C.J. loved the massage oils almost as much as she loved Matt's fingertips. He'd sprung them on her after pizza and dessert at his beach house. They'd eaten on the deck overlooking the ocean. Back when he'd lived on the ranch, he'd picked up the beach house in a short sale to use as a place to crash when he worked late at the office or had flown in from some business trip to LAX.

Since then he discovered it had other uses. It had with some finesse turned into the ultimate bachelor pad. He'd decorated the living room masculine style with a mixture of antiques and contemporary style. Photos of his family and his growing up years lined the walls not covered by his ultra-amped entertainment center including a wide screen highest definition ever TV. A wet bar and comfy chase for the times to cozy up and enjoy the entertainment center.

A well designed kitchen with windows looking out into the hills behind him, adorned with wild flowers this time of year and with an island in the middle to prepare meals. A spiral staircase to the upper floor with three bedrooms including the master suite with the rain forest styled shower and a sunken tub with jets.

Matt had a thing for bubbly hot water having a matching hot tub outside on his back deck. She loved his pad but didn't spend much time there during periods when he entertained. Now she was there in one of the spare bedrooms lying on top of a comfy blanket wearing only what she was born with while he worked his magic on her.

Athena his ex from two summers ago had worked as a massage therapist and taught him what she knew. All C.J. knew was that at least the time spent with one of his string of women had been well spent indeed.

"That feels…oh my god…."

He rubbed more oil into the tender spot between her shoulder blades. Thank goodness she could still lie on her stomach though that'd change soon enough.

"We haven't even gotten to foreplay yet...and you're noisy…"

She threw him a pointed look.

"Houston…this is even better…"

He stopped looking at her.

"C.J. you wound me…"

"Houston…don't stop with the fingers okay," she said, "When we're done here then you can start making other parts of me feel good."

He knew how to do that most definitely in ways that could make a woman blush.

"I plan on doing that…now that I got you naked."

"Yes you did…but next it'll be your turn," she said, "It's really a sin that men like you have to wear clothing at all."

"I don't have to…for the rest of the night…"

She smiled and sat up to look at him, pulling the blanket around her. He grabbed it away from her.

"Don't you dare…!"

She glanced away from him.

"Houston…I'm putting on some weight...and not just up top."

He smiled, joining her on the bed. She started pushing up his shirt over his head until she saw his bare chest.

"You look beautiful…you will always look beautiful."

She leaned over and kissed him on the mouth then traced his lips with a finger.

"Thanks…you don't know how much I'll appreciate that in a few months…when I'm huge."

He chuckled.

"I'm looking forward to that," he said, "and seeing our baby being born."

She felt her eyes sting at the wistfulness in his voice. She pulled him closer to her and started working on getting him out of his pants.

Delilah got through to the superintendent at the prison that housed Robert Tyler to set up his jailhouse interview but the man threw up a couple roadblocks.

"No jailhouse interviews," he said, "in fact, the inmate which you speak of is in solitary until further notice."

"For what? Getting in a food fight in the cafeteria."

She couldn't imagine what the gorgeously designed former news anchor could have done to get into trouble. She'd seen videos of him relating news stories including the one of the infamous kidnapping that had turned out to be bogus.

Interviewing him about siring his ex-girlfriend's baby during a visit would send her circulation soaring through the roofs. She just had to land this interview with him.

"No…he was caught conducting an illegal podcast on a computer while on work assignment in the office."

Oh…that sounded interesting but she still needed her interview.

"I need to talk to him then," she said, "It's the upmost urgency…of an intimate nature."

"Oh so you're another one of his girlfriends?"

She caught the weary tone in his voice.

"No…but I ran into a former girlfriend, the one he almost married…"

"Ah…you mean the one who turned against him and stung him in the hotel room."

Damn he knew all about that too. It's been splashed all over the press including the Daily Mirror.

Before she bought it.

"Yes…you see she's pregnant," she said, "and it times very well with her last visit with him."

"It was the only time she visited according to the logs."

Delilah cleared her throat.

"Well that just makes it clear that she was out to get what she wanted which was his child and she took great measures to ensure she'd get what she wanted."

A pause on the other end. She knew that the superintendent was considering her news. Most likely at this point in the game nothing could shock him but he still had to make a decision.

"I'll have to consider it….I don't understand why this woman hasn't come back to visit him," he said, "if she's as interested in it as you seem to claim."

Delilah knew she'd have to wait for better news than that.

"Okay then…I'll leave you a number so you can contact me when you decide. It's really for the best. If he's got a child, prison inmate or not, he should know."

The superintendent said goodbye and she clicked off her phone feeling satisfied with herself.

C.J felt so good enveloped in his arms after coming back down to earth afterwards. Her breath slowed and she felt her muscles relax. Damn he knew how to do it for her, if she had any idea…but the past couldn't be changed.

"That was…"

He pulled her closer to him and she felt so safe with his arms around her. No place she'd rather be right now.

"You hungry?"

"A little…but it can wait Houston…this is just too nice right now."

"Sure is…the night's still early too."

She shivered.

"I'm glad…."

Then the phone rang.