "Ana, baby breathe with me." She mimics my breathing and a little color comes back to her face.

"I need to cancel the call today. I need to contact Jose and have him tell the chief that something came up." Ana says as she grabs her cellphone and begins to type a message to Jose.

"I think that's a good idea, sweetheart," Dad tells her, "I think this needs to be the end of this case for you, Ana." She simply nods in agreement.

"There's something else," I add, "Dad, the Devereaux's are broke. Randi no longer has her trust fund. I think they were banking on me marrying her, so they'd have money."

"I'll be damned," Dad says looking pissed off. "Of course, that's why Elena is here and begging you to marry Randi. They need the money."

"I don't think Elena knows, dad. I think Mr. Devereaux has been hiding it from both Elena and Randi."

"I highly doubt that. There is nothing Elena does not know about Andrew or his business. Hell, she knows how many times a day he pisses and how long it takes him." Dad is visibly upset and rightly so. He just found out his best friend of years was basically selling his daughter to get his son's money.

"I don't know what he's done to squander away his money, but we…you won't be his savior." Dad goes to Ana's bar and pours himself a scotch.

"Bentley Jefferson…that name sounds very familiar." Ana says as she continues to look at the paperwork, "I just don't know where I've heard that name before."

"That's Andrew's right-hand man. Bentley was orphaned at a young age; both of his parents died in a home invasion in which Bentley was spared. His house was next to Andrew's house, so Andrew took him in and raised him alongside Randi." Dad contemplates something for a minute then continues.

"Bentley and Randi were super close growing up; Everyone thought they would get married. I'm sure Elena had something to do with them not getting married." He shakes his head as he gathers his papers and places them back in the folder.

"Well, I've held you kids up long enough. Ana, please don't…"

"Don't worry Carrick. I promise I'm done with this case. I had Jose cancel my phone call with the New Orleans Police Chief." Dad nods at Ana and shows himself out.

"Christian, what if I've already brought doom to my doorstep? If these people are broke and need money, i.e., you, they will stop at nothing to remove any obstacles keeping them from you and your money." She is visibly shaken when she says this.

"Ana, nothing will happen to you, or Frankie. Please know that I won't let anyone hurt either of you."

"Us? What about you, Christian? What if you're harmed?" Ana says as her arms tighten around me.

"They need me…unharmed. The robbers don't blow up the bank with the money still in it." I tell her, "I want you to please agree to tightened security for you, Frankie, and the house."

"Ok," she says. "Ok?" I asked not sure I heard her correctly. "You heard me. I'm not going to argue with you about this. I'm…terrified," she whispers, but I heard her.

"Don't be," I press my lips to hers. She opens and our tongues touch, fighting for dominance. I pour every ounce of my love into this kiss. I want Ana to know that she does not have to be afraid. That I'd never let anything happen to her or Frankie.

My hand moves down and cups her breast giving it a squeeze. This elicits a moan from Ana and makes my dick harder. I slide my hand further south and lift her dress so I can reach my target. Once I make contact with her panties, I feel how wet she is.

"Open your legs for me, Ana." I whisper in her ear as I nip her earlobe. "You are drenched, Ana. Do you want me to take care of you, baby?"

"Yes," she pants out, "Please, Christian."

"Ssssshhhhh, no begging, I have you, sweet girl." I need to be quick because I don't know when Dani and Franklin will be back from the movies.

"You want me to fuck you with my fingers, or my mouth?" I rip her panties and stuff them in my pants pocket.

"Y-your mouth," I smirk as I bite her nipple through her dress. I pull her to the edge of the couch and get on my knees. I make eye contact with her pussy and I see her juices dripping. I run my nose through her folds and inhale. Her nub is so swollen, I'm sure it won't take her long to detonate.

I blow on her clit and she gives me a deep moan that makes my dick weep. I lick her from perineum to her clit and she bows off the couch. "You're going to have to keep still, baby," I tell her as I repeat what I just did. I open her lips and begin licking and sucking. I spear her opening with my tongue, and she arches her back.

"Christian." She moans as her hands move to my hair.

I lick underneath her clit in long strokes as I insert one finger into her tight hole. I begin licking her click like a cat lapping its milk. "Play with your nipples, baby," I tell her and her hands unfasten the halter of her dress and she begins pulling at her nipples and moaning. It's a glorious sight to behold.

My finger never stops fucking her as I watch her playing with her tits. I dive back onto her clit and begin a rhythm of sucking and licking. Suck, lick, double lick, suck, three licks, suck. She's grinding her pussy on my mouth and I can tell she's close because her walls are clamping down on my finger. I insert another finger, as I continue to suck on her clit.

She finally grabs my head with both of her hands and she begins riding my face. It's the best feeling in the world. I take my hand and unbuckle my pants; my dick instantly springs free and I begin to stroke him. Ana's legs stiffen and her movements become erratic. I know she's coming.

"Christian!" She screams as her back arches off the couch. I use that moment to thrust my dick inside prolonging her orgasm.

"Dammit, Ana." I grit out, "You are so fucking wet and tight." I know I'm not going to last long. I maneuver her on the couch where she's laying down. I throw one leg on the back of the couch and the other let over my shoulder and I began to pound her pussy.

I'm watching her tits bounce up and down as I pound into her. If I don't stop watching her tits, this will really be over with quickly and I want to give her one more orgasm. I lean forward and kiss her, "You are so beautiful, my love. Your. pussy. feels. amazing." All you can hear are our moans and the juices from her pussy.

"I'll never get enough of fucking you, Ana. You make my dick hard just thinking about you." I feel that familiar tingle in my spine. I move my hand between us, and I begin to rub her clit. "Come on baby, give me another one."

Ana's eyes roll back in her head and her walls clamp down on my dick making me coat her walls with my seed. I pump three more times and collapse on top of Ana.

"Shit, Ana," I manage to breathe out, "That was amazing."

"Your dick should be placed in a museum," Ana says making me smile.

"Then everyone would see it," I tell her.

"You're right, forget I said that." She giggles, "We better get cleaned up before Frankie gets home." She pulls up the straps on her dress and begins making her way upstairs.

"I'm going to have a quick shower, care to join me?" And she does not have to ask me twice. I join her on the stairs, and we make our way to the shower.

GPOV

I pull outside of my favorite restaurant and hand my keys to the valet. As I enter, I see my favorite hostess. "Hello, Dr. Grey. How have you been?"

"Wendy, wonderful to see you, dear. I have been well. You? How is Matthew? It's almost time for his check-up."

"I'm doing well. Matthew is doing well. Yes, ma'am, his check-up is scheduled for next Tuesday." She answers as she leads me to my usual table.

"Good I can't wait to see him." I tell her as I sit down.

"Your usual?" She asks.

"But of course, sweet girl." I smile at her, "I'm meeting someone for lunch so please be sure to show her back as soon as she arrives."

"Of course, Dr. Grey." She smiles and walks off.

I'm not kept waiting long as Wendy comes back with my drink and my guest.

"Grace, dear I'm so happy you called me."

"Elena, of course, we have some issues to discuss and some things to get resolved."

Hello, all I'm sorry for keeping you waiting so long. Things have been very hectic in RL. September 2019, my son tore his ACL and had to have surgery. He's a running back for his high school football team. It turns out during his surgery; he tore his ACL and had two meniscus tears. Afterward, he had months of PT. July 1st, he has officially been cleared to return to sports full time, but he must wear his brace. This pandemic hit and I've been working from home since March. I thank God I still do have a job because there are many who lost their jobs. I will get this story wrapped up, as well as my other story. I have another story in the works, but I will get this story, and Secret Admirer finished first. Thank you for your patience. Please stay safe and stay inside if you don't have to go out.