Chapter 26

I'm sitting at my desk, daydreaming about last night. The way Christian came into the apartment, put my finger in his mouth and sucked, made my legs so weak that I'm surprised I didn't collapse where I stood. And that tongue of his. He knows how to work it and work it right. I never, ever would have thought that anyone would be able to get me going and off with just their tongue alone. But that is until I met Christian. And his big co...

RING RING RING

My work phone goes off before I can start to imagine Christian's big...

RING RING RING

I let out a big sigh as I pick up the phone. "Piper Publications. Ana Steele speaking."

"Hi, dear. It's me, Grace. I hope I didn't catch you at a busy time." Grace's sweet voice fills my ear.

"I'm not busy at all, Grace. I'm actually on my lunch break."

"Oh, good. I hope you don't mind, but I asked Christian for your number. I needed to speak with you about something. I know this might feel a little akward because you and Christian have just started dating."

"Grace, don't be silly. You know I am completely comfortable with you. So don't even think that way."

"Oh, darling, that is wonderful to hear. I just didn't know if it was proper mother/girlfriend etiquette. I don't want to come off as one of those mothers and scare you off." She chuckles.

"You are not one of those." I chuckle back. "So what did you want to talk to me about?"

"Well, last night, I got a call from Jose..." she begins.

"Jose?" I ask curiously.

"Yes, dear. He was asking if I had found a replacement photographer for this Saturday. And I told him that I was still looking for one. He then asked if it was okay with me if he could still do the job. I didn't know what to say. Since the day he quit, I've been trying to find another one to take his place, but everyone's all booked up. Then I remembered that you said that you would be okay if Jose were to attend the party. So, I reluctantly gave him his job back. I was calling to let you know the situation and see if you're still okay with him coming."

I can hear it in her voice, how much she needs Jose to do this party. I don't want to ruin this for her. I've seen the end results of what great lengths Grace goes through for her events. So I know she has probably put ten times that into Christian's party. Her baby boy.

"Grace it's not a problem. He's just going to be taking pictures. Jose and I can be civilized with one another. You are having it in your home and it's your party. I wouldn't dare cause a scene. And even though Jose and I aren't together, I know he feels the same way. So you have nothing to worry about."

"Thank you, darling. I've been so worried that I wouldn't find anyone and Jose asking to do it, has been a weight lifted off of my shoulders. It is one less thing to worry about."

"I'm glad you got that out of the way. Do you still have a lot to do?"

"Just a few odds and ends. But that pesky photographer gig was the last thing I had to deal with." She breaths a sigh of relief. "And I feel even more relieved, now that I know that you are totally fine with Jose doing this. Thank you, Ana."

"You don't have to thank me."

"I know. But the thank you is also for having to deal with my sweet Christian. I know how hard he can be at times. And you took him on, full force and I've seen so much change in him, even before you two got together." She laughs nervously. "I mean, not that you were with Christian while you were with Jose. I, uhh..."

"I understand what you meant, Grace. You don't have to explain yourself." I try to reasure her. I hope that she doesn't think that way of me though.

"See, I'm turning into one of those mothers now." She mumbles. "I better let you get back to your lunch before something else stumbles out of this mouth of mine."

"Ummm, Grace, one more thing before you go. Do you have a dress code for the party? I don't want to show up and I'm under-dressed or over-dressed."

"We're having the party out in the back, under a big tent. And I checked the weather for Saturday, and it's going to be a warm night. So a flowy maxi or a sundress would be fine, darling. Just a casual summer surprise party."

"Sounds great. I know I have something laying around in my closet. Thank you, Grace. I'll see you Saturday."

"Wonderful, dear. I'll see you then. Bye."

"Bye." I hang up the phone and then fall back into my chair.

I can't believe that Jose is going forward with shooting Christian's birthday party. I know he's a professional. I've witnessed it first hand how he handles himself on the job. But I feel as if this time it's a different story. He's willing to come and shoot a surprise party for the man who is now with his ex-girlfriend. I wonder what could have changed his mind.

Christian's POV

It has been none stop this whole fucking day. Meetings with investors, business calls, and lunch with a potential client.

After the busy morning I had, I finally get to sit in my office and admire the view from my seat. Downtown Seattle is busy this time of day, with all the people walking along the sidewalk, and cars driving up and down the streets. And all I can think of, as I sit here, is Anastasia. I want to hold her in my arms, kiss her beautiful, smooth skin and breath her in. There is no where I'd rather be at this moment, but with her.

I look down at my watch and see that its 4:30. I know Anastasia gets off of work at 5pm. I think I'll surprise her and wait for her outside when she gets out.

"Taylor, get the SUV ready. I'll be down in 5."

I get up from my chair, loosen my tie and unbutton the top button. Looking around, I make sure I don't need anything to take home with me to look over or review. Nothing.

I feel like a fucking school kid as I lock up my office. It's this new feeling deep down inside of me. I now have something to look forward to when I get off of work. Even if she sticks with her plan of waiting to move in with me, it wouldn't matter to me. As long as I know that Anastasia is mine and no longer Jose's, I'll take it. I couldn't have asked for greater birthday present.

"Have a great night, sir." Andrea says, as I walk past her.

I spin around to face her. "Thank you, Andrea." I smile at her as she looks at me confused. "And, Andrea?"

"Umm, yes, sir." She mumbles.

"Remind me tomorrow to give you a raise." I must really be in a great mood. But I know she deserves it after all. She puts up with all of the shit I put her through.

"Thank you, sir." She says, still with a confused look on her face. I turn around, and walk towards the elevator.

"See you tomorrow, Andrea." I call out as I walk into the elevator and the doors close behind me.

...

We made it just in time, as I see Anastasia walking out of Piper. She is not alone as she walks with two other woman. They're laughing and talking, walking towards the car. I open the door and slide out, catching Ana by surprise. All three of them stop in their tracks as a shy smile grows on Ana's face. Her colleagues, stand there, staring at me. Fuck, not this again.

"Christian. What are you doing here?" She takes a step towards me, looking over her shoulder at the pair of drooling women behind her.

"I wanted to surprise you, baby, and pick you up." I take her hands into mine, pulling her into me for an embrace. I bury my nose into her hair and breath her in. "I missed you all fucking day." I whisper into her hair.

"I missed you too, Christian. But you didn't have to pick me up. Jess was going to give me a lift home." She kisses my chin, and pulls back, out of my arms. This woman is going to be the death of me.

"Well, I'm here now. Won't you let me take you home, Anastasia?" I ask.

She nods, biting down on her lip. "Okay." She breathes, turning around to face her friends.

"Oh, umm, where are my manners? Jess. Em. This is Christian. Christian. Jess and Em." Ana introduces us to each other. But what she doesn't know is that I've looked through everyone's file that works at Piper, and I already know who they are. I like to know who works for me at all times. And I make sure to take time off to look through each and every employees files.

"Nice to meet you Christi... I mean, Mr. Grey, sir." Jess seems flustered as she tries to speak.

"Mr. Grey, it is an honor to be working for you, sir." Em steps forward, a little too close and is invading my personal space. Anastasia can see how uncomfortable I feel as she tries to keep in her laugh. "I have always admired the work you have done all across the world." Em flutters her eyelashes at me.

"Thank you, girls. It's nice to meet you both. But if you don't mind, I'll be taking Anastasia with me now."

"Okay, Em, give Christian a little breathing space." Anastasia steps in between us and Em snaps out of her trance.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... I wasn't..."

I open the door to the SUV and hold out my hand to help Ana in. "Baby, are you ready?" I smile at her.

"Yeah, I am. Bye guys. See ya tomorrow." She waves at them and takes my hand. Before she enters the SUV she plants a sweet kiss on my lips. And I swear that I heard both girls sigh with longing for what we have. Anastasia pulls back and opens her eyes. I am met with her crystal blues. "Thank you, Mr. Grey." She breathes.

...

"Where to, sir?" Taylor asks as I shut the door.

I lift up a finger to Taylor to give me a second as I turn to Anastasia and take her hand into mine. Bringing it up to my lips and laying kisses on each knuckle.

"Would you like to come with me to pick up the clothes I'm wearing for Saturday?" I ask her.

"Saturday? What's going on Saturday?" She cocks her head to the side, staring at me intently.

"Don't act like you don't know. I overheard Grace a few weeks ago asking your ex-boyfriend of yours to shoot the surprise party she's having for me. And she asked him to invite you. I know he must have mentioned it to you in between the time that I stole you away from him."

She pulls her hand out of mine and smacks me good on my arm.

"You did not steal me away from Jose and you know that." She pouts.

"Fine, I charmed the pants off of you," I cock my eyebrow up at her and grin. "and you willingly left Jose to be with me. Is that better?"

"No, that's not any better. But that's not what we're talking about." She turns her body, facing the front and crosses her arms in front of her. "And yes, Jose did tell me about the party."

I scoot closer to her and wrap my arms around her, pulling her into my lap. Ana nestles her head into the crook of my neck and sighs. I don't think I can feel any happier then I do right now. Having the woman that changed my whole world around, in my arms. Who would have thought that I would ever find a woman like her? A woman who takes me for who I am and is not afraid to question me. And oh, how I fucking love how she pushes my buttons with that damn smart ass mouth of hers. It might now seem like it, but no one, not even Elena, has had this power over me, like Anastasia does.

"Christian?" Ana's voice interrupts me of my thoughts.

"Yes, baby?" I murmur, laying my cheek on top of her head and hugging her tighter.

"So, were you going to ask me to be your date to your party, or what?" She giggles. I can feel her trying to look up at me through her lashes. I cup her face into my hands, and she leans into my touch. I move in close, as I lay my forehead onto hers.

"Anastasia," she bites on her lip, making my mind switch directions and a twitch in my pants. I think she feels it because she wiggles against me, causing me to harden even further. "as much as I want you right now, don't forget, we're not alone." I whisper, nudging my head in the direction of Taylor, who is sitting in the front driver's seat.

She releases her lip, her mouth forming a perfect little o, as she exhales. "But Mr. Grey," she whispers back. "I know he's there... sir." She flutters her eyelashes and smirks at me. I don't think I've ever seen a smirk as sexy as the one she just flashed me.

"Ms. Steele, you are a naughty little thing. And you know what happens to naughty girls?" I brush my thumb along her mouth. I make my way back again, when she opens her mouth, taking my thumb into her welcoming wet mouth. Her tongue is swirling around the tip. I close my eyes, relishing the sensation. Wishing it was something else she was sucking on. I slowly pull my thumb out, making a popping noise.

"I don't know, but I'm hoping you can show me." Her eyes have darkened and are hooded. With that look alone, I know she's ready for me.

"Baby, I will. Trust me." We stare into each other's eyes. Wanting gray to needing blue.

I hear Taylor clear is throat and I realize we haven't moved from where we were parked. We're still in front of Piper. I hesitantly turn my head to face Taylor.

"Taylor, to Ms. Acton."

"Sir." Taylor nods.

Anastasia's POV

When we arrive at Neiman Marcus, we are greeted by Caroline's drooling assistant. She doesn't even acknowledge me, as she starts to speak with Christian. He interrupts her to introduce me, but she doesn't take her eyes off of him long enough to even look in my direction. Christian leans in towards me, skimming my ear with his lips and whispers a sorry as he excuses himself to speak with said assistant. All the while, I keep one watchful eye on her and the other is secretly rummaging through the racks of summer dresses. I am lost in a mix of floral patterns, pastels, and bright, bold colors. And before I know it, I've gravitated towards the rack and left Christian to fend for himself against the drooler.

Taking my time, I look over each beautiful dress, one by one. Sliding the hanger over after each dress I ooh and aww over. I'm almost to the end when I slide over a minty green, short sleeved high low dress to reveal a cute, spaghetti strap, chiffon, floral print dress. I pull it out, holding it flush against my body. It's short, hitting me a little below mid thigh.

The price tag sways from side to side on the tag of the dress. I can't help but look, taking the tag between my fingers. My eyes go wide as I see the price of the dress. Wow! This dress cost about a check and a half for me. I pout to myself, running my hand down the dress.

"If you want it, baby, just get it." Christian startles me making me drop the dress on the floor.

"Jeez, you really know how to get someone's blood flowing." I bend over, picking up the dress and hang it back onto the rack. I feel Christian's arms snake around my waist, pulling me in close against his body. His chin comes to a rest on my shoulder.

"Baby, I'm a talented man. I can get other things flowing too. Want me to show you?" He smiles against my neck.

"Christian." I admonish, slapping him on his arm.

"It was worth a shot." He shrugs, lifting his head from my shoulder, he spins me around to face him. His face has turned serious in a matter of seconds. But he looks as sexy as ever. I'd even say even more. "Pick out a dress, Anastasia. Hell, pick out 5 or 6 or even 10 or take the whole rack if you want. It doesn't matter to me." I look away from him about to roll my eyes at how arrogant he is when it comes to his money. "And before you roll your eyes at me or you refuse my offer, I want you to know that you're going to have to get use to this. I know it's a big change from what you're use to, but you are with me now. And I want to spend money my money on you. Let me..."

"But..." I interrupt.

"Anastasia." Christian's eyes are burning a hole into me, and I can see his jaw tensing up.

You're about to piss him off. You better just shut your mouth. Oh, shut up. I don't care if he gets mad at me. I have a right to say something.

"Christian." I pull my chin out of his hold. "I don't want you spending your hard earned money on me. Yes, we're together now, but that doesn't mean you can go buying me a $650 summer dress. I mean, I can just go to Forever 21 and buy myself the same dress for $15."

"It doesn't matter if the dress was a $1,000 or even $5. I want to get it for you." His face is inches away from mine. "You won't let me buy you a damn car to let you get around, so the least you can do, is let me buy you a damn dress that you'll be wearing to my fucking birthday." He says through gritted teeth.

There you go. Told you to keep your mouth shut.

"God, Christian, you are so hard headed. I don't want you to buy me a fucking dress, alright!" I cross my arms in front of me. My face is hot and if it was possible, I know steam would be blowing out of my ears.

I don't believe what I'm seeing. As I stand here, pissed off at Christian, he's trying to hold back a growing smile.

"What the hell is wrong with you? What are you smiling at?" I ask him, furrowing my brows.

He takes a step towards me as I watch him cautiously. Leaning down to meet my gaze, he kisses me between my brows.

"You know, you look really fucking sexy when you're mad." He whispers darkly. "And I really want to fuck you right now."

"Umm, well, we... uhhh." I can't even string together a sentence because the look on his face has me distracted. I don't even know what I was mad about.

"Come with me." He steps back, holding his hand out to me. "And grab that dress you were looking at."

I shake my head to rid the trance Christian has me under. It will not work. "No, I will not! Just because you look at me that way and say those things to me, you think I'm just going to forget why I'm mad at you and do what you tell me to do?" I scoff. "I don't think so."

"Anastasia..." I see Christian's Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallows hard. "Please..." He clears his throat. Wow, is it that hard for him to be polite? "just do it."

"Fine, Christian." I huff, and I do as I'm told, grabbing the floral dress off of the rack by the hanger. Dress in one hand, Christian's hand in the other.

"Julie, Ms. Steele is going to try on this dress."

"Okay, Mr. Grey." The woman purrs. "I'll show her to the dressing room."

"No, it's quite alright. I'll show her myself." He's short and to the point.

"Are you sure, sir? It will be my pleasure." She slowly enunciates the last word, her lips forming a pout when she's done.

"Come, Anastasia." He walks past her, ignoring her attempts of trying to seduce him. And as I pass her, I can't help but give her a yes-that's-my-man-so-back-off face. Her face falls in defeat, knowing she can't win this battle.

Christian pulls me into the dressing room, closing the door behind us. The room is huge, with 3 mirrors in the corner. Two of the are positioned at an angle. There is also a circular platform right in front of them, a chair right next to it and one long couch against the wall. I hear, rather then see, Christian sit down onto the couch. I turn to him, and see that he's made himself comfortable. He's laying back onto the couch as his long arms are stretched out on the top and his equally long legs are stretched out in front of him too.

"Try the dress on, Anastasia. I want to see what it looks like on."

"You're not going to stay in here while I change, are you?"

"I've already made myself comfortable on this couch. Plus, it's not like I haven't seen you naked before, baby." He throws his hand up, signalling me to proceed.

He's right. I just have to try on this damn fucking dress and we'll be done. Then we can get out of here.

I walk to the wall next to the mirrors. I hang the dress onto the hook on the wall. I look back, over my shoulder to see Christian, sitting there, watching my every move. I turn back around and start to unbutton my black chiffon blouse. I slip it off, placing it on the seat of the chair.

"Go on." He urges.

I untuck the white tank top that is tucked into my black pencil skirt, and pull it over my head. Placing it on top of my blouse. Reaching around to the back of my skirt, I unzip it, tugging it down as it pools at my feet. I hear a low groan come from behind me as I step out of the skirt and bend down to pick it up, adding it to the pile of clothes on the chair. I take another glance behind me, and the look on Christian's face is intense. His eyes hooded, stormy gray eyes are roaming up and down the length of my body, licking his lips. He looks as if he's going to pounce on me at any moment. The thought of him, taking me here, right now, has me clenching my thighs together. The possibilities of how and where he can fuck me, flood my mind. And knowing Christian, he's thinking the same thing.

I breath in deeply through my nose and reach for the dress, sliding it off of the hanger. Slipping the dress over my head, I pull it down, over my body and smooth down any wrinkles. I make sure everything looks okay before I turn around to show Christian. I walk in the front of the mirror and twirl around, giggling to myself. It does look really nice on me, I think to myself.

"It looks fantastic on you, baby." Christian says as I see him in the mirror, standing behind me. I spin around to face him, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him down to meet my lips. I lay a soft, tender kiss on his lips.

"Thank you." I smile against his lips. "But you're still not buying it for me, even if it does look great on me and it fits like a glove." I sigh.

"Will you stop being so stubborn, and just let me buy you this damn dress?" He growls.

"What's the magic word?" I cock my head to the side.

"If I say it, will you let me buy it for you?"

"Say it." I nudge my nose against his.

A big smile plays on his lips. "Fine." He huffs. "Please, Anastasia, will you let me buy this dress for you." He mumbles.

"I'll think about it."

"Oh, you'll think about it, will you?" He chuckles, looking down at me with a sparkle in his gray eyes.

"Why do you have to do that?" I whine.

"Do what?" He asks curiously.

"Look at me like that. It makes me stop from wanting to stay mad at you."

"I'm looking at you like I always do, baby. And how can you stay mad at this." He pouts, knowing that is my weakness.

And before I know what I'm doing, I lunge at him, meeting his lips with mine. I kiss him with everything I have. I missed him today, and all I've been waiting for, was to be alone with him. And I don't care that we're in a dressing room, with the possibility of people standing outside the door. I want this man, and I want him now. He. Is. Mine.

Christian grabs at the hem of the dress, pulling it up and over my head.

"I don't want to mess this thing up. I would love for you to wear this to the..." I reach for his cock, grabbing him through his pants. "Baby." He moans. "Fuck that feels good." He throws the dress onto the couch. I'll get that thing dry cleaned tomorrow. I give myself a mental note.

He reaches around to the back of me, as our mouths crash back down to each other and our tongues meet, sparking the need for him inside of me. I feel my bra loosen and Christian grabs at the straps, pulling it off of my body and throwing it over to the couch. He reluctantly pulls away, and takes a step back.

"You have the most perfect body, Anastasia. Fuck, how did I get so fucking lucky?"

"I don't know if I can answer that question, but I can tell you that you can get lucky right now, Mr. Grey." I bite down on my lip as he rushes me, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. Turning around, he walks towards the couch and lowers me down onto it.

"That was a given, Ms. Steele." He grins, kneeling down in front of me, taking my right foot into his hands, and sliding off my high heel. Christian brings my foot up to his lips, placing a light kiss onto the pad of my big toe. I giggle at the new sensation, as it sends a shiver down my spine. He smiles again, and continues on his journey. Placing kisses to my inner step, the heel of my foot, my ankle and then he stops, looking up at me. The anticipation of what he's going to do to me is driving me crazy. He places my foot onto his shoulder and starts to nibble at my calf, making his way to the side of my knee, where he starts to lick and suck at the sensitive nerves. I would have never imagined how turned on I could get by just some knee play. He scoots in, my knee is now resting on his shoulder as he continues to run his tongue down my thigh. He reaches the fold of my leg, licking up and down the edge of my thong. Then, before I can blink, he buries his nose into the apex of my legs, taking a deep breath in. "Shit, baby. You smell good enough to eat." He murmurs. "And I think I will." Running his index finger down, over my clit, I let out a small moan. He's teasing me now, and I don't know how much longer I can hold out. He runs his finger back up, pressing a little harder as he passes over my sensitive button again.

"Fuck, Christian, what the hell are you waiting for? An invitation to get inside? Just fucking do it already!" I groan in frustration as Christian looks up at me surprised of my outburst.

He licks his lips. "Yes, ma'am."

Taking me by the waist, he pulls me down a little, positioning me to a more comfortable spot for him to start his task. Lifting my other leg, he pulls off the other heel and throws it over his shoulder. He pulls my thong to the side to uncover the hidden treasure. I can't help but push up, trying to meet his face with my wet folds. Before I can come back down onto the couch, he pulls me to his face, holding onto me by my waist, my back arched.

This time, without hesitation, he lunges right in, licking up the juices that are dripping. I close my eyes, relishing the feeling of his tongue all over me. Licking me up and down.

"Uhhh, Christian. That feels so good." I breathe.

He continues his assault, plunging his tongue into me, and swirling it around inside of me. In and out In and out. I can feel the heat radiating off of his tongue inside of my core. In and out. And just when I feel like I'm about to come, he stops. I look up at him confused.

"Why did you stop?" I ask in frustration.

He takes my legs, one at a time, lowering them back onto the floor.

"I want you to watch me fuck you." He stands up, extending his hand to me. I take it as he pulls me to stand.

We walk over to the mirrors and he lets go of my hand. He takes the chair with my work clothes on it and places them on the platform. Positioning the chair in the middle of the mirrors, the back of the chair facing them, he motions me over to him. Cupping my cheeks, he brings his face down to mine, licking my lips and pushing his tongue into my mouth. I can taste myself on his tongue. I kiss him back, his hands sliding down my body. He stops at my breasts, kneading them in his strong hands. His thumbs running over my nipples. Hardening at each pass. My head flies back, but that doesn't stop him from kissing me on my neck.

"Baby, I want you. Please, just fuck me already." I moan.

"As you wish." He mumbles against my neck.

Christian stands up straight, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. Hooking his thumb into his pants and boxers, he pulls them down. His cock is hard and definitely ready for me. Sitting down on the chair, he pulls me to him. His head nuzzling my stomach.

"Wait." He says, reaching down for his pants and searching in his pockets. "Ahh, huh!" Holding up the condom packet in triumph, he rips it open, fast, and slides it down his erection.

He sits on the chair and I maneuver myself, placing my legs on each side of him. I hover over him as he watches me. Placing his hands on my hips again, he lowers me slowly onto his cock. I slam down onto it, taking Christian by surprise. His head flies back in ecstasy, eliciting a big groan from his beautiful, tasty mouth.

"Anastasia." My name comes roaring out of his mouth. "You are so fucking tight, baby. Shit." He mumbles.

Using my leg strength, I lift myself back up, having to go onto my tippy toes to reach the tip of his cock, I slowly lower myself back down onto him, feeling every inch of him. I keep at this torturous, slow pace as his eyes roll into the back of his head.

"You're killing me." He says, as I slam down again, hard.

I lean forward, placing my mouth next to his ear. I lick along the edge as another moan escapes his lips. "Is that better, Christian?"

"No, its not. Now if you don't mind, Ms. Steele..." He takes a hold of my thighs and picks me up without pulling out. I wrap my arms around his neck. "I'd like to fuck you now."

He tries cautiously to walk over to the mirrors, and I can't help but laugh at his attempt to get us over as safe as possible without tripping on his pants, he presses me up against the cold mirror. Grabbing a hold of my ass, he lifts me up and back down again onto his awaiting cock. With every thrust, he keeps slamming me down harder. I feel myself building, higher and higher.

"God, you're going to make me come, Christian. Fuck me harder, baby. Please." I plead.

He starts to pick up speed as I turn to look at the mirror besides us. I can see his cock thrusting in and out of me.

"You like that, baby? Watching me fuck you like this?"

All I can do is nod my head because I can feel myself close to the edge of no return.

"I'm going to come, Christian."

"Don't." He pulls out fast, lowering me to the ground. "Put your hands on the mirror, Anastasia."

I do as I'm told as I feel his cock slide back into me. I close my eyes, as he keeps fucking me.

"Open your eyes. Watch us, baby."

I slowly open my eyes and look to the mirror in front. I can see Christian's forehead glistening from sweat. His face is serious as he keeps thrusting his hard cock into me. I can hear our skin slapping against each other with each thrust. I feel Christian's left hand leave my waist as he gathers my hair into his hand. He tugs at it, my head falling back. I turn to watch in the mirror to my left. And I can't wait any longer. The sight of him fucking me as I watch, is too much for me. I have to come.

"Christian." I scream his name as I pulsate around him.

"I love it when you come. You look so fucking sexy." He says. I didn't even notice as he watched me. "And it makes you even more tighter. Fuck." He thrusts a couple of more times, calling out my name as he comes. Pulling out of me, he places a kiss onto my back. I smile at him through the mirror and his gray eyes light up.

KNOCK KNOCK

We hear a light knock at the door and I spin around to face Christian.

"Mr. Grey? Is everything alright in there? I heard some shouting." Julie's voice comes through the door.

Christian and I look at each other, holding in our laughs. He's about to answer her, when I put my finger to his lips to stop him.

"Julie, we're okay. No need to break down the door to save Mr. Grey." I bite my lip to stop from laughing.

"Oh, okay then. I'll be waiting outside when you two are done." We hear feet shuffling away, giving us the okay to bust up.

As our laughter subsides, Christian takes me into his arms, holding onto me tight.

"I don't think I've had this much fun in, well, ever." He squeezes me in tighter. "I love you, Anastasia." He whispers.

I gasp in surprise, and I feel Christian stiffen up. Did I just hear what I thought I heard?

"Fuck. I didn't mean to say that. I mean, I did, but... Shit."

"I love you too, Christian." I lay my head on his chest. Listening to his heart beating at a mile a minute.

"Do you really?" He asks cautiously.

"I do. I love you, Christian Grey." I give him a peck on his chin.

"And believe me when I say it. I love you too, Anastasia Steele."

We stand there, in silence holding onto each other. Nothing else is said and nothing has to. I know he meant what he said and I did too. I do love Christian, even though we haven't been together long, it seems like we've known each other forever. In the corner of my eye, I can see Christian beaming from ear to ear in the mirror. His smile touching his eyes.

"You ready to go, baby?" He asks, holding me by my shoulders at an arms length.

"Yes, I am."

Christian's POV

As we walked out to the car, Taylor walks towards us, taking our clothes from my hand and to the car. We follow behind, and I open the door of the SUV for Anastasia, and she freezes.

"What's wrong, Anastasia?"

She turns towards me, this time, taking my face into her hands.

"I don't want you to think I'm coming home with you tonight because you told me you love me. But I would like to go back to the apartment with you, if that's alright?" She lets go of my face, watching for my reaction.

"Who am I to complain? You know I wouldn't say no. And since you brought up the subject, does that mean you'll move in?" I give her my panty busting smile. I've used this look before, and know the power it holds.

"I said I'd stay over tonight. I never said I was moving in permanently." She shakes her head.

"You and that mouth." I shake my finger at her.

...

Once we're back at the apartment, Gail fixes us each a plate for dinner. We talk about work and how much her and Matt are getting along better now that they worked it out. I tell her about work and how close I am from closing a deal. After dinner, Anastasia washes up, even though I protest. I let her know that Gail would do it later because it's her job. But of course, she ignored me and still did it anyway. I let Anastasia know that I have to check a few of my emails before I join her for bed. I tell her to go ahead and take a shower and I'll be with her before she even finishes.

When I'm done in my study, I walk into the room. I hear the shower still going and decide to join Ana. After a little bit of messing around, which included both of us cleaning/groping each other, we decided to get out.

Both of us slip into our pajamas and into bed. I take her into my arms, her back to my front.

"Goodnight, Mr. Grey."

"Goodnight, Ms. Steele." I turn over, turning off the bedside lamp.

"Christian?"

"Yes."

"Are you going to ask me?" She whispers.

"Huh? Ask you what?"

"To be your date to your birthday. You never had the chance to ask me."

"Okay." I laugh. "Will you be my date for my birthday, Anastasia?"

"Can I think about it?" She giggles.

"Go to sleep." I command.

"Fine."

"Oh, and Anastasia?"

"Yes, Christian."

"I love you."

A/N2: Hey guys! Phew, that was the longest chapter I've written so far. I hoped you guys enjoyed it. Now, I want to thank all the old and new followers and faves. I never would have thought I would reach 500+ followers. This is a big milestone for this little story. Thank you guys for being so patient with me. Just know, when I do find time to write, I do.

The next chapter is going to jump a few days. It will start from Friday night and take us into Saturday, the big surprise party. I know it's been a long time coming, but it's finally here. Thanks again, everyone. I wouldn't be where I'm at without you guys. You guys are the greatest!