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Chapter 53

After I have properly thanked my husband for his generous gift, this time sans jeans, I am lying in his arms tracing the sinew in his chiseled forearm. "We need to get up and spend some time with our children. I've been gone and you've been working long hours. I think they miss us."

"I know. I miss them too." Christian rubs his eyes with his fingers and sighs, "It was so much easier building the company before I had children. It's hard to devote enough time to each one of them."

"I think the kids have priority." I smile up at him and softly press my lips to his ribs. "What did you tell Teddy about his face?"

"What?" he looks down at me, clueless about what I just asked him. "What about his face?"

"I told him he was handsome and he said, 'It's just a face', just like you do. He said that's what you told him."

"Oh, that. We were having the 'pendis' talk, about growing up and somehow we got off on girls and how they would start liking him and he would like them back. I told him that he would probably have girls like him because he would be handsome and that taking advantage of that was not nice. I told him that being handsome meant being a good person on the inside not just handsome on the outside. I don't want him to grow up and take advantage of every piece that throws herself at him because he is good looking and has a lot of money. Believe me it will happen."

He smiles down at me and kisses my head, "I want him to find the right girl and that girl will not be one of those that drops her drawers for him before she even knows him."

"Did he understand?" I ask tentatively wondering if he actually went into that much detail with a seven year old.

"Well, I didn't go into all that much detail right now." Thank God. " I just explained the handsome part. I sort of paved the way for a later talk. It's for his protection as well. I don't want him knocking some little tart up and having to deal with that mess. I mean I want him to have a good time, but be careful and respectful of the girls he gets involved with."

"Gosh. I'm not ready for all of that." I shake my head. "Teddy is a sensitive little boy. I can't see him taking advantage of girls."

"Ever heard the saying, A stiff dick has no conscious?"

"Yes, I believe I have heard something about that somewhere." I give him a soft jab in his ribs with my fist.

" Ow." He feigns pain with a wince. "Well, it's pretty fucking true."

Looking up into his gray eyes I remind him, "Your stiff dick has a conscious."

"My stiff dick has an outlet. And a beautiful one that I love very much." He traces his finger down my cheek. "Teddy will have more hormones than you can imagine and they'll drive him crazy. I just want him to be prepared and understand how to handle them. I wasn't and I went off the tracks."

"But not yet."

"No he's a way off from that. I just don't want it to come as a surprise to him."

"Okay. Time to go shower a little love on our children." I pry myself away from him and we get up walking to the bathroom to clean up. "Do you want to shower?" I ask as I turn on the water and it falls from the rain head.

"If we do that, we'll never make it downstairs." He soaks a washcloth and tries to wash up as I stand under the warm water falling on me in the shower. "Fuck. I'm just a mess. This ain't gonna' cut it." He walks over and gets under the water with me. "Move over. And don't start anything," he warns me.

"No sir. I won't." I tell him as he watches me lave the soapy bath sponge over myself. The lather slides off of my breasts and down my abdomen catching in the brown curls between my thighs.

"Fuck." I hear Christian mutter. I turn to see him leaning toward the wall and pressing his palms against the ceramic tiles of the shower, his head hanging down.

"What is it sweet heart?" I ask as I rinse the foam from my skin.

"Just finish and go dry off," he grumbles at me.

"Christian? What's the matter?" I press the issue.

"Nothing, just hurry up and finish," he growls back at me over his shoulder.

Not being able to leave it alone, I pull at his shoulder forcing him to turn around. As he does I can see his problem. It is at full length and girth and calling my name. "Sweetheart, I'm sorry. Can I help?" I try not to smile.

"NO. Just get finished and get out. I just need a minute to get things under control."

I reach up to put my arms around him. "Stop…. that." He tries to suppress a grin as he pretends to fight me off. " Please. Just give me a minute."

"Okay. I'll meet you downstairs." I give him a quick kiss on his cheek and the exit the shower wrapping myself in a fluffy white terry robe to dry off.

After sliding into a fresh pair of old jeans and a clean, faded T-shirt, I hurry down stairs to see my kids who are playing tug of war with Jack. I think the kids are losing. "Hey, what are you guys up to?" I ask as I walk over to the trio.

"We payin' wif Jack. He twyin' to take a toy." Grace tries to get out as she giggles and tugs at the limp dish towel that Gail has tied a knot in to make a toy. A few moments later Christian hits the family room and falls on the sofa next to me. He's all clean in his worn jeans and a polo shirt with his hair still a bit damp from his shower and he smells incredible. I put my hand on his thigh. "All better?" I ask.

"I believe so, for now anyway." He nods.

Leaning over I rub my nose against his neck and inhale deeply,"Mmmmm. You smell good."

"Don't get started with that." Christian is leans against my lap and props on his elbow as we watch the fray taking place on the floor. "I'm starving. How long before dinner?"

"Gail said about fifteen minutes." I can't help but play with his hair. It's always so curly when it's damp.

"What are we having?"

"I have no idea, but something smells wonderful. It's making my stomach growl."

"Grace, Teddy. Take it easy." Christian grumbles over at the kids. Grace is giggling so hard she pays no attention. They continue pulling and tugging at the limp rag that is secured on the other end by Jack's mouth. Jack shows no sign of relinquishing his claim on the fabric; quite the contrary, he is growling and tugging trying to steal it away from Grace's hold. The harder Jack pulls, the louder Grace squeals and giggles. "NO, Jack. My wag. Gib it to me."

"Jack. No growling." Christian warns the canine. Jack stops to look up at Christian, and he immediately releases his grip on the toy as he bounds over to greet Christian. Before we can move Grace reels backward and falls on the floor banging her head. There is that brief moment of silence before her face wrinkles and the tears begin to flood. Her cry pierces the air and Christian is to her and scoops her in his arms before she can take a breath. "Come here sweetheart. Did you bump your noggin? Let Daddy look at it." Christian has her pressed to his chest and is rubbing her head as he sits on the sofa and cradles her. He spreads kisses on her face and wipes her tears with his thumb. "It's okay baby girl. Don't cry. Daddy's here."

"Here let me see." I sit up and glide my fingers through her hair, feeling her scalp for any lumps or bumps. "I don't feel anything. I think it just knocked the wind out of her." Bending over I press my lips to her and kiss her curls.

"Shh. Shh. Baby." Christian tries to soothe her. It doesn't take long for her to stop the water works and begin to sniffle. Christian sits her up on his lap. "There. Daddy tried to get you not to play so rough." Grace wipes her eyes and pouts; her lower lip almost to the bottom of her chin. Christian tugs at it trying to grab it between his fingers as Grace tries her best not to smile.

"That's my girl. All better?" he kisses her head. She nods but curls back up in his lap refusing to leave. Christian folds her in his arms and she snuggles into him as we watch Teddy and Jack continue the game minus Grace.

"Have you heard anything from the girl?" He quietly asks me softly pursing his lips to his daughter's head.

"No. I hired a couple of nursing students to sit with Tommy so he won't be alone and so that Lorna can't try to take him. The Child Services worker said unless she cooperates and agrees to go to rehab with us taking responsibility, they'll take Tommy into state custody."

"We have to take responsibility?" he looks over and asks.

"Yes. We have to make sure she doesn't run off with him and that she goes to the rehab facility." I try to explain. "Once she is here, Washington will be her state of residence and they will transfer his records to Child Welfare Department here to follow."

Christian nods his agreement without saying anything. "How is your arm? I forgot to ask." He softly strokes my pale shriveled wrist where the cast formerly resided.

"It's fine. I'm just glad to get that thing off. I was supposed to go Wednesday but I was still in California, so they worked me in quickly this morning before I picked up Maggie. I'm just trying to be careful with it. The doctor gave me a brace to wear if I need it."

He picks up my wrist and pulls my fingers to his lips and kisses them then presses his lips to the now healed fracture. "I'm sorry," he softly whispers as though he were saying it to himself.

"It's all better. At least now I can say I've had a broken bone. Just add it to the list of firsts with you, Mr. Grey." I smile over at him.

"I'd rather that one not be on the list, if it's all the same to you."

"Christian, I'm just glad things weren't worse. It could have turned out to be a disaster, but it wasn't. I'm fine and I'm just glad you're okay." I stroke his hair, letting my hand come to rest on his shoulder. "Thank God for Teddy."

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"Christian, what time do you want me at the office tomorrow?" I ask as I slip a nightgown over my head. The fabric hits all my curves as it skims down my naked body and the straps come to rest on my shoulders. Christian has on his boxers and a white undershirt and has already positioned himself on his side, propped on his elbow on our bed watching me and waiting for me to join him.

"I thought you might go in with me. I'm expecting everyone around eleven to sign all the contracts."

Walking over to the bed, I'm still dragging a brush through my hair. As I sit down on the bed I look down at him, "Who all will be there tomorrow?" I ask.

Christian reaches up and tweaks one of my nipples with his thumb and forefinger. "Aaoooww." I smack his butt. "What was that for?"

He gets a wide grin, "It was just there staring me in the face. I couldn't resist."

"So you thought you'd just pinch it?" I glare down at him. "Yeah." He nods nonchalantly.

I reach over and tweak his. "How do you like that?"

"Ouch. That hurts." He grimaces.

"See. Isn't so funny is it? These are not here purely for your entertainment." I gesture to my breasts.

"Sure they are. What else are you gonna' do with 'em?" he asks trying to suppress his grin.

"Same thing you're gonna' do with that." I reach down and barely tweak the end of his resting member through his boxers.

"Shit." He cowers and uses his forearm to protect himself. "Get your hands off of that. Don't abuse the 'pendis'."

"Well, don't abuse the breasts, mister." I tell him with a big smirk on my face.

In one swift move his hand finds its way under the silk of my gown and he gently tugs on the patch of dark curls nestled between my thighs. "How about if I abuse this for a while?" He murmurs with his lips pressed against my neck. "Mmmm. I see you were expecting me," he growls as his fingers sink into my waiting flesh.

Inhaling deeply, "I'm trying to talk to you," I gasp.

"I'm listening," he breathes into my ear. I don't know which is more intoxicating, his mouth against my skin or his fingers gliding back and forth against me, but my head is swimming and I'm finding it difficult to put words together.

"I…uh…I... was just….." as my hairbrush falls to the floor, I turn and snake my arms around his neck and brush my lips against his. They are soft and warm and full. As my tongue gently skims across his lower lip, his mouth opens to me drawing my tongue in to dance with his.

His fingers never leave me; they only increase their intensity gliding back and forth over me causing me to wimper against his mouth. Christian pulls me to him tighter as he pushes me down following me back on our bed. My thighs grant him easy access and his mouth never leaves me as his lips softly glide across mine; flesh against flesh, wetness against wetness, desire matching desire.

As he pulls his mouth from mine, he lifts his head to look down and search my face. My hands move down to his upper arms and my fingers press into his flesh. "God you are so beautiful," he whispers. My breathing is so ragged that I can't even answer him as he is bringing me to a fever pitch. "I…I…" I moan as my eyes meet his.

"Shhh. Just relax and enjoy, baby." He softly bends and kisses my forehead as I continue to writhe below him. Lifting his head he stares down into my eyes that plead with him not to stop. "I'm going to make you come. I want to watch you," he whispers.

"Uh huh.." is all I can manage as I nod my head. I am on the brink and he is pushing me; driving me toward the release he wants me to have. His tongue slides over my chest tasting the salty perspiration between my breasts and he follows it with a soft kiss, then moves his head to take a breast into his mouth, nipping and tugging through the soft white silk. Digging my fingers into his upper arms, my back arches as he sends me over the edge. My eyes open as he lifts his head and our eyes meet just as I am consumed.

"Christian," escapes my lips and he searches my face as he looks down watching me give myself to him. He buries his face in my neck, "You are so fucking beautiful. So fucking sexy. And you are mine." His lips press against my skin as a flush warms my cheeks and spreads across my chest. My climax waning, I relax against him and his hand leaves my thighs and moves to cup my head. Once again his lips meet mine and he gently moves his soft mouth over me. His fingers twist in my hair and I reach up to slide my hands through his hair capturing his curls with my fingers and pulling him closer against me. His other hand floats down my shoulder, caressing my ribs and then my hip. It comes to rest cupping my thigh then pulling my knee up to his waist.

Releasing his hair, my palm moves down over his firm chest and circles under his arm feeling his chiseled back. I'm still consumed in his kiss; still relishing his mouth against mine and his tongue teasing me. My hand drops to cup his exquisite butt and I squeeze as I pull his pelvis firmly against mine. Moving down it finds its way under the cotton boxers; tracing his muscles with my fingers, it moves to his abdomen stroking between the 'V'. He inhales suddenly as my fingers find him and I take him in my hand, squeezing and pulling.

"Oh, fuck," he gasps and his eyes roll back as his lids close. My hand softly moves up and down against him as I feel him twitch in my palm. "Oh God, baby," softly escapes his lips as I push him back and move to lie with my chest pressed against his.

Once again I push my lips against his and draw a breath from him, still pulling and stroking as I feel the first bit of moisture escape him giving my hand ease to continue my caresses. "I love you, Christian," is whispered against his neck as my nose glides up his throat coming to rest just below his ear.

Christian fists his hand in my hair as his other hand cups my breast, massaging and kneading the soft mound. "Oh, God Ana," he murmurs as I increase my pace. I can feel his breathing begin to become ragged as his fist tightens its hold on my hair pulling at the strands. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…" he gasps as I feel him catch his breath and tense. The veins in his chest and neck dilate as he unravels, trembling next to me; spilling out his release. His face and chest begin to flush just before he finds his breath again. "Oh, God I love you," escapes him as he relaxes against me and turns to wrap me in his arms. His head buries itself between my breasts as he softly laves my chest in kisses and I wrap his head with my arms and kiss his hair.

After a few minutes, Christian pulls his boxers off and uses them to clean himself tossing them to the floor and then pulls the cover up over us. I lay my head on his chest as his arms circle my waist pulling me to him.

As I snuggle in against him, "Now again. Who will be there tomorrow?" I ask.

"It will be Harold and Maggie, Bruce and his brother Harold, Jr. Maybe their wives. Our attorneys and their attorneys. Ros. You and me. That's about it," he grumbles back exhausted.

"Goodness. That's enough. Why are Maggie and Harold's boys going to be there since they don't really want to sell anyway?"

"Because they each own part of the company and they will have to sign the contracts to sell."

"What if they don't?"

"Don't what?"

"Don't sign the contracts? What if they refuse to cooperate?"

"They won't."

"What makes you so sure?"

He presses his lips to my forehead to kiss me, "Because I'm going to make them very, (kiss) very ( kiss) rich tomorrow. Besides, Maggie will put them in time out if they don't," he grins.

"I like Maggie. You know she wanted to go to lunch without the daughters- in-law today. I did invite them, but she said she preferred just the two of us."

"I think she probably just wanted to get to know you without all the drama from those two."

"I almost envy her and Harold. Did you know they are selling so they can spend more time with each other?"

"Yes, I knew that." Christian answers. "I think Harold is a very smart man who adores his wife. He made a very good decision."

"Maybe we can do that someday. Just the two of us." I snuggle in next to him and he wraps his arms around me tighter. " We can eat and sleep late and talk and travel…."

"And fuck our brains out."

"…and make love. That is if you're still able at your advanced age."

"Don't worry yourself about that. But I won't be selling anything. Teddy and Grace will have to look after things." He gives me a kiss on my head.

"What if they don't want to?"

"What? Not want to run the company? That'll never happen."

"What makes you so sure?"

"I have very strong entrepreneurial genes, that will dominate your I wanna' read a book genes." He smiles down at me.

"Oh yea?" I return the smile.

"Ooohhh, yes." He closes his eyes and sighs.

"Come here, Mr. Entrepreneur," I move my leg between his as they entwine. It only takes a few moments for me to fall asleep in his arms.