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  "Mr Rivers. Come this way." The receptionist led him and Jasmine down a short hallway, opened the door to Dr Greer's office, and ushered them in.

  Standing Dr Greer, a tall, lean, greying middle-aged man left his chair and came around his desk to shake Grant's hand. "Good to see you again Grant, take a seat." Dr Greer motioned for the chair in front of his desk and then resumed his seat behind it.

  "Thanks Doctor." Holding Jasmine tight to him, he took a seat.

  "Your daughter is beautiful, Grant." He leaned forward in his chair and opened up Grant's file. "Looks like her mother, I assume," he joked looking up from the file he'd been scanning to watch Grant's reaction to his teasing.

  Grant looked away from Dr Greer and down at his precious daughter and ran is hand over the top of her head that was covered in blonde fuzz. Relishing in the feel of her father's, loving touch, the baby cooed and closed her eyes snuggling closer to him.

  A warm smile lit his face. "She looks identical to her." Looking up he caught the older man's gaze and they shared a smile.

  "Well then, first things first. When do I show up for supper tonight? And have you told Nikki?"

  "Nope, I have a feeling she'd never agree so this is going to be a surprise visit. And supper will be ready at six."

  The Doctor nodded. "I don't agree with you ambushing her with me, but I'll trust your judgement."

  "Thank you Doctor." Grant sighed. He wished this could go another way, he really did. When he quit doing field work for the agency the secrecy was supposed to be done and over. Sadly, it wasn't.

  "Now, let's discuss your request to start working in the field again?"

  Grant looked down at Jasmine who was looking up at him with suspicion. At least he felt it was suspicion though he knew it was his conscience making it seem that way. He ran a hand through his short dark hair and huffed. Awwww, damn.

  *****

  "A colleague from work huh?" Closing the oven door, Nikki placed the cooked-to-perfection roast on the kitchen counter and turned to face her husband, giving him a wide smile. "I'm actually nervous, meeting someone you work with."

  Grant closed the distance between them and kissed her temple. "Yup, I think you'll really like him. Real down to earth kinda guy."

  Nikki was about to ask him what his occupation at the agency was when the sound of the doorbell interrupted them.

  "I'll get that babe."

  Grant dashed from the kitchen to answer the door, leaving Nikki to finish preparing supper. Once she was satisfied with how supper had turned out she made her way into the living room where Grant and his co-worker were seated, partaking in what appeared to be an intense conversation. So intense that she was about to turn and flee back into the kitchen not wanting to interrupt, but Grant's head turned and his eyes caught hers.

  Both men stood and Nikki found she was somewhat surprised at the appearance of their dinner guest. She expected to see a younger man, nearly as well-built as her husband, but instead he was an older gentleman, tall and slender, his dark hair cut short and greying at the temples.

  Once she was done her inspection of their dinner guest her eyes caught Grant's again and she raised her brow questioningly.

  Grant cleared his throat and walked over to her. "Nikki, this is Dale Greer."

  Dale walked over to the couple and extended his hand to her. "It's a pleasure to meet you Nikki, Grant has told me a lot about you."

  Wish I could say the same about you; she found herself thinking as she gave him a smile and accepted his extended hand. "You too, Dale." Stepping out of Grant's embrace she motioned towards the dining room. "Supper is ready if you two are ready to eat?"

  Once everyone was served, Nikki decided to get to get the bottom of Grant's new friend. "So what division do you work for Dale?" she asked, and then took a sip from her water.

  "I'm in their human services department."

  "Hmmmm." The answer was suspiciously obscure to her.

  "Grant was telling me you've been having trouble sleeping?"

  "Yes, I..." Her eyes narrowed as she looked from Dale to Grant and back again. "What exactly do you do in the human services department Dale?"

  Dale smiled, glanced over at Grant who shrugged and then focused his attention back to Nikki.

  That bugger!She shot Grant a glare and waited for the response she knew was coming. She'd been tricked into having supper with the agency psychologist. She had no doubt about it.

  "I'm a psychologist, Nikki. Grant felt it would be a good idea to chat. Casually, and I tend to agree, you've gone through a traumatic experience recently."

  Nikki immediately felt herself go on the defensive and she shot another glare at Grant. They'd discussed this; she was going to go see someone when she was ready. Sure she had an especially hard night last night, but still.

  With a defeated sigh, Nikki gave in. "Yes, I've been having some issues with dreams waking me up at night." She shrugged. "It isn't as big a deal as Grant feels it is."

  "I see."

  She watched Dale as he spooned mashed potatoes into his mouth. I see was hardly all he had to say on the issue, she was sure of that.

  "These potatoes, are amazing Nikki. Best I think I've ever tasted." He gave her a wink. "Just don't tell my wife."

  "Thank you, But-"

  "The thing with night terrors is that they usually occur in people who suffer from PTSD or generalized anxiety disorder. It doesn't have to continue Nikki, if you talk with me I'm confident we can work through this. Like everything else in life it'll take time."

  Nikki set her fork on her plate. She'd suddenly lost her appetite. "So you're assuming I have PTSD?"

  Dale shook his head. "I'm not assuming a thing Nikki. From what Grant has told me and what I've read from the incident report detailing how you shot Diana in self-defence after she attempted to kill Grant, I'm inclined to believe that you may be suffering from it."

  She looked across the table at Grant, shooting him another dirty glare. She knew she shouldn't be so resistant to the idea, and she wasn't sure what was making her so opposed. Pride perhaps. She'd always been of the understanding that a shrink was for people with serious mental and emotional issues. She didn't see her little nightmare problem as a serious issue. Dr Greer's expertise was better used on someone else.

  Seeing her hesitation Dale continued. "Everyone needs someone outside of their inner circle to confide in and seek advice from, from time to time. It's nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed over Nikki."

  Taking a deep breath in, she glanced over at Grant and saw the hopefulness and affection in his grey eyes. Even if she didn't want to do this for herself she needed to do this for Grant. Her mind shifted to the sleeping angel upstairs. And for Jasmine. Finally, she nodded. "Alright."

  Chapter 4

  "So, how angry are you with me?" Grant asked as he stepped behind her as she washed the dishes and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back against his front and nuzzling her neck.

  Grant felt bad for ambushing her with Dale, but after the previous night he knew he couldn't ignore it any longer. She'd thrashed more violently and screamed louder than she'd ever had before. While it didn't happen very often he knew it was time to put his foot down with her. To his surprise she didn't tense in his arms, in fact, he was pleasantly surprised when she sighed and melted back into his embrace.

  She let her head fall back against his shoulder and looked up to catch his gaze. "I'm not angry. I can only imagine how stressful this is on you and my being tired constantly because I'm not getting enough sleep isn't good for Jasmine."

  "So you're going to see Dale tomorrow afternoon right?"

  She smiled and nodded, kissing him softly on the side of the neck. "I promise."

  "Good." He planted a soft kiss on her temple.

  Turning in his arms, she slid her hands up his chest and locked her hands behind his neck. He loved the feeling of her soft body pressed against his and as usual, his dick went on alert.

  "Don't su
ppose you have any other little secrets that you should let me in on?" she raised an inquisitive brow at him, but her tone was joking.

  His mind rushed back to his conversation with Dale over him applying to go back into the field. Dale held his fate on the transfer and he was opposed to it. For the moment anyhow. A prang of guilt struck him. He'd promised Nikki it was a desk job from there on in, but dammit, the desk was killing him. He wasn't a pencil pusher, never was. Keeping him chained to a desk was like keeping a tiger caged. It was against his nature.

  "Nothing at all honey," he replied. Liar, a voice in the back of his mind screamed.

  "Good." Nikki pressed herself a little tighter against him, her breasts crushing up against his rock hard chest. "I know it's been hard for you. Leaving the job you love."

  The guilt within him rose and octave. He pressed it down. It wasn't as though he'd actually been transferred back to field work. In was a 'pending' situation. You're just trying to justify it, the voice in his mind screamed out.

  She pulled back from him, ever so slightly, and her eyes narrowed. "What aren't you telling me Grant?"

  Fuck and double fuck! He hated how she could read him so well. He'd been trained to beat the best of lie detectors, but apparently the greatest lie detector in the world was standing before him, her sapphire blue eyes scrutinizing him.

  "Oh hey!" Backing away from her, he gave her a slap on the rear, making her squeal and giggle. "Let me finish up the dishes and you go upstairs and check out what's inside the bag I left for you on the bed."

  The scrutiny in her gaze quickly vaporized and she chewed at her lower lip, a smile touching her lips. "Why? Whatcha got for me upstairs?"

  Glad he'd distracted her, he returned her smile and gave her a wink. "Go upstairs and find out. And be waiting for me when I'm done here." He grabbed her one final time, pulled her tight against him, and pressed his cock against her stomach between their layers of clothing

  Lowering his mouth to hers, he swept his lips against hers and she quickly welcomed his lips and probing tongue. A flare-up of desire shot through him and he contemplated briefly skipping the dishes altogether. "Now get moving."

  Pulling away, she gave him a saucy grin and took a few steps backward her eyes locked to his. "Alright. You have ten minutes Agent Rivers, or I'll be coming for you."

  *****

  With her suspicions of Grant keeping something from her no longer at the forefront of her mind, Nikki took a moment to check on Jasmine who'd already been awake earlier, fed and was now back into another deep sleep. Giving the baby a kiss on the forehead she made her way down the hallway to the bedroom she shared with Grant.

  As promised there was a small brown bag sitting on the bed waiting for her. Grinning, she went to the bed, picked up the bag and reached in. Laughing she pulled out what was inside, a skimpy maid uniform. "You have got to be kidding me."

  They'd played nurse and patient a while back and he'd loved it. They'd planned on playing again, and it appeared that tonight was going to be that night. Putting the outfit up to her, and twirling around to look at herself in the mirror she feared it would be a little too snug.

  "Now, I completed my end of the bargain, the dishes are done and put away. Why aren't you in the uniform, with a duster in hand and practicing a cheesy French accent?"

  Laughing, Nikki turned towards Grant's voice. He was standing in the doorway, one foot crossed over the other, his shoulder leaning against the door jab, arms crossed over his chest. Despite his joking tone, his eyes intense with his desire.

  Her eyes started at his bare feet, moved up his powerful denim clad thighs, and to his broad chest and then to meet his eyes. With each inch that her eyes moved up his body, the dull ache between her legs increased. By the time their eyes met, she could feel her juices saturating her panties.

  "I was just about to..."

  Grant pushed himself off of the wall and slowly strode towards her. "Then let me help you." Before she could protest - not that she wanted to - he began to swiftly undo the buttons down the front of her blouse.

  While Grant undid the final button of her blouse she tugged at the hem of his shirt, but he gently batted her hands away. "Not yet."

  She scowled up at him, causing a chuckle to erupt from him. "Mmmm, but I've been wanting to feel your body all night," she protested.

  "You will. Later." He pushed the blouse from her shoulders and it slid to the floor. He then undid her pants and they joined the blouse on the floor, leaving her in her red satin panties and bra.

  His eyes slowly travelled down the length of her body, sending a shiver through her. His eyes were so hungry, the fire for her blazing within him. She shuttered.

  "Cold?" His eyes shifted up to hers, concern in them.

  She shook her head. "No, I just want you."

  He leaned forward and reached around her, his fingers working the clasp of her bra behind her back. His lips skimmed the tender flesh of her neck on their way to her ear. "You can't want me near as much as I do you."

  His words and warm breath against her neck sent another shiver through her and her knees went weak. She longed to reach over and touch him, to feel his warm, hard naked body but refrained herself, not wanting to ruin the little scene he had planned.

  Once her bra was unclasped he knelt down, hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her panties and gave them a tug. They fell to the floor with the rest of the clothing leaving her naked standing before him. He stepped back and his eyes scanned her once more.

  Straightening her back, squaring her shoulders and lifting her chin, Nikki basked in the passion of his hungry eyes. "It's not fair I'm naked while you still have all those clothes on."

  He grinned at her, grabbed a chair and sank into it. "Put the uniform on."

  She looked down at the black and white French maid uniform that was clutched in her hand and nodded. "Alright, Sir."

  She could have sworn she heard a low growl come from him, and smiled. She turned her back to him and pulled on the skimpy uniform. It was snug around the hips and she had to struggle to close the bodice over her breasts, but managed. Looking down, she was impressed at how amazing the bodice made her breasts look, pressed together and pushed up high.

  She then began to slip the fishnet stockings on, fastening them to her garter. Last came the black stiletto heels. This was the first time she'd worn heels since she had Jasmine and she found herself wondering how she'd ever been able to wear shoes like those on a daily basis in the past.

  Once dressed, she grabbed the black feather duster and looked over her shoulder at her husband. Her blue eyes caught his grey ones and she gave him a coy smile. "Where do you want me to start, Sir?"

  Grant shifted in the chair and spread his legs a little further apart. She could see his erection pressing against his jeans. "Start with the dresser."

  She strolled over to the dresser, bent over slightly, her ass facing him and swiped the feather duster over the top of the dresser. "Good Sir?"

  "Hmmm. Yeah." His eyes focused on her breasts and the throbbing between her legs began. "Nightstand."

  Giving him a heated look, she nodded and walked over to the nightstand, putting a seductive sway in her hips as she walked for his benefit. Bending over as she had with the dresser she bushed the duster over the nightstand. She then carried on to a number of other items in the room until Grant's voice, which was thick and filled with desire, stopped her.

  "Come here."

  "What do you need Sir?" she asked as she strutted over to him and came to a stop between his legs. Placing a fist on her hip, she ran a finger along his jaw.

  He twirled his finger. "Turn around."

  Doing as told, she turned.

  "Bend over."

  Placing her hands on her knees, she bent and inhaled sharply when his hands slid up her outer thighs and pushed her skirt up over her rear to expose her thong covered ass to him.

  "Spread your legs." Grant instructed as he grasped her ass cheeks in his hands, ge
ntly massaging her round rear.

  A shiver of anticipation ran through her as she did as told. As she spread her legs, the thin slip of material of her thong slipped between her wet folds teasing her clit. She closed her eyes and waited.

  Grant's index finger, slowly worked its way up her inner thigh. Closer and closer it came to the apex between her legs, and with each inch it drew closer her desire rose.

  "I really like this uniform. I think we'll keep it on." His finger reached her pussy lips and he hooked his finger into the thin strip of material that had wedged its way between her pussy lips and he pulled it aside, exposing her to him. The coolness of the room, tickled her wet pussy and she shivered a second time.

  "Whatever you wish Sir."

  "What to do with you..."

  She chewed at her lower lip - waiting. A thousand ideas of what she'd love for him to do to her raced through her mind, but she remained silent.

  "You know my wife would kill us both if she found out about us."

  Nikki held back the giggle threatening to escape. "I won't tell her if you don't Sir."

  Grant ran a finger along the length of her wet slit from her clit to her anus. He pressed his thumb against the entrance to her ass. Nikki closed her eyes and pushed back against his thumb.

  "Nah, I don't think so tonight." Grant pulled his thumb from her ass and he slipped two fingers into her core.

  With a soft moan, Nikki rocked against his fingers. As he began to stroke her inner wall, she found herself digging her fingernails into her legs, trying to harness her desire and stay in character. But dammit, she wanted his cock. Or tongue. Either would do at that point.

  "You have such an amazing pussy. Soft. Moist."

  He removed his fingers and she whimpered her protest.

  "Mmmmm. And you taste so good."

  Another shutter went through her, as she imagined him behind her licking her juices from his fingers. "I'd like to taste you Sir."

  "Hmmm. Would you?"

  "Uh-huh." She licked her lower lip in anticipation of his cock.