In their room, he found her waiting for him.
“Okay, tell me the bad news.”
She stared at him.
“Just get it over with, and we can have sex and go back to trying.”
“Trying?”
“I know that this might never happen. I just want to hold my own child in my arms, so let’s keep trying.”
“I’m pregnant.”
He stared at her. “Wait. What?”
“You knocked me up, Captain Croft. We’re having a baby.”
His heart started pounding in his chest. “Are you serious?” he asked.
Emma nodded, and then she burst into tears.
Greyson stared at her like she was losing her mind. “You don’t want to be pregnant?”
She sniffled. “Hormones already.”
He smiled. “Oh, honey, I can’t wait. I’m going to enjoy every second of this journey.”
Greyson walked toward her and held his arms open. Immediately, Emma went into them.
“I’m also horny.”
That really made him laugh.
Emma reacted as that deep, whisky coated chuckle sent shivers down her spine.
“Well, if the mother of my future child wants sex, who am I to say no?” he asked, going to his knees in front of her to start stripping his wife.
He pulled off her boots, and then his fingers stopped on her belt buckle.
“There’s a little us in there,” he said, his eyes filling with tears. “We’ve made an us.”
She ran her fingers across his face. “We have, and I can’t wait.”
Greyson went back to pulling off her clothes until she stood naked in front of him. Greyson then got up, swept her off her feet, and placed her in the center of their bed.
“You are my queen.”
“You are my king,” she stated.
Greyson began at her neck, leaving little nips and bites all the way down her chest until he arrived at her breasts. With his mouth, he offered up so much pleasure.
Emma moaned as he continued lower.
At her navel, he teased it with the tip of his tongue.
“I can’t wait until you get all big with my child,” he admitted. “It makes me want to be a caveman.”
“You already are,” she reminded him. “I don’t know how you can top yourself.”
It made him laugh. “You have a point. I do the job well the first time. You being pregnant is proof.”
His ego made her smile.
God!
She loved him.
Lower he continued, until he found the part of Emma he loved devouring best. He plunged in, offering her so much pleasure.
When she fell with her first orgasm, he continued on until she was writhing beneath his lips.
Greyson wanted to show his wife one thing.
Not that he owned her.
Not that he was the king.
That she had all the power.
She owned his heart and forever would. Now their child would also have part of it.
He was complete.
As she shouted his name, Greyson slid up her torso until he was above her. “You’re my all.”
“Greyson, you’re wearing too many clothes. How about you get naked and join a girl in celebrating?”
He didn’t mind.
If his wife wanted him naked, by damn…he was getting naked. Her wish was his command.
Greyson pulled off his suit and tossed it over his shoulder piece by piece. The entire time, there was a boyish grin on his face.
It said it all.
His life was perfect.
He had his girl.
He had a child on the way.
This was all he could ask for from the universe.
When he was fully stripped, he jumped onto the bed, and Emma began giggling uncontrollably.
“The caveman wants to make fire with his sexy cave babe,” he said, running his fingers up her bare leg.
“Have at it, caveman.”
Croft found her mouth with his own. The kiss was scorching hot, and they both felt it to their toes. As he moved to cage her beneath his body, Emma pushed at his chest.
“No.”
Greyson hadn’t heard that word in…ever from his wife.
“What’s wrong?” he asked. “Am I hurting you?”
“I want to be on top.”
He grinned. “Well, I won’t stop you.”
He rolled, carefully taking her with him as if she was some kind of fragile porcelain.
“Have at it, kitten. I want to enjoy the show,” he admitted, bracing his arms behind his head.
Emma straddled his hips. When she took his rock-hard erection in her hand, he moaned.
“Yes, please,” he muttered as she stroked him.
Emma got into position and slid him home.
The heat shot through them both, filling Greyson with need, and Emma with lust.
While he’d wanted a gentle ride, his wife had other ideas. She began bouncing in his lap.
Greyson watched as Emma worked herself into a tizzy with his body. There was nothing like enjoying the sexy show.
Emma came riding his dick, and when she was finished, Greyson rolled, making sure he was going to enjoy the finale.
“My turn,” he said, sliding in and out of the wetness.
Emma arched into each stroke until her husband’s erection kissed deeply into her body.
Their mouths met.
Their tongues did battle.
Hands roamed.
They moaned each other’s names.
Then it happened. The explosion came, and it pulled them both under. As the amazing spiral of colors took them under, both were helpless to fight it.
They fell.
They floated.
It was perfection—much like the kingdom they had built.
Together.
Neither spoke as they floated in the pleasure. Finally, it was Emma who broke her silence.
“That was perfect. I’m not horny anymore.”
“I hope you get horny all the time,” Greyson admitted. “I don’t mind taking one for the team,” he said, as she yawned.
He watched her drift off to sleep.
“Close your eyes, honey. I have you,” he promised.
She did just that.
“I’ll love you until the end of time.”
And he would—with all of his heart.
* * * G r e y s o n C r o f t * * *
Monday
Night
To say Chris was nervous would be an understatement. As he dropped Natasha off outside the building, he had that really sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.
While she was in the building, he wouldn’t have communication with her except for the tiny ear buds Dimitri had given them.
It scared him.
What if she needed him?
How was he supposed to get to her?
All he knew was he was supposed to sit in their vehicle and keep an eye on the building. When Natasha was out, he’d pick her up and they’d head home.
Yeah, this was a nightmare.
Back in their room, he made love to her to chase away the fear. Now it was back, and it was rearing it’s big, ugly head.
All Chris could do was wait.
“Christopher, can you hear me?” Nat asked over the ear bud.
“Honey! Are you okay?”
“Yes. I’m inside by the main level elevators. I need to get past the security guards. Can you do me a favor?” she asked.
“What?”
“Are there any cars in the lot?”
“Yeah.”
“Set off one or two alarms.”
He could do that.
Getting out of his vehicle, that they had tucked away, Chris found two big rocks and tossed them across the lot at the vehicles.
He crossed his fingers as they began screeching out a warning.
Chris dove back into their ride and prayed that whoever owned them would stay away.
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br /> He watched as security came rushing out of the building to investigate.
“Thank you, Captain,” she said, out of breath.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Climbing an elevator shaft,” she stated.
“Jesus, Natasha.”
There was soft laughter. “There are never alarms in elevator shafts, or cameras. This is the best way.”
He got it.
He still didn’t like it.
For the next ten minutes, the com went silent. Chris was afraid to say anything, not wanting to distract his woman.
Finally, he couldn't handle it anymore.
“I need you to tell me what you’re doing,” he stated. “I get less freaked out if you tell me.”
“I’m cutting alarm wires into the accounting office,” she stated.
He listened. There was a beep.
“We’re in,” she whispered.
Natasha scanned the inside of the room as she locked the door behind her. “It’ll only take me a few minutes,” she promised.
Chris tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as he stared into the building at the security desk. There were two rent-a-cops, and they were wearing guns.
That didn’t make him happy.
They were the ones more likely to shoot first and ask NO questions later.
“I have the one cabinet in sight. It’s got an electric lock. I’ll hack it and then check the offices.”
He heard her work.
“You know, this is really sexy,” he muttered, trying not to think about what could happen.
She laughed. “You’ll have to show me how sexy later, Captain. I do love a naughty man.”
It was his turn to laugh.
“How many naughty men are you fooling around with?” he asked, as his stomach knotted.
“Only one. He’s the only one I’m going to be with for the rest of my life.”
Chris’s heart skipped.
He could only hope.
“I have a shitload of files here. Dalton has them under Mays. He was working on something.”
“Good. Get the hell out of there before you get caught.”
Natasha tucked them into her messenger bag. “I will, but first I have to check his office. There might be something in there,” she admitted.
Chris was watching the front desk with high powered binoculars. As soon as he heard the click of the door opening over the com, a red light went off on the security desk. The men looked around, and they began running toward the elevator.
“Oh, shit! You tripped some silent alarm,” he stated.
Natasha stayed cool.
“They’re coming up the elevator. You’ll have company in about two minutes.”
She finished pulling files.
It was time to go.
“I’m getting out.”
“How?” he asked.
There were shouts and banging on the door.
“Or less than two minutes,” Natasha stated. “Those are freaking fast elevators!”
“Baby, get out!”
There was a crash of glass, and Chris flinched. “What the hell?”
He saw glass falling from the top of the building, and a rope dropping outside.
She wasn’t going to…?
There was no way.
Then he saw his sexy cat burglar. She was repelling down the side of a building.
He couldn’t believe it.
“I’d get the motor running,” she said, as gunshots went past her and into the ground.
Chris did just that, and he pulled up to the curb with the door open.
Natasha hit the ground, rolled, and jumped into the front seat, barely pulling the door closed before the window shattered from a bullet.
“Now would be a good time to drive it like you stole it,” she stated.
So, he did.
Chris pulled out of the parking lot, racing away from the building and into the night. All he could hope was they could ditch this stolen ride before the cops caught them.
That would suck.
“What next?” Chris stated.
“We get to Dimitri’s ride, we lay low to make sure we aren’t being tailed, and then tomorrow morning, we head home.”
“We have to wait until tomorrow?”
She nodded, checking out the cracked back window to ensure they weren’t tailed.
“Yeah, we can’t head there now. There will be an APB out on this ride,” she stated, as she began wiping the dash down of any fingerprints.
“I am going to get you naked and have my way with you as soon as we’re not on the lam.”
She laughed. “That sounds like a good way to burn off all the adrenaline.”
He shook his head.
“You Gideons are bat shit insane.”
He wasn’t telling her anything she didn’t know.
* * * G r e y s o n C r o f t * * *
Dimitri got word that they were safe, so he notified the family. They were all sitting in the living room and working.
Paris was on the couch with his wife, going over all their notes and files, and Steele was flipping through the autopsy reports from Riley Henderson.
“Well?” Greyson asked when he arrived back in the room.
“They’re safe. They’re going to stay away from Terrace Glen until morning. They had a little situation.”
“How little?” Emma asked, yawning. Her little nap helped, but she was tired. Greyson had tried to ditch her to come back and work alone, but she was a light sleeper.
“It involved guns, Chris freaking out, and some rent-a-cops. They’re safe, and staying at one of our places we use after a…” He’d almost said ‘burglary’. “Mission.”
Honestly, Emma didn’t want to know the details. It would just make her nervous.
“But they’re okay?” she asked.
“Yeah, they’re in one piece.”
Since they were safe, that meant that the team could start breaking this apart.
“Who do we have as suspects?” Greyson asked.
“A shitload of bodyguards, a few bouncers, and a couple of strippers.”
“Give me motive?” Emma stated.
“Power?” Greyson stated. “This is Vegas. Here, it’s all about who is strongest.”
“Well, that’s you,” Tessa stated.
“Yeah, and he did try for your warehouse,” Paris admitted. “Maybe you’re part of this.”
Emma began pacing. “This whole thing feels like we’re being led around by our noses. This killer took out Dalton, and then began playing a game.”
“Yeah, digging him up is where this started,” Steele stated.
Just then, Sam wandered into the room.
Everyone looked over at him.
“Can I help?” he asked.
All of them had the gut reaction to tell him no, but it was Dimitri who beat them to the punch.
“You can help, Sam. Since you’re going to be part of my family, you might as well be part of the business, right?”
He came in and took a seat beside Emma. When she patted him on the leg, he didn’t flinch away.
“Do I get paid to be part of the business?” he asked.
Dimitri laughed. “Ahhhhh, there’s my son.”
Emma was happy to see the boy smiling.
“You will draw a salary, once you graduate from school. Think of this as an apprenticeship. Kat will teach you how to break into places, Natasha will teach you how to disguise yourself, and I’ll teach you security.”
“So breaking the law?” the boy asked.
No one spoke.
“Let’s call it the family business, and go from there.”
“Cool. I’m in. Can I have a laptop?” he asked.
Dimitri handed him Curtis’s. It was sleek, it was pricey, and now it was his.
“Curtis is going to weep,” Emma said, smiling.
They all got it.
“I’ll share,” Sam offered.
That, right the
re, was the most powerful thing that could ever come out of the boy’s mouth.
“He’d like that,” Emma said.
“Are we square, babe?” he asked, knowing she was probably already aware what he’d told Greyson.
“Deuce, we’re beyond square. We’re hexagon.”
He stared at her.
“You’re weird. I like it.”
Emma ruffled his hair, and still, he didn’t move.
“Let’s get the family business started,” Greyson stated. “What can we tell so far?”
Paris took over the job Curtis normally did. He sent the information to the big screen, all the while watching the boy. He was coming out of his shell.
He’d been right.
“Dalton was tortured by someone,” he offered. “That’s where this all starts.”
Tessa spoke up, “I’m still running those searches. By morning, I should have something. We should have a deep enough search on everyone who worked for Tony Mays.”
Greyson checked out his watch.
He wanted to get Emma back to bed.
“Steele, is there anything else you can tell me about the bodies?”
He was busy reading the files again.
Something didn’t seem right.
“Steele?”
They waited for him to finish.
Then he glanced up. “We have a problem. I have an inconsistency.”
“What?” Emma stated.
“I need some time to look at these autopsies, and I need a place to spread them out. Can I borrow your office?” he asked.
“Sure, go ahead.”
He and Dante got up, carrying a big pile of the files out of the room.
“He’s weird,” Sam said.
“Why?” Emma asked.
“He likes looking at dead bodies. Who does that?” he asked.
“An ME,” Emma stated.
Paris smiled at the boy. He looked to be adjusting fairly well.
“What do you want to be when you grow up?” he asked Sam.
“I don’t know. I never thought I’d grow up.”
That was sad.
Dimitri took over.
“He’s going to take over this business,” Dimitri stated. “I won’t be doing this forever, and if he’s going to be a Gideon, he’ll be my replacement.”
“Can you teach me?” he asked.
Dimitri smiled. “I can.”
“Are you really a criminal?”
“Why?” Dimitri asked.
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