A long hot tongue and dog breath wake me from a sound sleep. Samson must have stayed the night with Raul and now he's back. The damned dog has everyone in his life wrapped around his paws. I push him back so I can untangle myself from the covers and get up. Sam gives a short whine when he looks at his mistress buried beneath the covers; I call him so he doesn't wake her. Raul is sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and reading my newspaper when I walk out in a bathrobe."Make yourself at home why don't you," I grumble. "Hand over the business section," I add with my hand out. I'm fully aware most people no longer read an actual newspaper but I love it. At least when it's neat and in its proper order.Raul knows my bark is worse than my bite in the morning. "I haven't been kicked out yet, so the little seduction scene last night must have worked."I rub my cock and balls to Raul's delight. "The further advanced her pregnancy gets the hornier she becomes. She hasn't done a scene

I run up all four flights of stairs. We'll be carrying Lydia all the way down if the power doesn't come back on. Lydia is pacing the carpet when I enter the front room, her expression worried. I want to yell at her for walking around. We need things to slow down. Instead, I scoop her into my arms and pull her tightly against me. I press my lips to her neck and cheek."I love you. I promise our baby will be fine. You have my word." She immediately relaxes in my arms. I rub her back and hold her. A few minutes won't make a difference and I want her calm for the trip down the stairs. Less than a minute later, she stiffens and inhales deeply. "Breathe," I tell her because she's holding her breath and I know by the pain on her face that this is a contraction. "How long have the pains been going on, Lydia?" I ask as soon as it ends."A few hours," she whispers. "I'm sorry," she adds when my expression turns murderous. Now's not the time to lose my cool, so I tone it down a notch. "Why didn't

Five minutes after Abigail is born, the electricity comes on. Five minutes after that, paramedics take over. I grab Lydia's pre-packed travel bag and follow them to the ambulance.Doctor Pastavich, Lydia's OB/GYN is waiting at the hospital. All our preplanning is out the window, but I'm able to cut the cord. A nurse takes Abigail away so they can check her out thoroughly. Lydia requires stitches and I hold her hand while the doctor works. A short time later, tightly bundled in a pink blanket, the nurse places Abigail back into Lydia's arms. She's sucking dramatically on her fist and we all smile."She's doing wonderfully considering how she made her appearance. A pediatrician looked her over. He'll be in to see you soon. Right now this little one needs to eat." The nurse helps Lydia with her hospital gown.Lydia lifts the baby to her breast and pinches her nipple, rubbing it against the small pert mouth. Abigail's head makes a searching movement before she finds what she's looking

Our nanny interviews are unsuccessful over the next two weeks. I'm back at the club most evenings and Lydia is growing grouchier each day.It's the busy season with out of town travelers arriving in droves. I perform two basic scenes with experienced subs who don't need sexual stimulation. I'm ready to have my wife back and she's all I can think about. Lydia has no problem giving me blow jobs but we're both at the point where kinky sex is what we really need. Aftercare with the second sub is tricky because my cock swells with thoughts of my wife when I should be thinking about the woman I'm holding.It takes three minutes to decide that this isn't working, so I fetch Celia a drink of water and hand over orange slices before letting her go to the bar to visit with friends. There's no way I'm doing another scene tonight. I notice a crowd gathering at one of the stations and decide to check it out before calling it a night."Damn," I mutter under my breath when I see who has everyone's

PART TWOAs the gray gun smoke dissipates and the house becomes dark and eerily quiet, the usual watery burn from the smoke hits my eyes. I'll take the acrid smell home on my clothes and my eyes will remain red until I sleep off the effects.After hours of preparing the SWAT team's entry, the violence is over quickly and several bullet-riddled bodies lay on the bare floor. Unlike what Hollywood portrays, there are only small pools of blood beneath the bodies. No splattered blood-covered walls, just a body count.The underground intel led us to believe there were only three men inside, but where there's one gun, there are two and with two, there are three. Training dictates you never forget the plus-one rule.The entry team suffered no injuries, though a piece of sharp, splintered wood from the doorframe nicked my face. I barely notice the sting or the thin line of blood; my attention is on the safety of my men and finding the women."Clear, clear, clear." The cries sound from othe