Chapter One Hundred Twenty-three

They got back from the restaurant fairly late, enough so that Anton had already picked up Max and had been home for several hours. Taking off her shoes to save her aching feet, Bryn walked in the garage door quietly and shut it behind her. Hanging up her coat and purse, she made her way to the living room to see Anton laying on the couch. He was lightly dozing, Max asleep and drooling on his chest. Grinning, Bryn set down her shoes and settled on to the floor next to them. She finger-combed Anton's hair away from his face, causing him to stir and finally open his eyes.

"Hi sugar. Did you have something to eat?"

Anton blinked, moving Max to his legs so he could slightly roll to his side. "Hey there, Bryn." He leaned over and kissed the top of her head. "I had something earlier, but I am a bit hungry." Reaching out to stroke her hair, he smiled a bit sleepily at her. "How was work and your lunch with Lindy?"

"Tiring and okay, in that order." Pushing herself up to her feet, she said, "What can I get you to eat? And how was your day?"

Anton rolled to his feet as well, holding Max to his chest. "I was thinking some of the leftover casserole from yesterday. And I can get it my dear." He followed Bryn to the kitchen. "So did anything happen? Nothing noteworthy?"

She wasn't sure if she should tell him about Lindy's warning. It wouldn't be a good idea to get him all upset over nothing. But she had promised not to keep any secrets from him, and she knew it had definitely gotten her attention. Reaching in to the fridge, she pulled out the Tupperware container and set it on the counter. "Well, Lindy met my boss." Leaning back against the island, she said her next words while wincing as if waiting for him to explode. "Then she shook his hand and had some weird vision. She told me to be very, very careful around him."

Anton looked up from bouncing Max. "Lindy had a vision? I didn't think she still had those." Anton took a seat on the stool. But he was concerned about Lindy's words about Justin. "Did she say why you should be careful around him? Or what her vision was about?"

"I--" Bryn shook her head and shrugged. "Something about you in a pit, me with flaming eyes, and crying children. But I can't imagine what that would have to do with Justin. She said it was a bunch of scenes that flashed quickly, without any explanation. It kind of freaked me out, but...Mulder is always with me at work. I don't see Justin otherwise. And I'll be quitting towards the end of the year anyway."

Anton frowned. "That does sound odd," he said. He slipped off the stool, still holding Max close to his chest and stepped up against Bryn. "As long as Mulder's with you, I'm sure that things will be fine." He nuzzled the top of her head, kissing her forehead lightly. "So you're going to quit and not just take maternity leave?"

"Yes. I feel guilty enough being away from Max for a few hours every day. I'd never be able to handle leaving both of them. They would be a handful to take care of, too, and it wouldn't be fair to Jess. Besides, I like the gallery but I love being with my family more."

Anton smiled at her as the microwave dinged. He handed Max to her and grabbed a pot holder. "In that case, I may take some time off of work to be around to help you for a while. Get to know my daughter and make sure Max doesn't feel neglected. Or my wife for that matter."

She smiled at him before pressing her lips to Max's neck and blowing a raspberry. The little boy shrieked and giggled, squirming away from her. "I doubt anyone could neglect this cutie." Cuddling him close again, she rubbed her nose against his soft hair. "I was thinking, actually, that maybe I could eventually work part time at the warehouse. Behind the scenes or something, and have some sort of set up where I could bring the kids to work with me. I know it's not exactly something most employers would allow, but I didn't marry the boss for nothing."

"So that's why you married me. For the job security." The thought of having her work with him again sent a warm glow through Anton. "You sure you want to work there? Despite the boss's reputation? Which is entirely undeserved, I assure you." He opened the microwave and pulled out the casserole and set it on a nearby trivet.

"I think I'd survive the abuse...as long as I have a comfy couch in my office for late evening trysts." She grinned at him, propping Max on her hip as she reached for two plates. "Besides, you need someone to act as your bodyguard when all of those female clients start lusting after your hot bod." Leaning over, she lifted on to her tiptoes to kiss him. "I was born for that job."

"Indeed," Anton said, kissing her back. "You're the only one qualified for that position. And a few others, I might add." He picked up a spatula and started to cut out two sizable squares from the casserole dish. "But you promise not to file a sexual harassment suit?"

She arched an eyebrow at him, giving him a saucy smile. "I promise to cause a sexual harassment suit."

Anton chuckled. "And you probably would, too. Not that I'd be complaining." He snatched back a small hand as Max's fingers reached for the hot food. "What would you like to do there, my dear? What...position...would you like to fill?"

"Hmm...maybe I should ask you what position you think I'm best suited for?" She loved the flirtatious tone their conversation was taking. This was exactly the sort of thing that would make working together so much fun. "And of course, I'd have to know what kind of dress code to follow. I was thinking of some short, tight skirts and a low-cut blouse or two. You know...to charm potential buyers? I think I'd be good at that."

"Yes you would. But I may have to have you up to my office often, to go over your planned presentation." He smiled mischievously. "Lots of performance reviews to make sure you're doing it right?"

She giggled. "I think I could handle the criticism."

Anton smiled. "You sure about that, my dear?" He put the plates down on island and looked at Bryn, one eyebrow lifted in a smirk. "Because you know I can be very demanding."

She swayed as she walked around to the other side of the island, climbing on to a stool and settling Max in her lap. "I know...and for such an old man, too." She grinned at him. Picking up a small amount of food on her fork, she blew on it to cool it off. When it was cool enough, she held the fork up to Max's mouth. "I just hope you're not as demanding of your other employees. I may have to strike."

"Hmmm...I have a reputation at work as a mean bastard, but not a demanding one." Anton took a bite of the casserole and then offered Bryn some. "Although I'm not going to ignore that comment about being an old man, Bryn. I'll show you exactly how young I am after Max is asleep."

She finished chewing and swallowed. "Oooh. I'll look forward to it. Maybe then you can show me how demanding you are...and maybe how mean you are, too?" Sliding her toes under his pant leg, she teasing slid them around his ankle and calf. "After all, I will have to know my limits. Wouldn't want to anger the boss on my first day."

Still grinning, Anton ate more of the casserole without choking as Bryn tickled his ankle. "You sure about that? Cause it sounds like fun to me." He slipped his foot out of his shoe so he could return the gesture. "Get him so angry that he just bends you over his desk? Maybe even spanks you?"

Bryn swallowed heavily at the mental image. "On second thought..." Tucking her toes around the top of his sock, she peeled it down and eased it over his heel, grinning when he jumped as her movements tickled the arch of his foot. "I could use a good spanking every now and then to keep me in line."

"Such as now?" he asked teasingly. "Or at least after dinner." Deliberately, he took a slow bite of the casserole, acting like he intended to have a long, leisurely dinner.

"Or maybe not." Feeding another piece to Max, she watched him try to grab the fork as if to feed himself. "I am awfully tired tonight. I may just go upstairs and fall in to bed. I bet I'd be asleep before my head even hit the pillow."

Anton nodded, feigning tiredness as well. "Just don't let your snoring keep an old man like me awake all day."

Pushing the plate away, Bryn gathered Max in to her arms and slid off the stool. "Sure thing, Pops. I think I'll take the baby upstairs for a diaper changing. You won't need one of those before bed, too, will you?"

Anton shook his head, still smirking. "I don't think so, my dear. I just hope you won't be too pooped by the time you're done."

Bryn rolled her eyes. "See you later, old man." With that, she headed for the stairs. It felt good to be playfully bantering with him. For the first time since meeting with Lindy, she wasn't thinking about that strange vision that had turned her friend as white as a sheet. And she wasn't wondering what it was about Justin Steel that was so dangerous. Instead, she felt perfectly safe with Anton...well, at least until he decided it was time for that spanking.

Kicking off his other shoe, he finished his meal rather quickly and put the plates in the sink. One sock on and one sock off, Anton then sauntered upstairs, noting that Bryn was reading a good night book to Max. Normally he would have joined her, but instead he continued on to the bedroom, wanting to surprise her. Stripping off his clothes and tossed them in the hamper. Naked, he slipped into the bed and deliberately arranged himself so he looked like he was asleep when Bryn stepped into the room.

She walked in the room already talking. "He's so cute when he's tired and doesn't want to--" Noticing his not-so-subtle ploy, she stopped and smiled to herself. Fine. Two could play at that game. Quietly undressing, so she didn't "disturb him", she pulled back the covers and sat down on the edge of the bed. Pulling her paperback book out of the night stand, she made herself comfortable, propping the pillows up behind her, tucking the covers tightly around her body. Opening up the book to where she'd left off--when Anton had been called out of town on Council business, months and months ago--she began reading. Unconcerned with whether or not Anton was paying attention.

Struggling hard not to grin and give away his ploy, Anton stretched like he was trying to get comfortable. Arms above his head, he rolled over, ending up against Bryn. His movements undid the carefully tucked blankets as he settled his arm over her midsection. Lips almost touching her skin, he began a fake sounding quiet snore.

She tried so hard to keep reading and ignore him, but the longer she held out the louder he got. Finally, she whacked him on the shoulder with her book. "You brat! You would've kept that up all night, wouldn't you?"

He threw up an arm to protect his head from any other blows. "Guilty as charged, my dear." He let out a sharp yelp as she tickled his underarm.

Tossing her book to the floor and the covers to the side, she quickly straddled him and began an all out assault. Maniacally tickling him everywhere she could reach. Grinning triumphantly as he squirmed and shrieked, trying to restrain her arms.

He finally gave up on grabbing her arms. Instead he worked them underneath him and managed to flip himself and her so there positions were reversed. Now it was easy for him to pin her wrists to either side of her head. Their groins were pressed together, and he could feel her growing wetness as easily as she could feel his growing hardness. He lowered his head to her shoulder, parted his lips...

...and blew a wet raspberry against her neck.

Bryn shouted with laughter, squealing and twisting to get away from him. "Stop! I'm--ahhhhh! Gonna wake up Max!"

Anton stopped blowing, but he didn't pull his mouth away from her. He started to place sucking bites to her neck, teasing and worrying the scar there. Anton let go of her hands to wrap his arms around her. He gave a soft moan as he felt her arch beneath him.

Still zinging with adrenaline, she couldn't wipe the huge smile off her face as she squeezed him with her arms and legs. Her hands slid to his ass, pulling him tighter against her. "Mmm, I love you. You make me feel like singing."

Anton lifted his head to smile at her. "I'd love to hear that sometime, Bryn. I'll bet your voice is as beautiful as you are." Crawling up a little further, he started to kiss her mouth, His tongue lapped at the inside of her lip before seeking entrance to duel with her tongue.

If he hadn't been kissing her, she might've laughed. He'd obviously never paid attention when she sang in the shower. Either way, the comment was quickly forgotten as he began sucking on her tongue. Combing her fingers through the hair at the base of his neck, she let out a soft whimper. It would never cease to amaze her that he could be so familiar to her, and yet still so exciting and captivating.

Anton rubbed against her, kissing her deeply. Anton's hand stroked up and down her side, caressing her skin. His hand came to rest on her breast, lightly rubbing her nipple. He pulled back slightly as he caught her upper lip in his. "What would you like, my dear? How do you want me to take you?"

Still trying to kiss him and capture his lips with hers, she stared at him with wide, dilated eyes. "I want...mmm, I want you behind me, on our sides, moving against my back. I love feeling your belly tighten just before you start to cum."

"If that's what you want, my dear." He bent down to kiss her again, his hand tightening on her breast. He slowly started to lower himself onto the mattress. His hand still wandered up and down her body. It paused on her slightly swollen stomach. The fact that Bryn was carrying his child, again, he found extremely sexy. "Roll over, Bryn."

Giving him a soft smile, she did as he asked, wiggling her ass at him and looking at him over her shoulder. She nearly jumped when he put his hand on her and pulled himself tight against her back. She was feeling so alert and sensitive to his touch that it almost felt electric. Sliding her arms behind her, she cupped his ass and pulled him even closer still. "I want you, sugar."

"I'm yours, Bryn," he whispered, kissing her ear. "I'm yours." Anton's hand moved to her thigh and encouraged her to lift her leg so he could push inside. She was wet, but also tight. He nuzzled her neck as he started to thrust, rubbing his fingers lightly over her clit.

She whimpered again, fingernails lightly digging in to his skin. Lifting one hand to cup the back of his neck, she threw her leg over his to keep it propped up. Pushing back against his thrusts, she tried to get him as deep inside her as possible. "More...harder."

Anton groaned and moved his hand to her hip for leverage. Anton's hips moved quickly, pistoning his cock in and out of her. She clenched him tightly, which made it hard to move, but such a pleasure to do so. "Yeah, Bryn, sooo good." He nipped at the back of her neck hungrily.

Panting, she tilted her head back against his shoulder. He was rattling the bed with his ferocity and she loved it. She loved his enthusiasm and the way his thick cock made her feel almost virginal with its size. Even when they weren't making love, she liked to squeeze her vaginal muscles to keep herself as tight as possible for him...and he obviously enjoyed it. Sliding her hand between her legs, she lightly grasped his balls as he moved. Encouraged by his reaction.

Anton grunted with pleasure as she lightly stroked his balls. There were times he worried that he was too rough Bryn, but this wasn't one of those times. If anything, she relished the tight squeeze as much as he did. Nipping at the back of her neck, he moved her hand back to her clit and stroked her firmly.

She let out a squeal and turned her face to the pillow, biting it as she started to shudder. Shaking against him, she slid her hand down further to press hard against his perineum, hoping to pull him in to orgasm with her.

Anton bit his lip as his thrusts sped up even further. "Not yet," he whispered in her ear, not wanting to cum at this moment. "Not done with you yet."

She moved her hand from between her legs, gripping his ass tightly. "Roll on to your back," she said, a bit breathlessly. "I want on top this time."

Gripping her tightly, he rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him. Anton kept trying to thrust up into her, to keep up the stimulation without pushing himself over the edge. HIs hands slid from her hips to cup her full breasts.

A blissful expression on her face, she moved leisurely, sliding her hips over his, almost swaying like a dancer. Letting her head fall forward, surrounding his in a curtain of long, dark hair, she pressed her hands in to his pillow to support her. "That feels very nice..."

"Yes it does..." Anton closed his eyes, feeling her hair brush past his face. She was squeezing his length unmercifully. He rolled his hips beneath her, churning him inside of her. His hands tightened on her breasts, thumbs sliding over and around her nipples.

Biting her lip, she began squeezing and releasing him, milking his cock, pulling on him each time she lifted. She leaned forward until her breasts were smashing in to his hands, until she was grinding her clit on pubic hair. Diving for his mouth, she kissed him deeply, insistently, nipping at his tongue.

He moaned again. His hips were pumping more frantically now as she kissed him. His tongue pushed into her mouth almost as demandingly as his cock. His balls were tight up against his body, and he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.

Her breath was escaping her in whimpers, then whines, until she was suddenly cumming again, and let out a hoarse cry. Pushing herself up, she leaned back on her hands and rode him hard, determined that this time he would cum with her.

Anton arched up one last time, letting out a short shout as he shot his seed deeply into her. His hands tightened on her body, pulling her tight against him as he panted. Softly he kissed her, nuzzling her cheek and inhaling her scent.

Still moving her hips in a grinding motion, she settled heavily against him and returned his kiss. She wanted to keep him inside her as long as she could...and if he was able to, she wanted to make love once more before evening. "I love you, my booger." She arched an eyebrow at him. "Want me to sing about it?"

He started to slide his hands up and down her back, tangling his fingers in her hair. "Yes, my dear," he said with a lazy grin and a kiss on her lips.

She simply stared at him for a while, gazing adoringly. And although she hated the sound of her own singing voice, she concentrated on the feelings coming out instead. "The very thought of you...and I forget to do...the little ordinary things...that everyone ought to do. I'm living in a kin