What really
happened after that make out session in the hospital.
by Mary Ann
Oh, Niles...I've really done
it this time! After Fran and I made out yesterday I just know she thinks
that our relationship is farther along than it is. I'm just not ready
to make a commitment!" Maxwell Sheffield confides in his butler
Niles who has just come home to recover from a mild heart attack. "I
think I really took advantage of her yesterday. Now what do I do?"
He cried wringing his hands. Max remembered touching her breast for
the first time. The memory caused him to shudder with surprising pleasure.
He quickly dismissed the thought.
Niles gave him a dismayed look.
He knew that Mr. Sheffield was crazy about Miss Fine and had been for
years. Niles had been so happy to wake up and hear them necking in the
next bed. He could kick himself for tricking C.C. to interrupt them.
Of course, she would have heard the noises and discovered them sooner
or later. "Well, you could admit that you love the woman and marry
her. What are you so bloody afraid of...sir?" Niles asked shaking
his head. He is peddling on a stationary bike as per the doctor's orders
to strengthen his heart.
"I'm not afraid. I just
don't think it's the right time to start anything that I can't take
back," Max said stubbornly.
"Like saying 'I love you?'
You certainly took that back easily enough. I just don't understand
you. How can you not want to make love to her? You do know how
gorgeous she is, don't you? My god. Do you think she's going
to wait around forever?" Niles exclaimed.
"Miss Fine's not going
anywhere," Max said rather smugly. "I'm just going to invent
a ploy to keep her occupied and distracted. She won't have time to think
about a relationship." Max left a disgusted Niles to his exercise
and subsequent nap. He headed for his office to think up a scheme.
Fran clicked off the intercom
in the kitchen. She had been so happy when she thought after yesterday
that she and Mr. Sheffield were finally going to that next step. The
tears that were threatening to fall the last few minutes finally released.
Her heart was pounding at the discovery of Mr. Sheffield's true feelings.
She dragged herself through the living room up the stairs to her bedroom.
She sat heavily on her bed and looked around the room. After a half
hour of deep soul searching, Fran made a decision. She got off her bed
sat at her desk and pulled out a piece of stationary. With a slightly
shaky hand she wrote.
Dear Mr. Sheffield,
I will return later to pick
up the rest of my stuff. I'll contact Niles soon to give him my location.
Please have him call me when you won't be home. You see, I never want
to set eyes on you again. You can save yourself the trouble of thinking
up a 'ploy' to keep me distracted. And contrary to what you may think,
I am going somewhere. Out of your life forever.
I have been a damn fool
to wait for you this last year. You made me fall in love with you on
that plane from Paris, which is why I gave you this year to sort out
your feelings for me. Apparently you did. Enough. I'm a normal woman
with needs...emotional and physical. I will not deny myself those needs
for another second. You don't deserve my love or fidelity. I hope you're
happy in the solitary existence you have chosen for yourself.
I'll contact the children
soon. You can tell them anything you want. Maybe the truth would be
a nice change.
Goodbye Mr. Sheffield.
Best Regards, Fran Fine
Fran folded the note and put
it in an envelope with Max's name on it. The tears had stopped. A palpable
anger had replaced them. She walked down the hall to his bedroom and
placed it on his pillow. The irony of the situation didn't escape her.
It should be her head on that pillow, not this note.
What a waste. Fran thought shaking her head. Her eyes well up
again, as she hurried back to her room to pack. She wanted to get out
of here as soon as possible so she only packed enough clothes for a
few days. Fran took her purse and suitcase and slipped down the back
stairs and out the kitchen door. She hailed a taxi.
"Where to miss?"
The driver asked in broken English.
"The Four Seasons
please." I'm not going to ma's or Val's. He would find me too
easily in Queens. I need this for myself.
"What a hypocrite he is." She whispered realizing that he
had passed himself off as a gentleman in that hotel room in London.
He had suddenly backed out of making love to her claiming to be a gentleman.
Then yesterday he almost made love to her. Now he wanted to trick her
out of a relationship. What a fool I've been. She took a deep
breath to try and relive the shivering that all of a sudden came upon
her.
The cab pulled up the entrance
of The Four Seasons. She handed the driver a ten-dollar bill
and told him to keep the change. The bellman took her bag and led her
to the check-in counter. She handed the young lady at the counter her
credit card. "I'd like a king size bed if you have one available."
"Certainly. Just one guest?"
she asked.
"Yes. Just one,"
Fran said sadly.
Max hadn't seen Fran all day.
He was hoping she would come into his office so he could put his scheme
to action. He was going to have her redecorate the kitchen.
That should keep her busy for a few weeks, after that I'll have to
think of something else. He thought quite pleased with himself.
He decided to find her and check on Niles. As he passed his bedroom
he noticed something on his pillow. He walked over to the bed and picked
up the note addressed to him. His heart started pounding as he subconsciously
realized that his could not be good.
With his hands trembling slightly
he opened it. By the time he got to the end his heart was pounding through
his chest. "Oh my god! What the bloody hell have I
done?" he cried suddenly feeling dizzy. He sat down hard
on the bed and reread it. "Niles wouldn't have told her. How did
she...the bloody intercom! Oh No!" Max stuffed the note in his
breast pocket. He raced out of his bedroom to Fran's room, hoping against
hope that she was still here. The room looked the same, but he inherently
knew that something was missing. It
felt empty.
Max went to Niles room. He
was relieved that Niles was awake reading a book. "She's gone!"
he practically screamed.
"Who's gone?" Niles
said softly. He knew Mr. Sheffield could only be talking about one person.
Niles cursed under his breath. He had been afraid of this after witnessing
Max's cavalier attitude regarding their relationship earlier.
"Miss Fine you blithering
idiot! Who the hell else would be gone?" Max yelled in a panic.
"Oh god!"
"Oh sir! How wonderful!
I'm so happy for you! Now you don't have to think up a ploy to keep
her at a distance." Niles smirked. He pretended to be calm and
cool, but his heart was breaking. He was furious with Maxwell and blamed
him entirely. "How did she find out?" he asked a little more
gently. The stricken look on his bosses face softened his anger towards
him.
"I think she heard us
on the fucking intercom," Max said dejectedly pointing to the offending
culprit on the wall. "Why the bloody hell was it turned on anyway?"
"You ordered all the intercoms
in the house to be on in case I had another emergency." Niles reminded
him.
"Oh yes." Max sat
down on Niles bed and put his head in his hands. "Now what do I
do?" he asked his best friend.
"So you aren't happy about
all this? And why is that?" Niles was not quite ready to let Max
off the hook.
Max looked up at him angrily.
"Oh shut up. You know I love her." He shuddered as he finally
said it out loud. "Oh god, Niles. I am bloody head over heals in
love with her!" Suddenly he remembered her note. He retrieved it
from his pocket and handed it to his butler. Niles just shook his head
as he read it.
"Niles she said in her
note that she has needs, emotional and...physical
that needed to be filled. What do suppose that bloody hell means. Max
knows exactly what it bloody hell means and is terrified. He ran all
ten fingers through his thick hair.
Niles gave him a withering
look. "I think it's quite obvious what it means, and so do you.
I can't believe she didn't go looking for love in all the wrong places
before this. She's a very sensual person and you have deprived her the
last year. God only knows how you were able to keep your hands off her
all this time." Niles is thrilled that Mr. Sheffield finally admitted
he loved her. "Then go to Flushing and bring her home! There are
only three places she could be...her mother's, Val's or her sister Nadine's.
It doesn't take a blasted rocket scientist to figure that out...sir."
Max brightened a little. "You're
right old man." He got up and frantically reached for the phone
on Niles nightstand. After three quick phone calls Max put the receiver
in the cradle. "They either don't know or won't tell me where she
is." He whispered defeated. His trembling legs gave out and deposited
him back on the bed. "Now what do I do?"
Even Niles was at a loss now.
He had been positive that Miss Fine was at one of those homes. "New
York is a big city, you may have to hire a professional to find her."
In a way, Niles is secretly proud that Miss Fine had finally made a
'last stand' in this recurring sexual flirtation between them.
Brava Fran, he thought admiringly.
It has been three days with
absolutely no word of Miss Fine. Max is literally ready to have a stroke.
His guilt was consuming him. He can get no work done because she never
leaves his mind. Niles had told the children the whole story, so they
were furious with their father. Max had exhausted every method of finding
her, save hiring a private detective. He missed her dreadfully and his
mind repeatedly went to the memory of him on top of her in that hospital
bed, gently caressing her breast. This unfailingly caused him to experience
a sensual erection. He knew that if they hadn't been so rudely interrupted
by C.C., he would have taken her right there in a hospital bed next
to his incapacitated butler.
Max snapped out of his reverie.
He had suddenly thought of a way he can find Fran. He made a phone call
to his friend at TRW in Cleveland. "Frank, it's Maxwell Sheffield.
I need a huge favor. Can you do a credit card check on Francine Fine.
I need to find out any transactions she made the last three days."
"No problem, Max. Give
me a few minutes, I'll call you back."
After five minutes the phone
rang. Max grabbed it on the first ring.
"She has a credit card
on file at The Four Seasons. She is in room 785 there,"
Frank said.
Max let out a yelp. "Thank
you Frank. I owe you big time!"
He ordered the limo to meet
him out front. "Niles! I found her!" he cried. "Make
sure her room is ready for her, I'm bringing her home!" He raced
out the front door.
Niles finally could breath
easily. He hadn't realized that he had been holding his breath the last
three days. Thank god.
Max's limo raced through the
streets of Manhattan and in no time pulled up to
The Four Seasons. Frank had made it easier on Max by giving him
the room number. He knew the hotel would never reveal it. Max ran to
the elevators and pushed the button to the seventh floor. His heart
was pounding madly at the thought of seeing her again. He had missed
her terribly. Max tried to control his breathing as he stopped at her
floor. He knocked gently, his heart in his throat at how she would receive
him.
**************
Last night Fran had been feeling
very lonely. She was having second thoughts about leaving so abruptly.
Sylvia and Val had told her that Max had called frantically everyday
looking for her. Following Fran's orders, they had pretended that they
didn't know where she was. Maybe he was just scared
He is so repressed. "I miss him so much." she whispered
taking a sip of her cocktail. Fran was in a trendy pub next to the hotel.
The bartender was quite smitten with her and kept refilling her drink
for free. She was deliciously buzzed.
She heard a familiar voice
across the room. Fran turned towards the sound and spied the last person
on earth that would be here. She got up and walked over to his table.
"Danny, what are you doing here?" she said as she sat down
at his table. Danny's table companions were looking for an excuse to
leave and Fran provided them with one.
It was just Fran and her ex-fiancé.
"Fran, you look gorgeous," Danny slurred. He was obviously
very wasted.
"Danny, why are you here?
Where's your wife Heather?" Fran practically spit out the name.
Heather Biblow had stolen Danny Imperielli away from her five years
ago. Of course Fran was not at all unhappy about it now, but at the
time she was. Her five years with the Sheffield's were the happiest
in her life. And she had fallen in love with Max, who was light-years
above Danny.
"She left me Frannie.
She moved to Los Angeles and has become a soap opera star," he
said barely able to keep his eyes open.
Oh god, he's almost incoherent.
I'm so glad I didn't marry this loser.
She thinks gratefully. "Danny, you better go home. How did you
get here?"
"I drove," he slurred
again.
"You can't drive to Flushing
in this condition! You'll kill yourself, or someone else. Give me your
car keys." she said forcefully.
"No! I'm driving,"
he said stubbornly.
Fran grabbed him before he
fell. I can't let him drive in this condition. "Come with
me. I have a room next door. You can sleep it off and drive home in
the morning." she said reluctantly. While she really didn't want
Danny sleeping in her room tonight, she can't in good conscious let
him drive in this condition. She would never forgive herself if he hurt
himself or some innocent person.
Fran took his hand and led
him willingly out of the bar. His face had lit up when she invited him
to her room. She opened the door and led him to the bed where he passed
out almost immediately. She breathed a sigh of relief. She knew from
experience that he would sleep straight through the night. She took
his shirt and shoes off and covered him up. She shook her head at the
ridiculous situation she found herself in.
After changing into her pajamas
in the bathroom, she slipped into the bed careful not to disturb him.
Not that it would matter; he was dead to the world. Fran turned out
the light and fell to sleep.
Fran woke up early with Danny
snoring next to her. She went into the bathroom and got dressed. She
knew that she was lonely in Manhattan all alone. She had decided that
she was going to live with Val. I miss the Sheffield's.
She realized. I'm no good on my own. She looked at Danny and
shuddered slightly. I had such a good thing going. How could I have
just thrown it all away so easily? Her bags are packed and she's
ready to check out. She is surprised to hear a soft knock on the door.
Fran opened it and gasped.
"Fran, I miss you. I...I
love..." Max stopped in mid-sentence and gasped as he saw the scene
behind Fran. His mouth dropped open in horror as he spotted a bare-chested
Danny Imperielli snoring away in Fran's bed. His eyes went wide and
he trembled slightly.
"Um, Mr. Sheffield. It's
not what you think." Fran said when she saw is _expression. Her
stomach was suddenly in knots. She knew he would never believe the truth.
"Let me explain."
He stopped her. Through clenched
teeth he said, "Get your belongings. You're coming with me."
He wasn't looking her in the eyes.
Mr. Shef..."
"Just get your suitcase,"
he softly said again stepping out of the room.
Max led Fran to the lobby.
He went to the check out counter. "We are checking out of room
785." He handed his platinum card to the receptionist.
"Certainly sir,"
she said typing his card number into her computer. She printed out the
room charges and handed it to him along with his credit card.
"Thank you." Max
took Fran's arm and guided her out to the waiting limo. He helped her
into the back. To her surprise he opened the front passenger door and
sat up front with the chauffer. The fifteen-minute ride home was the
longest fifteen minutes of Fran's life. She wondered the whole way home
why he wouldn't let her explain what happened. She was starting to get
a little angry at his reaction. She suddenly remembered that
he was the one who wanted to slow down their relationship.
Fran was indignant.
Why do I feel so guilty? I did nothing wrong and don't owe him an
explanation. He's the one who drove me away. She decided that she
wasn't going to grovel to him. She had tried to explain what happened
and he wouldn't give her that courtesy. Fran is working herself into
a slight frenzy. "The hell with him. We had no commitment to each
other. God knows he pushed me away often enough this last year. Let
him think what he wants to." She suddenly realized that she wants
things to go back to how they were before. She doesn't want him to fire
her. She loves his children as if they were her own. She couldn't stand
it if he threw her out of his home. She took a deep breath and decided
that she would just go with the flow. She resigned herself to go back
to how it was before that hospital bed.
The limo pulled up to the Sheffield
mansion. Fran took her suitcase and opened the door. Max got out of
the front seat and took her bag. They walked silently through the front
door. Maggie, Brighton, Gracie and Niles were in the living room. They
let out a yelp when they saw Fran walk through the front door. They
converged on her all at once. She took them in her arms for a collective
hug and kiss.
Tears were flowing freely.
The kids were professing their love and feelings of missing Fran the
last three days.
Max couldn't help but witness
the abject love his family had towards Fran. He silently walked away
and headed to his bedroom. Niles took her suitcase and happily walked
up the stairs to her room to unpack it. She released the children with
promises of a long talk later and followed him.
When Niles and Fran were alone
in her room she confided what had transpired last night and this morning.
Niles eyes went wide when she told him how Mr. Sheffield had discovered
Danny in her bed. "Oh Miss Fine. You have to tell him the truth!
You can't let him think that you...and he...well, you know," Niles
stammered a little.
"Oh, Niles. I tried a
couple of times. He just didn't want to hear it. It's like he just wants
to believe the worst. Maybe he subconsciously wanted to make it easier
for him not to make a commitment to me." She suddenly realized.
It was like she had an epiphany. "He
wants to believe the worst!" she cried. "That will
make it so much easier for him, won't it?" She started to think
that maybe Max was happy at his perceived indiscretion by her. "It
was way better than a ploy to keep me busy. Now she was the villain
and he didn't have to worry about being the bad guy in their quasi-relationship.
"Niles! I see everything
clearly now! Seeing Danny in my bed released him of any obligation he
had after making out with me. Oh what a fool I was. Well the hell with
you Maxwell Sheffield. I won't be a pawn in your repressed mind. Think
what you want. If you're that terrified about being with me then you
don't deserve me!" she exclaimed.
Her declaration depressed Niles
tremendously. "Miss Fine, I don't think that's the case. You're
jumping to conclusions. I know Mr. Sheffield cares for you very deeply.
He went crazy the last three days trying to find you. You have to tell
him the truth."
"No, and don't you say
anything either," she warns him. "I tried twice and he stopped
me. He doesn't want to know the truth," she said as she started
to unpack her suitcase. When she was settled in, she decided to take
a nap before dinner.
After an uncomfortably quite
dinner Fran retired to her room. She wasn't in the mood to socialize
with anyone and was still tired after the long night she'd had. Danny
snored most of it away, and she didn't sleep well.
Maxwell Sheffield was deep
in thought on the couch in his bedroom. He was sipping his scotch on
the rocks and staring into the huge fire. He had changed into his robe
and pajamas. His mind had been tortured for hours. He had no clue what
his next move would be. Witnessing Danny in Miss Fine's bed had shaken
him to his core. Max was in love with Fran, no doubt about it. But seeing
that bloody Italian bloke in her bed, knowing that they had sex destroyed
him. Worse, he also realized that it was his fault. If he weren't such
a blasted coward about his true feelings, this would never have happened.
Max was despondent. He put
his head in his hands and let his fingers run through his hair. "Oh
god, Fran," he whispered. Niles knocked on his door to see
if he needed anything before retiring. Max had earlier decided to let
Miss Fine go. Memories of his children in her arms today made him realize
that he can't do that. They love her like a mother. He also knew that
he couldn't live under the same roof as her always picturing what she
and Danny did last night.
"Niles," he said
softly. "Please tell Miss Fine I want to see her...now." He
looked at Niles with a stricken _expression.
Niles heart sank. "Sir,
you're not going to fire her are you?" he said quietly.
"Just tell her to come
here," he said a little more forcefully.
Niles heart started pounding
madly as he left his room. He had never seen that look in Maxwell's
eyes. It terrified him. He walked to Miss Fine's room and softly knocked
on her door. When Fran answered, he informed her that Mr. Sheffield
wanted her to meet him in his bedroom. Niles was quite nervous when
he delivered the message. He was terrified that Mr. Sheffield was going
to fire Miss Fine. Niles figured that Max would never be comfortable
with her living here after last night.
"Oh, Niles! He's never
summoned me to his room before," she said her heart in her throat.
His sad _expression horrified her. She knew that his could not be good.
"He's going to fire me, isn't he?" She looked at him in fear.
Niles could only shrug his shoulders as he looked sadly at her.
"I'm just the messenger.
He didn't confide in me." He left Fran to her fears.
Of course he was going to
have to let me go. She knew how repressed he was about sex. If he
thought she had sex with someone else when they were so close to a relationship
it would push him over the edge. But her pride wouldn't let her give
in. She was still furious with him for wanting to push her away and
create a diversion to give him more time. Like five years wasn't enough
time. Fran decided that she wouldn't tell him what really happened last
night even if it meant her job.
At five minutes to nine Fran
put her bathrobe on over her pajamas. "Well here goes, my last
night here," she whispered. She was angry with herself as she realized
that she was close to tears. She swallowed and took a deep breath to
compose herself. She opened the door and marched down the hall to Mr.
Sheffield's room, hesitating only briefly before knocking on his door.
He answered it almost immediately.
"Please come in Miss Fine," he said leading her to the couch.
He handed her a martini he had mixed earlier without even asking if
she wanted it. Max began slowly. "Miss Fine, we've been together
for five years now. I just want you to know that you did a wonderful
job raising my children. I will be forever grateful for they way they
turned out. I give you full credit. Of course, they are old enough now
where they don't really need a nanny." He swallowed and gathered
all his courage. "Miss Fine, I think it's time we went our separate
ways," he said not able to look her directly in the eyes.
Fran gasped involuntarily.
Her heart starting beating through her chest as she heard the words
she had always dreaded. "Oh Mr. Sheffield," she said putting
her hand to her throat. She looked at him wide-eyed and valiantly fought
back tears.
"Yes,
um, well, my children are pretty much grown. I didn't forget
my promise to buy you a condo when you retire. Of course I'll honor
it. You can find someplace near here so the children can visit you whenever
they want. You know I'd never deprive them of you," he said looking
up into her eyes for the first time since she got there. The look of
shock and betrayal in them caused him to shudder slightly.
"Miss Fine, I'm afraid
I have no choice." He looked down at his hands, swallowed and continued.
"I just can't get the thought of you and him..." He stopped.
Suddenly he blurted out. "How
could you? How could you do that to me?" he cried as he
took her arms and shook her angrily.
Fran was shocked by his sudden
outburst. Her worst nightmare was unfolding. He was firing her. She
knew she should tell him the truth, but something held her back, and
not just the thought that he wouldn't believe her. She wouldn't let
herself lower herself. He had no right to be this angry or imperious.
He had pushed her away and yes, humiliated her enough over the last
year. She had never been so humiliated as she was in that hotel bed
in London when he stopped making love to her. She can't dignify his
accusations with an explanation. She had tried twice before and been
rebuffed. He no longer deserved one, she thought angrily. Fran
looked at him defiantly and unconsciously lifted her chin.
Max noticed her sudden surge
of dignity and was for some reason impressed. They looked into each
other's eyes. Both their hearts were breaking. "Miss Fine. I...I
am afraid..." he mumbled.
To this day, she has no idea
what caused her to do it. Fran suddenly threw her arms around Max and
kissed him almost violently. He gasped at the unexpected assault. Without
knowing what possessed him, he pressed his tongue between her lips and
took her into his arms hugging her tightly to him. Something primal
took over his mind. He wanted to love her, and to punish her at the
same time. Max wasn't completely in control of himself. The vision of
Imperielli and her in bed last night filled his mind. He was enraged,
but aroused at the same time. He wanted her gone, but was terrified
that she would leave. In a word, he was conflicted. Above and beyond
that, he had to have her...now.
Max lifted her into his arms
and carried her quickly to his bed. They gazed into each other's eyes.
Neither were sure why this was happening, but neither wanted it to stop.
Max deposited her there and quickly got on top of her. He undressed
her quickly. She reciprocated. Max looked into her eyes then started
covering her with kisses as his hands found her breasts. At the sound
of her involuntary moan, his arousal increased two-fold. He was on top
of her pressing it between her legs. Fran had her legs closed. He tried
to force them apart with his leg.
Fran knew that she and Mr.
Sheffield were going to have sex and then part their separate ways.
This certainly wasn't making love. She was a willing participant. It
wasn't meant to be for them to be together permanently, but she would
at least have the memory of sex with him forever. She'd always wondered
what it would be like. If this was the only way, so be it. Besides,
she was very turned on. She didn't know he could be so primal.
Fran had never experienced the level of passion that she felt now.
Max let his hand reach down
to sensually caress her. "Spread you legs," he whispered.
She looked up at him a little apprehensively. "Please," he
said looking into her eyes.
She looked up at him and for
some reason had to obey him. She complied. His mouth covered hers as
he let his fingers in to find that spot. Fran let out a low moan in
her throat at his touch. Her heart pounding, she let her hand travel
down his body until it reached his hard length. She gripped it firmly
but softly. Max let out a groan and whispered a profanity feeling more
blood gorge his manhood.
Fran's heart was pounding madly
as she caressed and stroked her wonderful discovery. Max was having
trouble breathing. Slowly he removed her hand. "I won't be able
to control myself if you continue with that," he gasped. "God
your wet."
"Are you firing me?"
Fran murmured as her hips rose to meet his now probing finger.
"Yes," he whispered..
"I didn't like seeing
you with Danny, not one bit," he whispered. Max felt quite possessive
all of a sudden. He hasn't felt like this before. Something deep in
his male psyche took over. He suddenly turned her over on her stomach.
He covered her so his belly is firmly up against her bottom. He suddenly
pushed into her with one thrust, which caused her to cry out his name
in shock and ecstasy.
As he entered her she started
crying softly. Not from pain, because it certainly felt wonderful. But
from knowing that he was in a way trying to hurt her as much as please
her, as she had hurt him. At the sound of her tears Max regained some
of his senses. Oh god! Did I hurt her? She was so slippery wet
that he had entered easily. "Don't you dare cry," he whispered
more self-assuredly than he actually felt. "Not after what you
did to me." He tried to be strong but was feeling guilty. He knew
he wasn't raping her because she had initiated it and was responding
to him. "Please don't cry," he said starting to cry himself.
"I didn't have sex with
Danny. I swear to you. He never touched me last night,"
she moaned as she felt the inner walls spasm around his penis. He whispered
her name and some more profanities feeling it. "I don't believe
you," he said weakly, but he was relieved. He
did believe her. Max pushed into her with a passion that he subconsciously
wants her to forget she was ever with Danny, or any other bloke for
that matter. He gently bit the back of her neck in an animal-like, possessive
way. She succumbed to his over whelming masculinity and gave in first.
Her womanhood grasped his manhood convulsively and milked a climax out
of him. They cried out each other's names as waves of rapture surged
through their glistening bodies. Max thrust in one last time as he released.
Spent, his limp body covered her back.
Fran's face was buried in the
pillow. She was trying to catch her breath. "I...I..." She
began as he kissed the tears off her face.
"What?" he murmured
breathlessly.
"Nothing."
"What?" he repeated
more forcefully pulling out of her slowly. Max turned her over to face
him. "What?" He said again more gently gazing deeply into
her eyes and holding her tightly. He could wait for the explanation
about Danny for now. He wanted to know what she was thinking at this
moment.
Fran looked at him in awe and
swallowed. "I've never had sex so...dirty." She cast her eyes
down a little embarrassed, but definitely satisfied.
"Good." He smiled
kissing her triumphantly. He took her back in his arms. "Now, about
Danny..."
The End