Chapter 47

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We arrive home much later than we would have; the endless questions by bored, nightshift officers devouring a huge chunk of our time. At least we found out that the journo’s presence at the club was a coincidence, not a premeditated ambush – but still – he was way too informed about our private affairs to make me complacent. Plus, I’m exhausted, feeling grubby from the grime of the cop shop, and the balls of my feet feel like they just might burst if I take one more step.

Christian sees me wincing as I step out of the SUV to make the short walk to the elevator, “Shoes?” he asks, grinning sardonically before scooping me up into his arms.

I squeal at the sudden movement, giggling as I wrap my grateful arms around his neck, “Thank you.” I press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, relishing his unique smell and his warm closeness.

When Collins and Taylor join us in the elevator Christian carefully adjusts my coat, chivalrously protecting my modesty. I hide my smile, snuggling into his strong chest, flexing as he carried my weight. In the apartment the guys bid us goodnight before Christian plops me onto the marble of the kitchen counter. We are finally alone, with Grace and Chris long ago relegated to dreamland.

“How are you feeling baby?” He’s playing it cool, the question casual while he turns to the fridge to pour us some juice, but I hear his carefully veiled tone of concern. It only takes a second for me to realize it’s another of those things that’s distressing to him only because of my past choices.

The ambient temperature in the apartment is pleasant, making my coat stifling. Unbuttoning it, I push it off my shoulders, letting it pool around me, and not caring for the fact that the dress rides too far up my thighs. It also buys me some time to think about what I can say to reassure him.

In the end I go with the truth, hoping that he can see I trust him enough to give it to him, “I’m fine, still annoyed that it screwed up our evening, but mostly, I’m just glad that it’s over.” Scrunching up my nose I wait for him to respond.

When he turns his eyes flash, raking over my body, first with annoyance then with heat as if a switch has been flipped, but he banks it, too weary of our run-in with the pap to unleash it on me. He hands me the glass and takes a long pull of his own before setting it down on the counter. I do the same, the tiny cells of orange pulp bursting on my tongue, reviving my mouth.

“Me too,” he says simply before skating the flat of his hands down the sides of my calves.

He wriggles his fingers into my shoes, pushing them off so they clang on the floor, “Silly, silly shoes,” he murmurs, scowling at them for hurting me.

Tenderly he positions my foot to rest against the defined mounds of his abdomen. It forces me to lean back, to support myself with my arms behind my back. With his thumbs he applies a gentle pressure to the swollen pad, massaging the bruised flesh back to life. I moan, loud and grateful, the sensation relaxing enough for me to forget about the pap and his intrusive questions.

“Do you like that Mrs Grey?” the grin on his wicked mouth says he knows that I do.

“Mmmhhhh,” I give him a throaty groan, tipping my head back in bliss.

He chuckles, evidently enjoying my reaction as he rolls every single one of my toes between his dextrous fingers. Like a woman starved for touch I shudder and gasp, taking a ridiculous amount of pleasure from his skilled ministrations. His hand moves to my instep, pushing into it with deep, long strokes before he moves to work on my heel. I don’t bother opening my eyes when he switches to the other foot, too caught up in the dreamy state of anticipation I feel for his magical caress.

“Maybe this dress isn’t so bad,” he rumbles in a low voice, making my eyes fly open.

The liquid heat in his gaze is fixed to the apex of my thighs; the nude scrap of fabric between my legs dampening at the sight, and open for him like an invite. He continues to knead the tired muscles in my foot, his firm pressure echoing in my core.

“So I can keep it?” I tease, my husky whisper punctuated only by my choppy breaths.

“No,” he replies darkly, concise, discarding the subject only to change it, “I want to see you. Show me.” Jutting his chin in the direction of my groin I flame, grasping his command.

Shifting my weight onto a single arm I hook my finger into the triangle of my panties, pulling it away to reveal the wet pink folds of my sex.

“Fuck,” he grits before swallowing, eyeing my freshly waxed lips. Slowly he leans forward, letting my ankle go so my legs dangle off the side of the counter. His hands smooth up my calves, curving in to settle half way up my inner thighs.

For a beat his eyes flutter closed. I watch his chest fill, expanding with a deep inhalation. I can hear the hiss of air flowing up his nose, “I can smell you baby.”

When he opens his eyes, the half-mast lids are weighted; drugged with need. The gritty need straining his voice is as powerful as any aphrodisiac, bursting through me with a searing jolt. I suck in a ragged breath, shuddering with the heady mix of oxygen and the tingles riding on the gruff sound of his baritone. I love nothing more than undoing him, tripping up the hold he has on his steely control.

After the pap encounter I was sure my sly scheme of seduction would have to be shelved, but seeing him now, I thrill in getting my way.

He adjusts the hard ridge stuffing the front of his pants. With a thready growl forced past his lust-tight throat, he uses the last vestiges of his slipping restraint to care for me, “Are you sure you want this Mrs Grey?”

Another wave of desire slams into me. That his primal urge is only overridden by his concern for me is an incredible turn-on, along with his gaze – unblinking, as his stare strokes my sodden opening.

“Yes,” I confirm on a breathy whisper, needy for the connection between us as much as I crave his reaction to me.

I barely catch his nod before he shoves my legs apart – roughly, then buries his face in my mound. My hips jerk, from the force of his ardent tongue, and from the electrifying sensation that darts right into my toes.

His hand grips my ass, shoving my behind closer to the edge of the counter, the other reaches between us, his thumb and forefinger parting my labia. His groan vibrates against my secret inner creases as he laves the sensitive flesh with hungry laps.

I catch a glimpse of the fine silvery ribbons of saliva and arousal that stretches between our intimate points of contact when he comes away from me, “You taste so fucking good, I just might come in my pants.”

With the heel of his hand he rubs himself over the taunt fabric of his suit slacks, like he’s trying to lessen an ache there. The storm in his eyes rage on; still fused to the wet cleft between the spread of my legs.

With one arm to support my weight, and the opposite’s hand baring myself, I’m trapped in my position on the counter, unwilling to move for fear that he might cease his current carnal appraisal. The slick glisten around his mouth is impossibly erotic; the blatant visual of where his mouth has been makes me feel rabid with want.

“Christian, please,” I mewl, unfulfilled my longing only deepens.

“Lean back baby, put your legs over my shoulders,” he coaxes in a low timbre that’ll have me doing almost anything.

Reluctantly I let my underwear go. I flatten my palms on the surface with both arms behind me, locking them before lifting my legs, placing my claves onto his shoulders. Christian grabs the sides of my panties, dragging them down. I lift my behind to help him ease off the scant barrier. I expect him to slip them off but when they reach his chest he stretches the elasticated scrap, lifting it over his head, effectively locking my ankles around his neck.


I watch a sinful grin spread over his face, “Now, where were we…?”

“Aahhh,” I grab a sharp, long breath, the feel of his wet tongue firing at my every nerve.

He rewards me with an answering sound, more animal than man, sending me ever closer to the core of the storm brewing at my centre. His left arm snakes over my leg to pin open my drenched lips, and the right comes from below, pushing into my empty hole. His clever finger drags along my tingling channel, igniting the sparks that will set off the fall. His licking grows stronger, faster – in time with my frantic heart I know he must be able to hear.

A series of thready O’s spill from my raw throat, louder and louder as the coil tightens. Christian senses my imminent surge, adding another finger he quickens the rip that will tear me free from myself.

“Now baby,” he mumbles against me, and on a louder moan I do, rapturing into a full body spasm.

He opens his mouth, sucking in the soft flesh surrounding my clitoris, taking it deep, he tugs, slowly, gently stretching it to hold me in the erupting moment of ecstasy. My head spins, stunned by the time I spend suspended.

“Mommy, what’s wong? Are you hurting?” Chris’ sleepy voice is like a sluice of ice, the sound innocently jarring.

Abruptly Christian’s hot mouth snaps away, leaving me cold and crashing from the ether, shocked at the two discordant moments clashing. I struggle to fight hysterical giggles as Christian tries to untangle himself from my legs’ hold, my restraining panties not cooperating with his need to break free. Mercifully our boy is behind me, not privy to the view of his dad’s tussle with my reluctant undies.

With as much measured tone I can manage I rasp what I hope is a reply placating enough to halt his progress around the counter, “Uhm, fine baby boy. Hold…, Hold on, mommy is coming.” I clamp my hand over my mouth to contain my snort, my word choice setting off another battle with the giggles.

My newly freed husband gives me a smirk. Wiping his mouth on his sleeve he strides away to intercept our son.

“Hey champ, mommy’s perfect. Why are you up?” Christian squats in front of him, his expression gentle, concerned.

“I had a bad dweam,” he declares, rubbing at his tired eyes.

“Aaahhh,” we both drawl, our voices thick with sympathy.

I slip off the counter, joining my guys, “Let mommy take you back to bed honey, I’ll lie with you for a bit.”

Chris nods, walking into my outstretched arms, “Such a brave boy coming to look for mommy and daddy after your bad dream,” I praise softly, thinking about the long walk down the corridor he made on his own.

I smooth his hair as he rests his head on my shoulder. He’s already so heavy; I doubt I’ll be able to pick him up like this for much longer. Catching Christian’s eye he makes an aaah cute face, his forehead drawing together with worry lines.

“Give me a minute to wash up. Will it be okay if I come?” His uncertainty reminds me of how little experience he’s had with Chris, his desire to do all of those things now- the fun and the hard things – such a potent sign of his willingness to be the best dad he can be.

“Of course,” I manage, smiling but barely able to speak past the emotion welling in my chest. “No one can keep bad dreams away as well as daddy can.”

Again our stares fuse as I watch an onerous crush of feelings shade over his face – from the hurt of his past he relived in his own dreamy hell to the hope he bears for our future – all on display when the history behind my words become apparent to us both. Together we swallow thickly, not needing any words for what passes between us, fighting to contain the sentiment painted memories that taint and colour our lives.

Chris lifts his head from its resting place to see what the holdup is, breaking into our trice.

Christian offers him a reassuring smile, “Wait up for me okay buddy?” He ruffles his hair before jogging away.

When Christian joins us shortly after, Chris’ little lids are already failing, heavy with sleep he lets go, turning into his dad’s arm when he slips in beside him. I watch the Hallmark picture of my son trustingly curled into the protective embrace of his father’s arm, the rightness of it striking me – the image beautiful.

Not one to let this treasured moment pass uncaptured, I head off to find my camera, blowing my husband a kiss as I go. When I get back, the picture is all the more precious with both my guys fast asleep. As I switch off the light I smile, shaking my head at my foiled attempt at full blown sex on the other day of every other day.


Saturday morning I’m yanked from my slumber by my rocking bed, and howl of delighted squeals. Opening my sleepy eyes I find my boy bouncing on the bed, jabbering excitedly about sailing. Behind him my gaze finds my husband looking smug, perceptibly pleased to be the source of his son’s joy.


“Mrs Grey, if you don’t get your delicious hiney out of bed I’ll leave my monkey here to torture you,” with a smirk he points to Chris who eagerly takes on the role of demented monkey, jumping around on the springy mattress, his monkey noises enthusiastic and way too loud for this time of morning.

I splutter, half laughing, half snorting at his turn of phrase, my mind making an unusual turn into the gutter, “Really Mr Grey? Hiney? And monkey?” I ask, full of mirth.

Wriggling his eyebrows at me, Christian’s grin turns dirty.

“What’s a hiney?” Chris interjects in between his primate calls.

It’s Christian’s turn to splutter, “Uhm…” his wide eyes fall on me, all but begging for help.

“Yes daddy,” I tease, enjoying his sudden fluster, “what exactly is a hiney?”

His stare grows larger; shocked that I’m messing with him, but mercifully it’s fleeting. Recovering quickly his mouth curves, taking it in the good spirit it was intended.

He lifts Chris off the bed, swinging him onto his hip, “I’ll tell you when you’re sixteen champ. All you have to know is that mommy has a great one.” He winks at me, and gives Chris a mock jab on his chin. “Let’s go wake-up grandma.”

“Hey!” I laugh after them as they turn to leave, “That, Mr Grey, is going to come back to bite you in the hiney!”

Christian’s parting chuckle and Chris’ whooping ring in my happy ears as I get up to get dressed.


In the SUV, on our way to collect Kate and Elliot, Grace recounts the previous night’s antics with Chris, her gaze glowing softly whenever she looks at him. Christian notices too, gently prodding me in the ribs with a proud beam when next she goes all gooey for her grandson.

Our meet and greet with Kate and Elliot takes much longer than we planned as we linger over coffee and pastries, catching up and generally grinning at each other like the happy fools we are for seeing one another again. Both their welcomes to me are warm, sincere, without a trace of the recrimination I know I deserve. It doesn’t surprise me so much with Kate as we’ve made our peace, but when Elliot hugs me, mumbling about how good it is to see me, I almost break down. Christian is quick to cover my back with his comforting, if not little possessive, presence, holding me to him with an arm across my shoulders.

“If you make my wife cry I’ll kick your ass,” he warns, for the most part good naturedly.

Elliot takes it in his stride, teasing right back with a cocky grin, “I’d love to see you try little brother.”

I watch Kate and Elliot’s interaction with Chris carefully whenever Mia is prepared to let him play with anyone other than herself. Now that I know the story of their struggle it’s bitter sweet to see. Apart from the obvious love, the longing is just as plain, twisting in my heart like it’s my own.

Chris is sitting on Kate’s lap, enjoying the attention, and the tiny pieces of pastry she breaks off to feed him. The two of them are adorable, like a mommy bird feeding a baby chick. Chris tilts his head back, waiting for her to put the morsel into his mouth.

“Mmmhh,” rubbing his tummy he smacks his lips in approval.

She laughs at his exaggerated appreciation, seeing right through his plan to get more, “Was that delicious?” She squeezes him around his shoulders in a you’re-too-cute-for-your-own-good kind of hug.

His face brightens, excited to share whatever suddenly occurred to him.

Sitting straighter he addresses us all, his little-boy voice clear for all to hear, “Daddy says mommy has a delicious hiney!”

The collective adult gasp sucks the air from the room as my saucered gaze swings to my husband’s. The blush I get doesn’t so much flush as it bursts across my cheeks, the flaming acute and mortifying. Agonising seconds pass in pin-dropping silence before erupting with deep, throaty laughter. Mia, Kate, Elliot, Grace, Carrick, even Christian is howling with it, streaming tears, and slapping thighs.

Christian leans closer, “Damn right,” he whispers, quickly nipping my lobe, thoroughly amused and enjoying the joke that was supposed to bite him in the ass.


The Grace is still magnificent, easily the biggest boat on the Marina, and fully restored from the vandalism she recently suffered. I push that unpleasant thought out of my mind as we board her.


Once Christian is satisfied with the safety checks, and Chris is strapped into his very own tiny life vest, he turns his attention to me. With deft hands he fastens and tightens the clasps on mine, making a low, humming sound when he tugs on the final strap. He presses a chaste kiss onto my lips, pulls back, then thinks better of it, and licks deeply into my mouth. My hands fist into the front of his sweater, his hunger fierce and unexpected.

He ends our kiss, looking at me with those mercury sheened irises that ooze desire, “Tonight Mrs Grey,” he purrs seductively, “and you owe me.”

I gasp, reminded of both our interrupted night and my impending ovulation. Goose bumps streak across my skin as tingles tease the ending of my nerves with anticipation. I can’t even begin to imagine what Fifty has planned for baby-making. Oh my.

I pin my lip with my teeth to curb the broad spread of my smile, “I do, and it’s a date Mr Grey,” I agree, knowing that his heat is reflected in my eyes. It’s very hard not to get excited for his sake. He wants this so much.

Out on deck the air is chilly as we prepare to get going. Kate and I get cosy in the deep upholstered bucket seats at the back of the boat while Christian and Elliot delight in taking Chris around, pulling ropes and shouting nautical terms over the wind.

With our threat still largely undefined, and the increasing attention from the press Christian is in no mood to take chances with our safety. Collins is accompanying us on the boat while Taylor and Carl follow us in the speedboat.

“I can’t believe we’re sitting here, talking like this,” I shake my head at Kate, giving her a shy smile. There was a time, not too long ago, where I believed that I’d never spend time with her again.

“Oh Ana, I feel the same! I’ve missed you, and he has too,” she looks to Christian, wistful for a moment before turning back to me.

I still find their friendship a novelty. It’s one of the few good things that came from my leaving.

“Don’t do it again,” she admonishes, carefully taking stock of my expression.

I leave my emotions unguarded, unchecked I give them free reign to bleed into my words. “I’ll never do it again. I regret nothing more than hurting him and keeping him from Chris.”

She narrows her eyes at me, a small V forming between her perfectly arched brows, “I mean it Ana. As your friend and your son’s godmother I will do you bodily harm if you so much as consider pulling a stunt like that again.”

I take a breath to answer her but quickly shut my mouth. Christian and I have never discussed the possibility of godparents. I blink, giving my head a small shake as I try to figure out what to say.

When the corners of her mouth twitch I laugh at her audacity, “Is that your way of volunteering for the position?”

She gives in to her smirk, “Maybe.” She bumps her shoulder into mine, “Whaddya say?”

My voice drops down to a whisper, suddenly stolen by my closing throat, “I’d like that very much.”

“Yay,” she beams, “run it past sir and let us know.” She gives me an exaggerated wink, nudging her head in my husband’s direction.

The reference to Christian’s Dom tendencies dissolves the lump in my throat, making way for a fit of giggles that we share just as we used to.

A comfortable silence follows, both of us watching the retreating shoreline, lost to our thoughts.

I turn to her when she speaks again, sad to see the glistening lines of tears on her cheeks, “We’ve been trying you know.”

There is no need for her to explain, instantly I understand that she’s referring to their fertility issues.

I press my lips together, taking her hand, “I can’t imagine how painful that must be for you. I’m so sorry.”

She wipes at the wet tracks with the back of her hand, expelling a long breath, “There’s hope at least. That’s what I wanted to tell you. Our news.”

I give her hand a squeeze, encouraging her to go on. In spite of the heartbreaking reality of their childlessness I’m touched that, after the long break in our friendship, she seems as eager as I am to pick up what we once had; sharing private confidences, relying on each other for support.

“We’ve fulfilled our contractual obligations for the project we were involved in abroad, so we’re coming back home to start out first round of IVF.”

“Kate!” I exclaim, “That’s fantastic right?”

She shrugs, “It’s going to be great to be back here, but I’m not so sure about the IVF.” From her look I guess that she’s lost a bit of the hope she claims to have.

“There’s no better place for you to be. You’ve got the support of your family, of Grace, of me,” I offer, hugging her close.

“Thanks Ana, I appreciate that.”

She fiddles with the hem of her sweater, quiet for now. I can sense how weary she is of the subject, and when she changes it I let it go – for now.

“Are you and Christian going to have any more?” If it hurts her to ask she doesn’t show it, instead she smiles warmly.

I gulp, wondering how to handle the potentially loaded question. Should I spare her feelings, be dismissive about our efforts, or tell her the truth?

Recalling her straight shooting ways I opt for the facts, “We’re trying at the moment,” I say carefully, gauging her reaction. I expect to see pain among the emotions in her eyes but it’s not there.

Her face splits with a huge smile, “That’s so awesome! Chris is a great kid Ana. You’d be mad not to make more if they come out like that.”

We laugh, “Yeah, he’s great,” I confirm, my mouth sliding into a wry smile. “A handful, curious…”

“Adorably inappropriate,” she interrupts, again bumping my shoulder playfully. “Isn’t that so delicious hiney mommy?”

Her teasing tone makes me blush, and I groan, covering my hot face with my hands, “You have no idea!”

She giggles, “What? What’s more embarrassing than your son talking about your backside in front of your in-laws?”

Debating whether to tell her, I peek at her from between my spayed fingers, “Mmhh,” I hesitate, already cringing with mortification.

She shakes her head, a comical, horrified expression on her lovely face, “Noooo,” she drawls, understanding dawning. “He walked in on you?”

I can only nod, blushing all over I bite my lip as I try to look beyond the shame to see the funny side.

She already does. Her laughter breaks, deep from within her belly she cackles delightedly, “Talk about coitus interruptus!”

The sound of her hollering with glee is infectious, making me snort, “It was more like lingus interruptus,” I chirp, no longer able to hold back my own amusement.

She laughs harder, “Oh no! Did you at least get to finish?”

We erupt into another round of hysterics with me laughing too hard to answer.

It feels good to laugh like this, with her and so completely. To have one of those hilarious moments where, even once the merriment dies down, it bubbles up the moment you think about it again.

Looking up we find Elliot watching us, clearly bemused, “I see it didn’t take you long to pick up where you left off.”

His gaze warms, seeing Kate enjoying herself, and it makes the strain of their fertility issues all the more apparent. We nod our heads, still spluttering but at least trying to maintain a shred of decorum.

“Arrr your captain has ordered you wenches to the galley. Your men demand hot beverages.”

We giggle at his mock pirate accent. We get up from our seats, and Kate steps into his arms. I leave them to have their cuddle, my heart warmed by their still strong connection as I make my way into the belly of the boat.

A few minutes later Kate joins me in the galley. As comfortable as ever we fall back into easy conversation, filling in the last five years’ worth of blanks.

grace galley

“So,” she asks, something in the way she stretches the O sound, tells me she’s about to broach a more prickly subject. “How is the Red Room of Pain these days?”

I cough to hide my splutter. That’s Kate; I think ruefully, she always was direct.

“Shhh!” I admonish with a finger in front of my lips. I look around nervously, wondering where Collins is hiding.

It’s funny that she remembers the nickname I gave Christian’s playroom but I don’t really know what to tell her, “It’s closed. Very, very closed,” I say, giving her a meaningful quirk of my brow.

“Really?” her bug eyes betray her surprise. “Wow,” she breathes, “and are we happy or sad about this little detail?”

“Honestly? I don’t know what to think. I worry that he misses it, I wonder if he’s afraid…” my words fade out with a shrug of my shoulders.

“So what? It’s been plain vanilla with you guys?” She sounds disbelieving, and I can hardly blame her.

My cheeks pink at her indiscreet question, “It’s Christian,” I say as if that explains everything. “Nothing is plain where his uhm… skills are concerned. There’s been a little bit of kink but nothing like before.” I press my lips together, waiting for her reaction.

“Oh,” she says, looking thoughtful, “are you going to talk to him about it?”

“Maybe but I think I should rather do something about it.” Again I wait for her reply, eager to get an opinion on something that’s been bothering me for a while.

She nods, chewing on the inside of her cheek, “Yeah. I would too if I were you.”

Secretly I’m pleased with her answer. I do miss the kinky fuckery.

“We’re thinking of airing the BDSM laundry,” I blurt. I wasn’t planning on mentioning it, but it feels so good to have someone to talk to, someone I trust to give me honest feedback. I continue quickly, before I lose my nerve, “It’s like a sword hanging over his head you know? This constant threat of exposure.”

She doesn’t hide her surprise, “Shit Ana, that’s huge! How would you do it?”

“Nothing is decided yet but I was thinking high-end, glossy magazine spread. A cheeky article that plays down the hard edge of the scene, but puts the information out there.”

She whistles through her teeth, then speaks directly to my greatest fear, “I can see the obvious win here. To get rid of a potential blackmail threat would be priceless, but what about your marriage Ana? Do you think your relationship is strong enough to withstand the advances of women who would find that sort of thing irresistible? Is your self-confidence up to believing that your man will be faithful no matter who pushes their husband-stealing panties into his pockets?”

Thank you K for the quick response e mail grammar help! 😉

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96 thoughts on “Chapter 47

  1. Sheila says:

    Wonderful chapter, love the interruption from Chris, knew there would be trouble when they started in the kitchen, they should have moved to the bedroom – but still who would want to stop that and move to another room. 😉
    Christian has a lot to learn about children listening/hearing what is said and then repeating it to a room full of people. What is about children that they always have an audience when they repeat something they should not!
    Great to read about Kate and Ana, they were an important part in the FSOG books and nice to read that they have renewed their friendship as if they had not been apart.
    Thank you Monique, another great chapter to the story, loved every word again.


  2. Amy F says:

    Love, Love, Love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I literally laughed out loud when Ana said to Chris “Hold…, Hold on, mommy is coming.” LOL That was awesome. And I loved the great hiney line. Such a thing a kid would say at the wrong moment. And I loved how Kate and Ana got right back to being best friends again. I look forward to your chapters every week and you never fail us. Thanks so much Monique!!!


  3. Katherine says:

    Oh you have done it again!
    Fantastic as usual. I did not expect the interruption from Chris, even with your cruel midweek taunt!
    When it started in the kitchen I was thinking about Grace walking in and how mortifying that would be.
    Great to see Kate and Elliot back and nice that bossy Kate (I have never been a fan of hers) isn’t giving Ana any grief about leaving Christian and their friendship is the way it always was. Hope to see more of Elliot and would also like to see how Kate and Christian interact now that they are friends.
    I cannot wait to see what Ana does to the playroom and I know when it happens you will make it so so good.
    I am so jealous right now of Ana, who wouldn’t be??
    I am also so jealous of your outstanding talent, your writing is so descriptive you transport me to another place when reading anything you write. It is truly the mark of a great author when your readers get lost in your work and dread it coming to an end x


    • Monique Lain says:

      LOL! That would be cringe worthy! Only one thing worse than knowing your parents have sex is a parent seeing you have it! Your review is stunning Katherine, thank you so much. I so appreciate your kind words. You know how fragile our little writer’s egos are… Our stories are like our children. I appreciate your support 😉


  4. Kathleen says:

    Loved it can’t wait until the next chapter xx


  5. Sarah says:

    Your weekly update has become an addiction for me! I start checking my email frantically every Wednesday for the mid-week teaser and my imagination spins wildly trying to figure out what the next chapter will reveal. I love your writing and truly can’t get enough of it.


  6. Fiona Fraser says:

    Monique, What can I say…….Another flawless chapter! I laughed, cried & now I feel anxious for Ana after Kate’s sentiments at the end. God don’t give her anything more to feel self concious about, the poor girl won’t be able to take it! Loved every chapter and am now anxiously waiting for ’48’. Thanks Again


  7. Jane Jones says:

    What a wonderful chapter


  8. Janien Meissner says:

    That was a very nice pre- birthday present! I love this chapter! They are soooo good together. Christian as a lover and a father. Mmmmmmm! Who could not like that!? I am so adicted to these two, is that normal I sometimes wonder. Did you ever get into a story as much as in this one Monique? Keep on writing please! Xx Janien


    • Monique Lain says:

      LOL! It’s normal for us Janien, what is normal anyway?? I hope you had an awesome birthday, and no, before FSOG I never, ever considered re reading a book no matter how good it was. No fiction ever came close to binding me like this.


  9. Ella says:

    Loved this chapter and was so worried with your mid-week tease!


  10. Deb says:

    I can only say one thing……
    I, like Christian, can not get enough! I want this, in book form to hold… I love that this form is instant, but there is nothing like holding a book in your hands, feeling it, allowing the pages to give me comfort, just like holding a friend.
    You have made me look forward to each chapter with such anticipation that once I see you have posted, I wait as long as I can to read your beautiful words, to make my joy last longer!
    Chris walking in on them, Ana stating “I’m coming”‘ the long awaited reunion with Kate, hiney talk, being on the Grace, the long awaited return to the Red Room, and the possible exposure of his former life… even sweet Elliot’s pirate talk… just amaze me!
    I am there with them, seeing them, feeling them, that is because of you…you make me a part of their world……great now I am a Disney character! lmao…
    I look forward to “more” ….always more and…while I know you have a life, I hope you go on and on!
    As long as you write, I will read it, and when you stop…..I will just reread it over and over and over……
    Have a wonderful week, bestie……
    And as always…….much love and admiration…..


    • Monique Lain says:

      *sigh* Bliss! Thank you Deb. Your reviews are so meaningful to me because I can see how much you feel for the story and the characters. It’s such an incredible feeling to know it’s my words that touch you so deeply. You give me hope that my little hobby may some day be more. That is a beautiful gift. 😀


  11. Lillimarlene says:

    “Lingus interruptus” that’s a very good phrase! They should know that you have very little privacy when there are small people in the house. I think that it’s a great idea that they are going to go public about the BDSM, there should be no shame attached to consensual sexual activity between 2 adults. Now Ana just has to do some topping from the bottom in order to steer him into the playroom.


    • Monique Lain says:

      LOL! Glad you like it! I agree with you re the BDSM thing but because he’s such an influential character the media will definitely latch onto the bandwagon! Topping from the bottom sound like a plan to me… 😉 Love the feedback, thank you 😉


  12. Linda says:

    It would be interesting to read a chapter about the BDSM article and backlash . . .
    I love all the family interaction here – Eilliot and Christian, Kate and Elliot, and of course Chris walking in on his parents. Christian will probably deadbolt doors!


    • Monique Lain says:

      I think you may be right there Linda, some serious toddler proofing coming up… Thank you for the review 😀


    • Deanna says:

      Yes, I’m sorry we didn’t hear about the meeting with the magazine. I hope you let us in on that like you did with the discussion between Taylor and Christian.


      • Deanna says:

        That is, the conversation regarding Christian’s actions with Jose.


      • Monique Lain says:

        I Deanna, the mag interview is still coming so you’ve missed nothing 🙂 As for the convo between CG and Taylor about Jose, they already had that at the end of chapter 41 and the beginning of chapter 42. Let me know if this is not what you;re thinking about please xx


  13. gmbizette says:

    Well dear you have done it again!! Love Chris almost walking in on them and the delicious hiney reference!!! Priceless and out of the mouth of babes!!!
    You are the best!


  14. sully48 says:

    Bouncing in my chair waiting for the next chapter! This chapter was “delicious”. I loved the part where Chris and Christian are sleeping in the bed. I have the same picture with my husband and son so I know how Anna feels.
    Happy Mother’s Day to all.


    • Monique Lain says:

      Aaah beautiful! So precious, those family moments. There’s something about a father with his child that’s just so special. Thank you for the Mother’s day wishes, the same to you! 😉


  15. moire says:

    so pleased you did not take that fortnight break – such a great chapter – I too kept waiting for Grace to walk in. A house full of peeps not a good time for kitchen sex – great though it sounded 🙂 !!!
    Love Kate and Ana talking as if they have never been apart for that time
    So enjoy your work Monique – yayyyyyy another great Saturday morning


  16. Mrs. G says:

    That was wonderful! I laughed so much at the interruption from Chris! And also the hiney comment to the family! So real! Glad Kate and Elliot are back. They will add a great dynamic to this story….which I absolutely love by the way! Like everyone else I can’t get enough!
    P.S. I’d like to know how many of us would take the risk for a little kitchen play with Mr. Grey? Lol!


  17. Bec M says:

    Oh Monique…’ve done us proud yet again!
    I love that Ana got to spend time with Kate catching up.
    And lingus interruptus indeed! Funny funny! Couldn’t stop laughing!!!!!
    Can’t wait for the next chapter!!!!!!


  18. tracy says:

    Ha ha…I was going to comment last week that I knew Ana didn’t get waxed for nothing 😉 had a feeling their night wasn’t completely ruined…… I was a little surprised that Mr. Control-freak…gotta love him…was going to take Ana on the kitchen counter with his mum and son in the house. Did I just say mum??? Nooo, I didn’t just finish reading This Man and Beneath This Man three times… he he, I guess a few of those words stuck in my head….. Loved Ana’s “I’m coming” comment to Chris and him mimicking Daddy talking about mommy’s hiney ;)….. It’s good to have Kate around again. Nothing like a best girlfriend to share “girl talk” with. Playroom??? Did someone mention the playroom??? Yes, it’s about time they get the dust bunnies out of there. Ana needs to remind Christian that she loves his dom side and his kinky f*ckery. 😉


    • Monique Lain says:

      Hi Tracy! Good detective work there – LOL! We also say mum here in Aussie but all the stories I write is always American so I sort of learnt to write mom now. In December one of the teacher’s mom/mum got sick, so she left to go be with her. I drew a big card on the dry-wipe board and got her whole class to sign it, took a photo and e-mailed it to her. Of course I wrote hope your MOM gets well soon. The next day one of the parents complained that there was a spelling mistake on the board! Oh blush! I so wish English was English no matter where you went. How silly is it to have an International language with differences like that?? Anyway, I digress… So glad you enjoyed the chapter, love that your sitting up, all bright eyed and bushy tailed at the mention of the playroom… 😉 I’m with you on This Man – sooo good!


  19. Donna V says:

    Chris catching them and his comment about about the her hiney!!! Love it!!!


  20. Diana says:

    Monique, Monique, Monique………wOw………AmAzInG!!!!!! I totally love that you are getting more & more creative with each chapter!!! The thing is, that it doesn’t surprise me!! Why…because you step it up at every turn and I appreciate that!!!!
    The incident with Chris to Christian’s reaction to the hiney backlash… love it sooooooo much!!!! Chris barely missing daddy’s head in a place foreign to him….Ana’s response…..Christian’s playful self with Ana & Christ no matter what brings it about! Love it when he can smile……..
    Monique, the thing is, when I read yet another chapter, I just know that you will prevail above the last chapter….without a doubt!! You totally change it up at every turn and it’s amazing~~~
    I must add this, the way you describe their sexual scenes, ~flushing, fanning myself~~whew….is amazingly H*O*T!!!!!!!!!!! This would make anyone “W*E*T….if they’re being honest with themselves!!!
    You always leave me wanting more……this was a busy Chapter in that there were lots of players more than usual! Lots of catching up…….
    You had them all, C & A, Chris, Kate, Elliott, Mia, Grace, Carrick and the bodyguards… However, I didn’t feel like I was left hanging anymore with one key player(s) than the other and thats a good thing! When you’re a great writer, you know how to intertwine words or names and not make them “run into one another!”
    I must say that as usual I was totally impressed with this Chapter…you so know what your readers/followers want.
    I cannot wait for C & A to reintroduce each other to the “Red Room of Pain!” I think that it would help each other. I know it’s a fine line since Christian has gone through enough and don’t need to stress about something that big! Especially since he just got his family back.
    I would also LOVE to see Ana get pregnant FAST~~please!!
    I will close for now Monique…..a devoted follower………..until the next one……Thank you, Diana


    • Monique Lain says:

      WOW is right Diana! LOL! Your review made me blush and beam! I’m so very thrilled that you see growth in what I do and that you live the moments with the characters – even the wet ones… 😉 Your words are so encouraging, is the stuff that fuels the tank to continue. More than that, I’m touched that you take your time expressing what you see. Thank you! 🙂 xx


  21. Andrea says:

    Loved it!!! I’m very proud of how Christian dealt with the interruption 🙂 I just love his relationship with his son and his constant timidness when it comes to new instances with Chris. Love that Kate and Elliott are back…I’ve missed his teasing of Christian and Ana needs her BFF back to talk to….can’t wait for next week 🙂


  22. twinkie55 says:

    How lovely it is that’ Christian is settling for normal family life; taking Ana on a date, interruption by Chris and Chris’s public blab. Real nice. I love ha Kate and Ana are back together to support each other. Thank you Monique! You rock as a story teller !


  23. Maggie says:

    As ever, M, you NEVER disappoint 😉 47 is delicious from beginning to end. Seriously, you must walk around with these characters constantly in your head! You just write this so fluidly, so intimately. Don’t know how you do it but you’d best not stop 🙂 Soooo good to have Kate and Elliot back in the story.
    Always enjoy all of Christian’s daddy moments – can any wife say that her husband isn’t incredibly irresistible when he is in full on daddy mode – I think not! It’s all good girl – now for the next chapter on baby making…..and yes, I know there is still a bad guy lurking out there, as well as the whole BDSM notion….and I did give you permission to torture me with these things in exchange for our next baby. Hmmm, longing for 48…


    • Monique Lain says:

      Hi Maggie and yes, I do! Driving, shopping, chopping onions…always sitting there percolating! I’m so with you, daddy mode is HOT! LOL re bargaining, I think I may have come to a decision re baby making but of course I’m going to torture you until that chapter… 😉 Thank you so much for the lovely review! 😉


  24. Babawawa says:

    I have really enjoyed the last few chapters. The conversations are deep, the problems are threatening, the marital intimacy is mind blowing and the friendships that never fail and always forgive, are so special. Considering CG’s piano expertise, a perfect song for them would be Billy Joel’s “She’s Got a Way”.
    Going back some chapters, I wonder if you would consider writing a one-shot of CG’s conversation with his parents, in the GEH Jet office, flying to the Vegas for the wedding, after Ana revealed her abandonment issues to the Greys? I’d love to know what he would have said??
    Lastly, please keep writing as I am committed to this story, as are so many of your followers.
    PS: I have some technical issues with the geographics of the Bellagio’s description. E-mail me if you would care to discuss, since you said that you might rewrite some of these chapters. Also have a picture that I would like to share and to get some advice about visiting Australia. Thanks.


    • Monique Lain says:

      Ooohh, I like the song choice. I’ll put it on my playlist and see if I can work it in. Thank you! Re one shot, I think that would make a great read, I must just find the time… 😉 I’m so desperate to get to my rewrite… 😉 Yes please re Bellagio, not all of it is factual, I’ve never been, but I would happily see if I can make it more accurate. I’ll happily help you with Aussie details if I can:
      Thank you so much for the feedback! xx


  25. Marisol says:

    why o why do you leave us hanging like this,,, I can take it!!!!


  26. Jenny says:

    Brilliant chapter as usual !


  27. Jenn says:

    Hi Monique 🙂 The Argentinian girl here again xD
    I was a couple of chapters behind but now that I read them all, I’m going to review them.
    First, OMG Christian and his control issues! I can’t believe all the research he did to get Ana pregnant. It’s always funny to see how far can go his need for control. For her sake, I hope she gets pregnant fast… But for some reason, I think it’s going to take some time. We’ll see. You always surprise us anyway hahaha.
    Second, that damn paparazzi! I don’t get their need to get into people’s privacy. It was not a nice situation. And Christian worrying about Ana… Imagine if something actually happens to her and she ends up hurt. My God, he would actually be thermonuclear fifty! XD
    Third, Chris and his little “interruption”. I laughed really hard. Great scene. Maybe it was a signal that they should use the Red Room more often… They can’t get caught in there and it will be definitely fun 😉
    And finally, the conversation with Kate. I hate to admit it but I think she’s right. I’m not sure how positive the situation could be for Ana’s self-steem…

    I want to read the next one like NOW! Hahaha.

    Thank you for writing this wonderful story 🙂


  28. Barb says:

    What a great chapter! It was so nice to have Kate and Elliot back! I think Kate brought up some good questions that I don’t think Ana has resolved with herself about how she will really feel with all the women throwing themselves at Christian. It could possibly make her feel like she could never be enough for him and make her doubt her self-worth again. I know Christian loves her but would he be able to resist the swarms of women, and all that they could say or do to him during that time? The press will have a field day with it, probably ‘photoshopping’ pictures with other women to rile Ana and make more women think he’s available. I hope Ana really thinks about her feelings and is fully honest with him about it or it could spell trouble for them.


  29. Betty says:

    Great chapter …for the bottom of my heart your such great person with the word..i enjoy every aspect of the history but I special died for C and A secondary so hot!… I can’t wait for baby making night..but I can’t wait for pregnancy test result face…for all other details probably we have to wait after valentine day. … But doesn’t matter I enjoy any tiny details in your history a great commitment and effort…you must have your four book complete history publishes


    • Monique Lain says:

      Hi Betty, what a lovely review. Thank you so much! I appreciate the feedback and love that you enjoy the story! I’m glad that you look forward to things to come… 😉


  30. Deanna says:

    **Sigh** Really wishing I was on Christians kitchen counter right now!


  31. Gayle says:

    Monique ,I just finished your 47 chapters, I must tell you, I think you are a very talented writer. Your writing is intriguing and of course I cannot wait for chapter 48. You should be published. Keep the chapters coming. You rock!


    • Monique Lain says:

      Hi Gayle, welcome and thank you so much for the feedback! Love that you’ve taken the time to let me know! Did you notice the one shots as well? They are listed below the music on the sidebar, all sequels to the main story… 😉


      • Gayle says:

        I did notice the one shots Monique and really enjoyed them. Thanks You! Not only have I read FSOGT twice, I have now read your meander twice, good writing is keeping your readers interested and taking a second look to see what you missed the first time. Love the way you are making this story continue. The music is fantastic too! Thanks!


  32. canei says:

    if you and e.l. james did one together it would make billions and no one would ever make the best seller list again.


  33. danniella says:

    Love it! Can’t wait for the next chapter… when is it out
    🙂 x


  34. danniella says:

    Can’t wait to read it! xx


  35. jeangb says:

    I am new to this blog and I have been reading until early hours it’s so intriging. Please try and get the next chapter out, I WANT TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT. It would be good if Ana didn’t get pregnant straight away so that CG would know that things don’t happen just because he is in control and wants them to. Thanks for a great storyx


  36. Samara S. says:

    Ooh, I don’t know how well Ana will handle all the panty-dropping bitches!!! Ana is so sweet and I love how she is trying to embrace her lifestyle for her little family. Then again, Christian will try to protect her in every way. Plus, Elaina will put her 2 cents in, wouldn’t she??? Trying to take all the credit for Christian’s sensual gift to women, but now only Ana.
    Very much interested in what Christian has cooked up for their baby making encounter!!!
    Buy I really,really wanna know how Ana is gonna handle this. This is gonna be an important lesson with her. I just hope she makes a lot appointments with Dr. Flynn. It would probably be good for her and Christian to come up with a plan of action.
    Ok, I’m so very,very curious to read how this is going to play out. I’m sure you’ll have an exciting plot for it. Lol. 😉


  37. Anna says:

    Trying to wait patiently for 48. Not easy.
    Meantime, I wondered, looking at your profile picture- do you know whose lips those are and are those sugar crystals? Looks decadent.


  38. Tracey-Lee says:

    Keep checking for chapter 48…you have me completely gripped! Reading all the way in South Africa and have been sending the link to your blog around…we’re in love with CG all over again. Thank you for keeping the CG/AG story going. Its so well written too!


    • Monique Lain says:

      Hello Tracey-Lee, I’m an ex- Saffer!! Thank you for spreading the word. I’m still a long way away from posting but it will still be today (definitely for you) . The intensity of Christian making babies is taking a LOT from me… Thank you for your patience! 😉


  39. U have changed my life!!!! Just Love, love,love your work! Only found it recently and have Not stopped since! I am so great full for your extension of the story *my obesession* lol :). Your biggest South African fan 😉


    • Monique Lain says:

      Hello Chantaline! What a lovely name! Thank you very much for your lovely compliment, I’m so glad you enjoy my version of our beloved books! I’m from SA too, originally! 😉 Joburg!


  40. lewisvillegirl says:

    You never disappoint! Love the delicious hiney comment! And loving that Kate & Elliot are back. Thank you for your marvelous writing and sharing with all of us.


  41. Arkeco Thompson says:

    Loved the reunion of Kate and Ana. Can identify with Kate ‘ frustration of conception.


  42. crystal says:

    Oh my God if anyone had seen me 11:00pm staring at the computer laughing my ass off they would have thought I had gone mad when Chris told the family about mommy hiney!!! Hell my husband and I have been walked in by by our son, my father and a aunt. Shit happens!!
    Love your writing


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