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A/N: Here it is! The sequel to the sequel... I've made a trilogy! Boom! So... New adventure for our pair and it's going to be nail bitingly juicy ;)
I hope you enjoy... Longer chapters to come! Promise!
Fifty Degrees of Love – Chapter One
What was the stupid argument about again?
She didn't even know now, but she knew was stupid and insignificant. It didn't matter, it was pointless, but it had sent her husband on the warpath and he left for a business trip before the crack of dawn and before kissing her goodbye.
Their last moments before he went away were rife with cold attitude and hurtful words and now she had been in this house on her own now for thirty two hours and if she had to admit it, she was close to crawling the walls.
Admitting defeat, she picked her phone up off of the side and went straight for Christian's number. Taking her fingers on Christian's desk before her – a place she had sat for hours already – and waited for him to pick up.
"Ana," Christian's tone became across the phone line taut and hard. "I said I would see you when I was home."
"I'm sorry," Ana spoke over him fiercely. She wanted this over. This had run well over its course.
And then it seemed her husband broke, "Me too," He whispered back, the harshness disappeared and back was her sweet man. "God, baby, we fought for no reason whatsoever and I regret it."
"Me too," She replied in a similar manner to him. "I don't even remember what the argument was about, but I hate it. I want you home." Her last sentence was more or less a whimper of sorts, a cathartic plea, a yearning to have him here.
"I am coming home," Christian breathed down the line. "Don't ever let me leave the house again with an argument between us. I hate it. I never want that to happen.
"Never," Ana responded breathlessly and her voice became nothing more than a whisper, "I love you so much, Christian. The past two days have been horrible."
"They're over now," Christian soothed her instantly in a calm tone. It was as though she had broke the ice and with his mood, he was less fierce and dominating now. "I just want to be home with you now, baby."
Ana's smile finally replaced the sad expression she had been wearing and she was more at ease. "Then hurry up and come home, Mr Grey, and just think of the makeup session waiting for you," Ana literally purred at him over the phone. She was now filled with excitement rather than guilt and worry. Her husband was coming home to her – not for an argument, but to make love to her.
Exactly how it had been for the past fourteen months of their marriage.
Sinking back into her seat, Ana felt relaxed and content all over again. Her nerves weren't doing some manic dance on her and she wasn't in a panic that she would go home to ice kingdom like they had left it.
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Problematic
Date: 14th June 2014, 11:09
To: Anastasia Grey
I never wanted to leave the house this morning like. Now I don't want to leave the make up.
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.
From: Anastasia Grey
Subject: Tempting
Date: 14th June 2014, 11:11
To: Christian Grey
I feel the same but our empires don't run themselves. Save it, Mr. Grey. I can tell you now I will be at home waiting for your last meeting to end.
Anastasia Grey
CEO, Fifty Shades Publishing House
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Not helping
Date: 14th June 2014, 11:15
To: Anastasia Grey
Oh, six PM is just too far away. You, my wife, are just a minx.
P.S. I will never get used to the new publishing house in Seattle.
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.
Ana smirked as she read that last piece of the email.
Ana understood that writers came in all shapes and sizes with all differing types of imaginations and each needed to be nourished and inspired to the best of their ability. Just like her husband, people had imaginations of fifty shades. Some could bring in a romantic novel filled to the hilt with love and sex and passion and then the next novel they produced could be dark and devilish. Ana loved that about authors.
It was what she valued most.
From: Anastasia Grey
Subject: I had great inspiration
Date: 14th June 2014, 11:21
To: Christian Grey
You seem to get I speak from experience. I love my fifty shades, baby. Each and every one of them. I could never love you less for them. Like my authors, I could never love them less.
Anastasia Grey
CEO, Fifty Shades Publishing House
From: Christian Grey
Subject: I'm proud of you
Date: 14th June 2014, 11:24
To: Anastasia Grey
It's that passion that makes you a good CEO, Mrs. Grey. Don't ever forget that.
Right, duty calls. Why did I want to become a CEO again?
I miss you, baby. Cannot wait until tonight.
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.
From: Anastasia Grey
Subject: Think of me...
Date: 14th June 2014, 11:28
To: Christian Grey
... in my underwear on our bed. That'll make the meeting fly by.
Back to business - If I knew the answer to that, then I would know why I chose to build a publishing house from scratch.
Now pull on your big boy pants, and I'll see you tonight.
Anastasia Grey
CEO, Fifty Shades Publishing House
Not expecting a reply, Ana just held her phone up to her chest and smiled pleasantly to herself. An argument had disrupted her morning, but now she was living the high life back in the good books with her husband.
They had spent the past fourteen months of marriage in bliss. With normal arguments over socks left lying around, using all the towels up, makeup wipes left of the side. Hell even arguing over meetings and late nights, early mornings and working lunches. It never seemed to matter once they were forgiven for it. They always made it through like they had today.
They had spent the first year of their marriage exploring – Travelling the world, exploring their relationship and they found they were more than a little made for one another. They mad love in Paris, London, Madrid, Japan, Australia. You name it the pair had built their own empires and searched the four corners of the world as well.
And neither regretted the hectic lifestyles because they both lived together – side by side, together, hand in hand.
With the happiness in her system, Ana spent her day with a smile on her face and quite literally skipped home.
Tonight was going to be another notch in her martial bedpost.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Fifty Degrees of Love -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Hearing her husband opening the door, Ana got up, Christian's shirt falling back down her body and she ran across the wooden flooring, sliding until she met him. Their bodies collided with fierce emotion and Ana kissed her husband as though he were her only liturgy and need for breathing.
"Hey Baby," Christian murmured as they broke away. He could see by the spark in her eyes that just lured him right in, "You look happy to see me."
"Gail's gone shopping. Sawyer's busy," She told him, lips pressed against one another as he walked her away from the front door. She had given everyone an excuse to leave the apartment but remain close. She wanted no disruptions apart from the ones her husband would be causing.
"Good, Taylor's parking up and running checks. He said he to not wait," Christian replied back, taking the moment in his hands.
Ana giggled, "Then let's not wait." She saw Christian take the moment and he picked her up. Pinned against the wall, she wasn't even touching the ground. Her legs were around Christian's waist; her arms snaked around his neck, their lips on an assault of one another.
"I'm sorry," Christian almost killed the moment with his apology.
"You don't know what you're sorry for. It was stupid argument, Christian. We were both running our mouths off." She pushed her hands through his hair and leaned in, "I'm not wearing knickers for a reason."
Christian literally released a feral growl as his sexual pull to his wife magnify beyond belief. He made quick work to unzip his pants and pushed them and his boxers down. He didn't keep his wife waiting long in anticipation as he pushed into already wet core and her back sat flush against the wall as he pulled out and thrust into her harder. Her body losing all muscular strength with each pull back of his penis before slamming into the wall in absolute pleasure.
She gasped and lavished the fell of her back hitting the wall and her husband building the arousal of the moment. He held her up, with her legs wrapped around his waist, his hands clawing her back as he neared his own orgasmic high.
As Ana came, her legs tightened around Christian's hips and waist and she whispered his name into his ear as though it were all she could say. This was their forgiveness. This throe of passion only proved that the argument earlier was long forgotten and wasn't driving them apart.
He kept her going until he caved and hit his own orgasm and then just stood, holding her up the best he could, gasping and panting with the lust they had just created around them.
"Let's not leave it to an argument for me to come home to you pantie-less," Christian replied with a keen smirk and a hooded gaze as he felt sated.
Ana giggled, this was the welcome home she had come to love.
Dirty Mr and Mrs Fifty Shades.