CHAPTER 29

Christian was never so glad to be home and away from the office. It had been one fuck-up after another resulting in the termination of three people. Of the three people one was a Department Head and that vacancy would have to be filled immediately and hopefully with someone qualified thoroughly to manage and freshen the GEH brand. If he had his way, he would have his wife on his management team, but she was more than happy in publishing. He walked into the living room and made his way into the kitchen for a cool glass of water and to see what Gail was preparing for their dinner. The kitchen was empty and the stove top was cold. He frowned as he checked his watch. It was after six and usually their meal was nearly prepared when they came home. "Taylor." He said into his phone. "Have you seen my wife and where is Gail?"

"Mrs. Grey is in charge of dinner this evening sir and has given Gail and me the evening off." Taylor hoped he didn't ruin any of the Mrs.'s plans. "Have plans changed sir?"

"No, not that I am aware of, but then again, I do not know what the hell is going on in my own home." Christian snapped his phone off and pulled open the refrigerator door.

"Whine much, hubby and would you like cheese with it?" A soft voice said. Christian closed the refrigerator door to find his most beautiful wife smiling up at him wearing only a whisper thin white gossamer shift that barely covered the top of her creamy white thighs. He gulped as his grey eyes turned to molten silver. She was pulsating with sexual energy with her hair left loose and wavy over her shoulders. She wore very little makeup, just a breath of blush on her cheeks and a soft mauve gloss glistening on her very kissable lips. Her blue eyes were a blazed with need and desire for him. He swallowed once again when he noticed the white lace five-inch Jimmy Choo's and the silk thigh-high stockings. "I am so glad you are home, my love." Her voice was soft yet husky. Every vibration of her voice made every nerve ending in his body spark.

"You are?" He swallowed once again.

"Oh, yes. I miss you when we are apart." She took a small step towards him, halted to let him get the full effect of the outfit she wore just for him. The shift was so thin that he could make out the harden buds of her breasts. He envied the material that got to caress that skin.

"You do?" He finally put the wine bottle down that he had been holding. He wasn't sure but he thought he forgot to breathe. She was every sexual need, desire, and want he had ever thought of. He was only aware of her. He could smell her sweet and sensual woman's scent that was only Ana. If he could only bottle her essence, he would be the richest man in the universe, but then again, he already was since Ana was his and only his. She took another step and gave her head a slight shake to let her soft waves cloud around her shoulders and sending another intoxicating scent to further seduce her husband. "I… I…had a bad day, baby. I couldn't wait to get home to you."

"I am so sorry for that, my love." She cocked her head to one side, smiled at him then took a running leap onto the island. She bit her lip as his eyes grew wide at her actions and was shocked into silence. She crossed her legs and let the shift ride up onto her hip to show that she pantie-less. A giggle escaped her when she heard him moan. "You should have called me. I am sure I could have done something to take your mind off your troubles." Her voice was so sultry that a man would have to be an idiot not to know what she was hinting at. "After all, I am your wife, your helpmeet, the woman who loves and adores you above all other men." She gracefully poured some red wine into his glass then offered it up to him as Eve had offered up the apple to Adam.

Christian stared at the glass for a few moments. "Ana, I can't think…I mean you look so damn good. I don't know if I should…you got me all wrapped up…"

"Shhhh." She lowly moaned as she put the glass down and pulled him close. Her legs went around his waist. "I love you, Christian. I love you so very much."

"I love you, too, baby."

"Then, take me to bed, stud. Why are we wasting time in the kitchen?"

"We could have some real good fun in here, baby, licking things off each other." He wiggled his eyebrows at her suggestively.
"Yes, but the floor is hard and cold, and our bed is soft…" She kissed his chin. "… and warm…" She kissed up his neck. "… and oh so comfortable." She gently nibbled on his earlobe. "Love me, Christian." His animalistic growl was all she heard as he swept her off the counter. They were in their bedroom and she found herself flat on the bed, her shift tore in two and her nipple sucked into his hot wet mouth. He was still growling like a caveman. All she could do was laugh. She had drove him to desire's brink of insanity with need of her.

"You are such a naughty girl." He said as he stood up on his knees between her legs. He didn't bother to unbutton his shirt, but pulled it open, sending buttons in every direction. The shirt was thrown off to the side forgotten. "You have tempted me beyond human thought. What should I do with you?"

Ana reached for him. "Love me. Worship me, Christian. Worship me with your body as I worship yours."

Their lovemaking bordered on savagery. Neither could get enough of each other. Each round led to another until they both were spent and nearly limp over the edge of the bed. Ana was quite proud of herself. She had exhausted her husband in the best way a man could ever want.

"Woman, you are going to kill me." He declared laying on his back with his arm over his head. He was still breathing hard. "But, hell, what a way to go. Heaven would refuse me entrance because of the eat-shit grin I must have plastered on." Ana busted out laughing. She repositioned herself into his side, his free arm pulling her even tighter into him. "I could get used to this…I love this."

"I love you, Christian." She murmured as her eyes started to drift shut. "I will always love you."

"Ohhhhh, darling sweetheart of mine." A soft voice sing-song. "Wakey, wakey…time to eat. You need your protein." Ana laughed as one grey eye opened then another. "I have sustenance for us." She presented a bed tray with a large steak, mashed potatoes, French-style green beans and a side dish of fresh tropical fruit. "I thought we could share." She nodded to the bed side table. "Can you pour the wine?"

"Of course, my dear." He sat up in the bed with a well- deserved smile. He liked this domesticated homey feeling that crushed over him like the rolling surf. He felt at home in his own home and in his own bed. It was Ana, he knew. She was his home and wherever she was, he was home. "Honey, there is only one glass."

"I know. I have no taste for wine." She watched him as he poured a glass of wine. The sheet pulled away from his body giving her a bird's eye view of his flexing stomach muscles as he stretched. The man was perfection. Every muscle defined and developed to an art form. She felt herself getting warm then felt her face burn red when she was caught by him. He was smirking at her, letting her know that he knew that she liked what she saw. When he settled back into a sitting position, she placed the bed-tray over his lap. "This looks delicious. I have to admit, I didn't cook. I had it delivered."

With his trade-mark smirk and an ornery gleam in his eye, he spoke. "I thought you were cooking wonderfully." A giggle escaped and that plump red lip was bit into. Her nervous tell. He studied her for a moment. His wife was glowing. She was radiant! She had been well-loved and thoroughly fucked and he was shocked she had the energy to even leave their bed to fetch their meal. "So, what do you want to tell me?"

"Tell you?"

"Yeah, tell me." He reached over and gently brushed her wild hair from her lovely face. "It must be important."

Again, those perfect pearly white teeth bit into her plumb kissable bottom lip. "I… well…actually we have a houseguest coming in the future."

Christian sighed heavily. "Who and for how long?" He cringed at the idea that maybe one of his siblings was wanting to move in for a while or worse yet, one of her friends. He didn't want to share her with anyone or have their time together put upon.

Ana cleared her voice. "Well, the "who" is our child and for how long is for the rest of our lives."

Christian took up his fork and knife preparing to cut into their steak when her words finally sunk in. He was mentally preparing an argument for all the reasons that they didn't need an extended houseguest. Their lives were full enough with their jobs and their house being restored. The utensils fell from his hand and the bed tray went flying to the floor. He was on his feet staring down at her, looking for evidence of what he thought she was saying. "Ana…are you sure? Are we … having a baby?" Please say yes, please say yes… He waited for a few seconds but she just smiled up at him. "Ana, you are killing me."

"Look in the drawer of your side table." She giggled as he found what she left him. He turned around with a sonogram photo in his hand. "We are having a baby. We are almost three months along. Dr. Green puts me at 11 weeks."

Christian went to his knees before her. Tears were streaming down his cheeks. "I am going to be a father…you have made me a father."

"And, you have made me a mother." She reached over and pulled him into her breast. "We have made a life together. We are a family, our family."

The Seattle Police Department was an array of hustle and bustle as the good men and women in blue worked diligently to serve and protect. Within this mass of madness, one man sat in his office away from the everyday noise of the office. On his desk was a stack of papers, photographs, and sworn statements of witnesses that were accusing a very prominent Seattle citizen of attempted murder. All the evidence was damning. "Fuck." The Detective swore to himself. "Why the hell did I have to catch this fucking case?"