Chapter 25

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What?! Suddenly the seductive background song; Adele’s Make You Feel My Love seems oddly jarring, inappropriate.

09 Make You Feel My Love

I gape at him, disbelieving. The heat of an angry blush stings the apples of my cheeks just as humiliated tears brim dangerously in my miserable eyes. “I… It was…,”

I falter, the shock thieving my coherent thoughts while he cuts me off, barking, “spit it out Anastasia, tell me – now!”

I take a shaky breath, steeling myself when I realise that true Fifty is never far away. I also get a sense that the way I handle this will set a president for the future, I’m livid that he even thinks that I would lie but at the same time, underneath the bubbling anger, I see the inherent insecurity that was horribly compounded by me leaving.

In spite of feeling so small I force a note of certainty into my voice, making sure that I sound unwavering, delivering my message as clear as a bell. “Christian!” I say his name with meaning, to get his attention and to stop him from interrupting me again.

“You hate it when I doubt you, why would you do the same to me?” I look at him pointedly, still disconcerted about the violent shift in the mood between us.

Before he can answer I continue, “apart from being my only lover you excel at it, experienced way beyond what’s regarded as normal.” Even though I try to stay calm I can’t control the indignant rise in my pitch as I gesture in the general direction of everything. “Don’t you think that sometimes that leaves me feeling a little off-balance, unsure of myself?”

His expression changes, doubt in his own rash observation flitting across his face but not quite ready to let it go he remains silent, watching, waiting for me to continue – to put him out of his jealous misery.

There’s a part of me that wants to punish him, to let him stew in his outrageous accusation but a greater part wants to heal us – and I know just how much I’m responsible for his insecurity.

“I read it in a stupid woman’s magazine, at the doctor’s. I just thought it would be fun to try – do something different, exciting for you.” My blush is due to equal parts of humiliation and annoyance; I drop my eyes, still smarting from the hard thump coming down from what certainly looked and sounded like a stellar performance.

A hopeful light comes into his eyes, “so you didn’t…, you never…?” his timbre turns tentative, wanting to believe but not ready to trust after what must have been an unnerving shock.

“No!” I shake my head to punctuate my denial, sounding harsher than I intend.

He exhales, long and uneven, pinching the bridge of his nose over closed eyes he runs a hand through his wet hair.

“Shit! Fuck!” he grinds out the words through a tight jaw, jerking his head once, aggressively – his fury turning inward. With both hands he pushes his hair back off his forehead, eyes marred with regret, mouth turned down – unhappy.

“I’m so sorry baby. Fuck!” cloudy eyes swing away, looking into the distance as he bunches frustrated fists into tense balls. “The idea of you with someone else…” he shakes his head, despairing, bewildered. I can see how just the thought had a knife twisting in his very soul. Instantly I want to comfort him but my hurt is holding me back.

“I’m an ass, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry!” He slips off the edge of the tub and engulfs me in a crushing hug, kissing my hair. My body is rigid in his arms, tension and ire still leaving me highly strung. If he notices my unyielding state he ignores it, embracing me in a way that makes me feel like the centre of his universe.

He grips my shoulders, stepping back to search my face with his pained gaze, “this is my issue. Not yours. You’ve never given me any real reason not to trust you that way, even when the fucking doctor was all over you.” His eyes fall away from mine, looking uncertain, if not shy – like he’s embarrassed, “maybe because I can’t keep my hands off you I can’t believe that anyone else can either.”

Meeting my watch again his eyes burn with sincerity, glowing his contrition before he cradles my head; pressing it to his chest again. With those words he pierces my always-weak-where-he’s-concerned resistance as my arms band around him, letting him know that I accept his apology.

I can never stay mad at him for long and in the face of his heartfelt apology I simply melt but not before the reality of our respective pasts lodge firmly in the forefront of my mind. We still have lots of work to do but Fifty won’t be Fifty if he didn’t have a few shades….

We stand like that for what feels like ages, trying to repair the sweet connection we felt before Christian’s outburst when I feel a stirring at my belly.

Surely not! I  think wondering where he gets the stamina from, it’s not like I want to deny him – I know that he needs this to feel that we’re okay again but I’m still too tightly wound to give into his amorous attentions right now.

Thankfully he’s perfectly attuned to me, kissing my hair again he mumbles, “ignore it, it will go away.” How can he be so daft one minute and so observant and thoughtful the next?

He runs his hands up and down my arms, over the shivering flesh, “are you cold baby?” The water is warm but our naked upper bodies are exposed to a chilly draft.

I nod against the bulges of his pectoral muscles, not wanting to leave the delicious heat source of his chest.

“Let’s get you warm.” With that beautiful sinuous grace of his he’s out of the tub and holding the fluffy robe out for me, an inviting cocoon of warmth. He ties it around my waist, taking care of me with a careful reverence, like I’m a fragile doll.

After he does his own he takes my hand and pulls me into his side, tucking me close. He stops only to extinguish he outdoor candles then leads us back into the sumptuous lounge.

“Better?” he brushes the back of his knuckles down my cheek, concern and regret clear for me to see.

I nod, smiling up at him. Even with a rueful expression he’s gorgeous, maybe more so because of it.

He presses another chaste kiss to my forehead, “go grab us another bottle of bubbly and I’ll build a fire.” He tilts his head to his left, indicating the big, glass encased double-sided fireplace that graces the lounge or, if you want, the patio.

Mmhhh, in front of the fire with Christian! My inner goddess is bounding up and down, delighted at the prospect of making love in such a romantic setting. I bet she’s right; if the tent in his robe is anything to go by I don’t think “ignoring it” is going to be an option.

He mistakes my dreamy look for hesitation, “did I wear you out Mrs Grey? Do you rather want to go to bed?” A gentle tone, soft eyes and a wistful smile tells me just how much he wants to reconnect, firm up that bond that keeps us emotionally tethered to each other. In spite of his obvious desire, he’s always so willing to put my needs first; the irony is that it makes me want to do the same for him. Maybe I’m more submissive than I ever thought.

I lift my gaze, fusing with his that instantly turns the shade of mercury as I slide my hands under the lapels of his gown, his strong heart beating a soothing rhythm under my touch. I can feel how my expression softens, moulding and filling with the light of all the love I feel for him, “no way,” I whisper, the husky tone giving rise to his wide eyes and caught breath. “I’m not ready for this night to end just yet.” My teeth find my lip, worrying it in response to my sudden flare of desire.

The sensual rumble he makes reverberates through the very depths of me, heat spilling onto the planes of my skin. I can see it takes every ounce of his restraint to hold himself back from kissing me to rather say something instead. With his timbre rasping, hoarse with need and roguishness he breathes, “I suppose I could do with more practice.”

How he can joke about my earlier “bad kisser” jibe in the midst of this jolting electricity that leaves me thoughtless and breathless, is beyond my present meagre means of comprehension. In spite of having reached two sensational orgasms already the force of need I feel when his lips meld with mine is explosive – like our meeting flesh is passing on the current of our attraction and strengthening it, amping up the voltage to near sizzling levels.

It’s exciting and terrifying at once, to need and want and love someone else like this. In the back of my mind I always worry that intensity like that can only burn out but right here, right now I’m so deeply involved,  it permeates my being. I’ve long ago learnt that fighting it is futile.

The kiss doesn’t last nearly long enough, Christian releases me and I’m a doe eyed rabbit, caught in the headlights of his sensual stare. Immensely pleased with the result he smirks, “I must be getting better,” he muses dryly. “Now how about that drink Mrs Grey?” He points his thumb in the direction of the bar, stormy eyes enjoying my unresponsive, kissing induced trance.

I blink a few times and find my voice, “uhm, yes, sure.” Still a bit shell shocked I make my way to the bar in search of another celebratory bottle of Bollinger. I catch myself humming along with another beautiful and fitting love song, idly wondering if Christian had a hand in the romantic compilation that’s been spilling from the speakers tonight. At the moment it’s a slinky version of Fever by Michael Bublé, leading my thoughts astray to all the places Christian’s caresses heats to feverish pitches.

01 Fever

After dropping a fresh bottle into the ice bucket I sneak a quick look at my phone, inconspicuously trying to check for any messages or missed calls about Chris. Once you have children you’re always a mom, no matter what you’re doing or where you are.

When I turn around I find Christian behind me, watching me closely, “are you worried about him?” without missing a beat he makes an offer that at once melts and tugs at my heart, “we could go and fetch him if you’d rather have him here with us.”

I love that he gets it, in spite of his horrific early years the Greys have given him the gift of a stable and loving home, their unwavering affection in the face of his brokenness nurtured him into the wonderful father I know he’ll be for Chris. It’s the epitome of bitter-sweet: that he never knew unconditional parental love as a small child but that he’s willing and capable of giving it now.

I swallow against the sudden dryness of my throat and shake my head, overcome for the umpteenth time today. I give him a warm smile; the light of which I know reaches my eyes, “Thank you, that’s a beautiful offer but no.” I cup his jaw, letting my thumb skate over the days’ worth of prickly growth, “you blow me away, the way you’ve taken Chris on.” I shake my head, fresh astonishment at his all-round capabilities crowding my thoughts. “You. Are. Already. An. Awesome. Father. I. Love. That. You. Love. Him.” I jab at his chest with my finger, enunciating each word for emphasis.

His expression, at first amused turns serious, “I love him.” He says simply. There’s a possessive zeal to his words that I know only too well, something I used to fear but have grown to adore in him. He loves so totally, so completely, to the point of ownership and now, both Chris and I, are his – forever.

It makes me feel safe and excited for our future together. With both hands I pull his face closer to kiss away the last shadows of his solemnity. He closes his eyes, running his nose along mine, “I’m sorry for not trusting you, let me make it up to you.”

There’s a definite pleading note in his low voice, proving that he’s not forgiven himself even though I’m truly over it. No doubt his self-loathing brewed this unhealthy cocktail of remorse and worthlessness up for him. I know that he believes that I love him but does he believe that he deserves that love?

“Christian,” my lilt is soft, soothing, seductive, “it’s over, I understand. Please, let it go.” I let my fingers steal into his hair while I hold him close.

Coming away from me he seems to shrug off his unsettling mood but it leaves me with a nagging worry about his frame of mind. It’s so easy to lose sight of how fragile his emotional world is, especially faced with his mind-boggling competence and larger-than-life business persona.

He weaves his fingers through mine then brushes his lips over the back of my hand as we walk to the now roaring fire. Together with the gently flickering candles and a satiny throw piled with scatter cushions that he spread in front of the hearth, it adds an exotic Arabian air to the lounge.

A quick twist of his wrist pops the champagne cork with a gentle plop then he fills the crystal flutes before handing one to me. He catches my gaze, his countenance mostly in shadow but for the flames playing on the side of his angular features that only just reveal the provocative lust swirling in his eyes. He lifts the flute in a romantic salute to me that I acknowledge with a coquettish smile, all too aware of the already pregnant, sensual aura around us. Raising my own glass I clink it against his, “to us.”

We’re mirror images of each other; bringing the glass up to sip, the fizz tickling before tasting the ice cold bubbles that caress and tease tastebuds, first fruity then dry as it slips down, tantalising and refreshing.

All the while our eyes remain glued, caught up and spellbound as we’re bathed in the ripples of desire, watching the other to revel in the sexy cues that betray arousal. The parting of lips, quickening breaths, lids growing heavy, the dart of an eager tongue touching the edges of teeth all of which compound the race of tingles down my spine.

It must be the same for him because he reaches for my glass and places it on the table to the side. I hardly notice the brief moment of broken attention before he’s smouldering in front of me again.  One hand tugs the bow at my waist, the other slipping beneath my robe to work it off my shoulder, “I want to see you.”

His gravelly rasp sends a bolt right to my centre, making me mewl and leak between my legs. Instead of touching me he steps back, ridding himself of his own robe that he tosses aside without a care.

As I take in the defined planes of his sculpted body I have a revelation. If I love to look at him and admiring him turns me on surely that must translate into a similar reaction for him. I mentally shrug off any coyness I feel about baring my naked body, flicking my hair over my shoulder to stand tall, proud.

The effect on Christian is immediate, clear and forceful in turn, slamming me hard with fresh lashings of desire. His slumberous eyes deeply appreciative he takes a step toward me, “I can never get enough of you.” His thumb brushes over my lips before he trails his fingertips down my cheek, my neck, the swell of my breast and over the taut pike of my nipple.

My half lidded eyes close as he draws a threaded moan from my throat, my voice involuntarily responding to the promising shivers his light touch brings. “Lie on the throw baby, face down.” His throaty whisper bathes me in his warm breath, his closeness tipping my head back to offer my mouth but he doesn’t comply. A lone, lazy finger traces the outline of my lips instead; forcing me to open my eyes to see why I’m being denied.

I find a sinful, crooked smile goading me, seconds away from turning into a stern line to remind me that I’ve been given a command. I sink to the floor, grateful that my weakened knees don’t have to hold me up in the full-force onslaught of Christian’s passion.

A tic later I feel him straddle my waist, excitement pounding through my veins as I wonder what he has planned. I feel him bend over my back and sweep my hair away, slowly combing his fingers through the tresses to catch every last strand. My whole body quivers its delight, the simple pleasure arrowing directly to my enflamed sex.

Still arched over me he skates his hands down my arms and grips my wrists to slide them up, above my head. His warm palms glide down my sides, past my underarms, the curve of my flattened breasts, right up to my hips. I’m taking almost all of his weight now as he lies with his chest to my back, the rigid length of him nestling between my bottom’s cheeks.

With his mouth to my ear I can already hear his harsher inhalation, “hopefully I’ll be able to last a bit longer this time, I want to spend some time here.” Sure hands slip in between our bodies as twin hands palm the globes of my rear, giving them a firm squeeze.

He chuckles softly when my frame stiffens in shock. I feel the pointed tip of his tongue fluttering in my ear before he puts me at ease, “it’s not what you think. Relax baby, I want to give you this, for your amazing gift earlier.” He nuzzles his nose behind my ear, taking in the concentrated scent of me.

Finally I get the praise I was hoping for but I’m worried that he’s still feeling guilty. “You…”

“Hush baby.” He admonishes with a gravely firmness, “I’m not doing this because I have to, I’m doing it because I want to, I’m desperate to spend some time reacquainting myself with your delectable body.”

Jeez, what else have we been doing these past two days? At least his heated words has put my overactive mind at rest and I close my eyes again, ready for whatever sensual thing this outrageously skilled, kinky, virile man can come up with.

“No peeking and stay still, you know what will happen if you don’t.” He’s upright again, both knees planted on either side of my waist, my back bereft for the loss of his warmth.

“Yes sir!” I say, half joking but I feel Christians thighs tense around me.

Crap! Did I push too far? He said he wasn’t quite ready for that game yet.

“Mrs Grey, if you keep that up I won’t last another minute without fucking you senseless and you’ll miss your treat.” He grinds himself against my backside, the hard evidence of his threat undeniable. His lips brush my neck as he speaks; his form arced over me once more.

Why is that so fucking hot?

Every muscle I have clenches in exquisite anticipation, greedy to see his warning in action. He catches my sharp, audible breath, “good to know we’re on the same page. So, do you want your reward Mrs Grey?” His mock sarcasm has me grinning.

“Yes please.” My breathless, needy voice doesn’t sound like my own, absurdly revealing.

I hear a click then a squirt before Christian vigorously rubs his palms together. A fraction later I feel his big hands working my back in long, even strokes. A blend of intoxicating exotic fragrances fills my nostrils; Sandalwood, Ylang-Ylang, Rose – all adding to the spicy Arabian theme.

Mmhh, a massage.

His talent in this department is on par with that of any professionals plus he has the added advantage of bringing his inherent sexuality into the mix. It makes this massage take on a whole new meaning; I may never be able to go on another spa day again.

It’s delicious because his fingers quickly work away every knot of tension but it leaves a certain other bundle of nerves more and more desperate for the same attention. With him sitting over my middle my pelvis has no purchase for the friction I know would relieve a little of the growing empty ache that’s spawned there.

I feel Christian shift down, over the curve of my behind to halfway down my upper thighs. He pushes up to stand on his knees, “lift that beautiful ass for me.” There’s a hungry throatiness to his order that leads me to believe that he’s feeling the effects of his massage as much as I am.

I lift my bottom, pushing back a bit, into the space he’s created between his open legs, a twinge of fear for the unknown stepping up my heart rate. Christian shoves a pair of cushions underneath my lower belly, effectively leaving my buttocks up and on full display.

Oh my!

He adjusts himself but doesn’t sit back down, this time preferring to stay on his knees only. I hear him fill his hands with more of the aromatic oil before warming it then brushing it over my bottom. His hands knead and slide over the rounded curves and the very tops of my thighs, coming oh so close to the engorged lips of my sex that’s restlessly begging for even the smallest of touches.

Urg! My rising frustration has the need in me building, edging higher and higher to a place where I’m no longer able to restrain my serrated groans every time I think he’s going to touch me and send me off, exploding from the inside out.

Every sweep of his hands brings more blood rushing, pooling in my already swollen, sodden folds – leaving me so very sensitive, my senses close to shutting down under his delightful torture.

“Please Christian. Please,” the words come out strangled and hoarse, my hands are clawing wildly, pawing at the throw along with my short, panting breaths, suddenly not sure if this is a delicious reward or a cruel punishment.

“Hang in there baby.” His strained groaning mutter gives me hope; he’s palpably, perilously close to the edge himself. Then he grants my fervent wish, finally with palms together as if in prayer, his hands dive between my thighs, dragging slowly, excruciatingly over the wet pouting lips that hold that immeasurable tight bundle of pleasure, instantly setting it off with an irrevocable quiver.

The shudders that shake through my body are so powerful that it arches my torso into an almost unnatural curve as I cry out his name with the force of it. Before the last spasm ebbs away Christian tunnels into my clenching opening, scraping past over sensitised nerves that send a fresh wave of sensation rushing through me.

The guttural groan that’s ripped from his chest as he finally allows himself to chase his own release inflames me into the start of another grinding orgasm. Our mutual race becomes a visceral urge, all-consuming and blinding that brings us crashing down like the hard breaking of a tidal wave on the shore of ecstasy.

Holy fuck!

By the time I catch my breath and open my eyes, letting the real world seep back into my consciousness Christian is lying sprawled over me, the blanket of his heat slowly receding. The cushions beneath me dislodged somehow, the satiny throw a tangled mess in the wake of our crucial, passionate melding.

Christian opens one eye and grins at me, his cheek pressed to the floor beside my head. He grunts, acknowledging my sleepy, sated smile. He gently extricates himself from the cradle of my back and pulls me into the crook of his arm. “You look thoroughly fucked Mrs Grey.”

My body is heavy, limbs still jellied and shaky, “mmmhhhh.”

He chuckles softly, “I’ll take that as a yes.” He leans closer, kissing both my closed lids. “Can I ask you something?”

“Mmmhhh?” I hope it doesn’t involve standing I think to myself as I hover at the very edge of sleep, worn out and spent.

“Answer me and I’ll carry you to bed. Can we have another baby?”

Be kind and review, please.

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93 thoughts on “Chapter 25

  1. Wow Christian over react much. I felt bad for Ana but at least he was very apologetic about being an arse. I loved how you ended the chapter with him asking for another baby.

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  2. Katherine says:

    Well that was another amazing chapter – your writing is flawless.
    Again the sex is so hot and so descriptive – you really do write the best sex scenes I have ever read – you could put EL to shame
    I wonder what Ana’s reply to Christian is going to be – roll on Friday (again) lol. I always look forward Friday, it used to be because it was the end of my working week, now it is because I know Meander is going to be updated. Excellent well done 🙂

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  3. Gwen says:

    Yes yes yes!! Love your work!!! Post soon!!!

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  4. JustinHartley4Fifty says:

    Off work today. Kids are still sleeping. Sitting with my tea and toast relishing in this lovely chapter. A baby? Yes! I don’t know why I like when Ana is pregnant in these stories. Maybe because we get to see an even more controlling and crazed fifty.
    PS after that little tiff, wonder if he would be bold enough to ask her to do it again? 🙂
    X Lori

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  5. 1klkelly says:

    Your description makes me feel like I’m there. (Blush) Another erotic chapter! YAY! Love the ending!

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  6. Ana says:

    OMG!!! I can’t wait to see the new post!! this chapter was amazing as have been the previous ones. Can’t wait for the next on… GREAT JOB!

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  7. trina says:

    oh yes cant wait to hear her reaction to that

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  8. kerry says:

    oh wow another fab chapter can’t wait for the next. Hope this week is a quick one.

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  9. Barb says:

    That was hot, hot, hot! You certainly have an excellent style of writing and can convey the scene and what is happening with such clarity. Greatly enjoying this story. Thanks!

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  10. skinsavant says:

    of course he would want another baby. now that christian has ana back in her life, with son chris, married, he realized that this is the life that he wants, needs, and loves…missing 5 years with ana, experiencing her pregnancy, holding his first baby, raising him, watching him crawl, sit, stand, fall, cry, walk, talk, laugh and many more firsts! i hope ana says yes!
    another great hot-sexy-tittalating chapter!

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  11. Liz ( Atterbury) says:

    Oh, Monique I really didn’t want this chapter to end…so so yummy! Loved every part and piece you gave us! I hope she says yes with a little more time to totally reconnect! They both need share that experience to solidify their bond. Loved, loved the whole chapter!! Back to counting days again! But it does make me smile in anticipation !!! Thank you! You are awesome!!

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  12. Mercia says:

    What a stunning story! It grabbed me right from chapter 1. In fact, I think chapter 1 is, perhaps, my favourite chapter! You write about a more mature Christian and Ana, and it adds so much more to your writing.
    In this last chapter, I think a Flynnism might be in order? The one about, walking before you run.
    I he they enjoy more time with Chris, before thinking of another baby.
    I do like Canadian Michael Buble’s version of, ‘Fever’ but I much prefer the Peggy Lee version.
    Thank you for your lovely story.

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    • Monique Lain says:

      That’s so lovely to hear, thank you. You are so right about walking before running but I think in Fifty’s case he missed so much of Chris’ baby life, he’s desperate to make up for lost time. I’ll go listen to the Peggy version, I don’t know it. The story is very far from being over so keep checking or subscribe to the blog to get e-mail updates. Thank you for reading and reviewing 😉

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  13. Extraodinary, Monique. You write so well and a great steamy sex scene. As Mercia says, it is the maturity of Ana and Christian that is really captivating. This is a love that actually feels like it can go the distance. Even though he still has so many issues, he is growing into her emotionally and she to him physically. Beautiful.

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  14. karen (kaz) says:

    Wow! Excellent again Monique.. what an ending.. Gonna be another long week.. You and Sasha are putting me on a permanent high ! Thank you…

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  15. Alison says:

    Say yes Ana! Brilliant chapter, beautifully written.

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  16. Heather B says:

    Totally Christian!

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  17. only1niqui says:

    Monique, wonderful chapters!!!! I took a break was thrilled when I returned to have 4 new chapters to read. I read them all at once and could not stop grinning ear to ear all the way through! Looking forward to weekly updates, however it was so great to read through multiples I may do that again periodically. Thanks for continuing this incredible story!!!!! You rock as usual my friend. 😉

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    • Monique Lain says:

      Hello, hello, so good to hear from you! Awesome! Did you like the wedding??? I know what you mean about getting a large dose in of something that you enjoy, you could always try skipping a week or two and build up a cashe of chapters…. You rock right back! 😉

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  18. Danielle says:

    I just recently came upon your blog & have read your entire series in a matter of 3 days. I love this connection that Ana & Christian have…Very captivating and alluring. Thank you for sharing your writing & I can’t wait for your next post.

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    • Monique Lain says:

      Hello and welcome. Thank you so much, that’s wonderful.

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      • sara says:

        You have my full attention and I am enjoying every chapter. I cannot help but make one observation. You have referred to Chris several to.rd as a toddler. This is actually inaccurate for a child who is 4 years old.

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        • Monique Lain says:

          Yes, technically he’s a preschooler at four but you know us writers, we take some liberties at times… Though it must be said that some sites group 2 to 5 as toddlers so I guess not everyone agrees on the exact ages 🙂

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  19. Melissa says:

    ok, yet another wonderful chapter!! Thank You! You simply nail these characters (no pun intended :)). Of course, i love the steamy sex which you write oh so well…..but this next sentence may be my favorite of all you’ve written…”With both hands I pull his face closer to kiss away the last shadows of his solemnity.” The thought, emotion and gravity i felt behind this statement was so profound and visceral to me, but that visceral reaction you so effortlessly evoke with your writing is what I have grown to love and respect in your writing. Thank you so much for sharing your talent with us.

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  20. Dawn says:

    I always feel for Christian when his insecurities shine thru. And you make it so real! You kill me with these cliffhangers! Can’t wait to hear Ana’s answer! And as much as I love them together, a tiny tiny part of me can’t wait for them to get back to the real world. But that could be because my husband had surgery ‘down there’ a few weeks ago and I am not brave enough to go near it! 😉
    Anxiously awaiting the next chapter!!

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  21. Roslyn says:

    I enjoyed yet another chapter, biting my knuckles because I did not want it to end. I love Christan and his FIFTY SHADES that’s what makes his character so enjoyable but what’s up with Ana?

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  22. Mercia says:

    If Ana could play a piece of music on that wonderful sound system, I think she would play, Ella Fitzgerald’s 1960 version of, Misty.
    Look at me, I’m as helpless as a kitten up a tree
    I feel like I’m clinging to a cloud, I can’t understand, I get misty just holding your hand.
    Walk my way, and a thousand violins begin to play.
    Or it might be the sound of your, hello.
    That music I hear, I get misty the moment your near.

    I think, Ana would love, “Misty.”

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  23. Mercia says:

    Is Christians reason for asking Ana for another baby, his way of proving his love for her?
    He blames himself for Ana running 5years ago. He had failed to make her see how much he loved her.
    The fact that it was Ana’s insecurities about herself seems to be lost to him.
    I’m waiting on tenterhooks for Ana’s answer.

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  24. Ana says:

    Well, she’s awake now! What a brilliant way to bring them into the next step in their reconnection! More please.

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  25. Christa says:

    What am I going to read next!! I’m already wanting more.. Don’t want this story to end

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  26. Sue says:

    Unexpected afternoon off work here in UK beacause of snow. I only discovered your stories a matter of days ago so I’m so very much enjoying catching up. I’m trying to ration myself to one a day now. Thoughts of reading this kept me warm on the slow, slippery drive home. Never disappointed. You amaze me. I’m pleased that Christian has asked about another baby. I think it better that they do before Chris is much older. If I was Ana I’d worry though that he’d be closer to children they have ‘together’.

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  27. Kate Drevetzki says:

    You are amazing!

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  28. Kari de Ramírez says:

    OMG!!!!! I ‘ve spent 2 days reading and I can’t stop!!!! Congrats!!!! You are amazing!!!! You should publish this like a new book!!!! You make a mix o felings!!!! Bye! I need continue reading!!!! Jajajaja

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  29. Honestly, i love his jealousy, it’s amazing how he can’t even think, and he gets soooo mad. Love it. The sex scene was amazing as usual. don’t stop writing

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  30. yolanda says:

    your amazing monique, typical christian but you got to love him.

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  31. Lisa says:

    Hi Monique, I’ve never done a ‘blog’ before so here goes – just had to say that so far the whole twist of fate between Ana and Christian has me hooked on every word. I like the list of songs too but I wonder have you heard DNA by Little Mix, it just has to be in at least one of the Fifty films (or Crossfire).Tell me what you think.

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    • Monique Lain says:

      LOL! I dub thee blogger! Well done! 😉 So glad you enjoy the story and I love the song! Thank you, I’ve put it on my Meander playlist. I’ll see where I can work it in.

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  32. Jen says:

    I was going to go to bed after this chapter…..but now I have to know her response! I’ve been tired all week, at work, thanks to you!! 🙂

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  33. Samara S. says:

    Wow, really!?!?! I’m so excited!!! Ugggggggg!!! I’m never gonna get to bed now!!! I love, love, love this!!!!

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  34. Samara S. says:

    So I keep re-reading the last intimate scene with them. I’m a bit unsure what’s going on here. My friends and I were talking about it also and we agree. While Christian is giving Ana the massage, right before they engage, I’m little unclear of what is taking place. I love the detail you have in the story, where in this part, I can really get a clear mental picture. Did I word this correctly??? everything else is freaking fantastic!!!

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  35. judith says:

    I love your writing …keep up the good job. A friend recommended your blog and is actually addicted to your blog and now I know why

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  36. Penny says:

    I just came across your blog for the first time on Thursday and can’t seem to put it down. I had a hard time at first with them being apart but am so in love with the love story that is Christian and Ana. I look forward to reading the remaining chapters.

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  37. lewisvillegirl says:

    Wow! I love how you always leave us anticipating what will happen next with your last line. Thank you for writing. I’m loving the storyline.

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  38. Diane says:

    Thank you loving this book

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  39. Manu says:

    I love your writing! I read it for hours everyday.

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  40. Ashley Sundani says:

    I AM ENJOYING THIS. . .KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK. NEVER STOP WRITING! WOW

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  41. jko06 says:

    Hi mon, im new to yiur blog. Got a link to yiu from fifty shad3. Wanna say that I love reading your story. You got me hooked even on my lunch break at work. Keep it up. Xox

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  42. Vicnic says:

    Thank you…. I am hooked… Glad I came in late so I don’t have to wait for the next chapter!!! I feel like I am cheating!!!

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  43. I Liked This Chapter:)

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  44. Willis says:

    I don’t even know how I finished up right here, but I
    thought this put up was once great. I don’t recognise who you’re however certainly you’re going to a
    famous blogger in the event you aren’t already. Cheers!

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  45. Jadajazzist says:

    I am SO sooooo happy I can keep on reading chapter after chapter. From the prior commentaries I can see the agony you have left people in waiting for “Meander Friday” 😀 I love your writing. The story feels as natural as the original one.

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  46. Christian obsessed says:

    OMG is all i got to say! It’s fantastic…! Now I’m addicted to it! I thought that only fifty shades trilogy could do that- you definitely proved that wrong! Keep up the great work… I’m in comple awe with you 😉

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  47. panina says:

    day 2 after having discovered your blog and I am already at chapter 25 (and I am planning to read more!!), you are addictive. Great job in writing and describing the wedding, it was touching!

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  48. Louise says:

    Leave to Christian to get mad and doubt his bride yet again. You really stick with your characters so well.

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  49. Tammy says:

    I must say I just love this story , so many twist…

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