"Oh, Val...I so want to
have a baby!" She says looking sadly at her friend. Fran Fine's
birthday has just passed. Becoming another year older is making her
examine her own longing to start a family. She is suddenly terrified
that her biological clock is ticking; since she actually knows the truth
about her age, and it ain't twenty-nine!
"But Fran, you have to
have a man for that, and you don't." Val says looking like she
just spread some real sage pearls of wisdom to her best friend. "I'm
mean, don't you?" she says now doubting that she is correct since
she usually isn't. Val does some heavy soul searching and makes the
decision that she is right. Fran does need a man to have a baby...she
thinks.
"Wait Val! No you don't!
I read in Cosmo about those sperm banks! You can just go in and
pick out the guy you want, and never even have to meet them. C'mon!
There's one on 79th Street! Let's go check it out." She says getting
her purse. They trot out the door to Val's car. "Oh Fran. You're
going to let a stranger be your donor? Ewww...I mean you haven't even
had sex with anyone in years. Can you really let someone you don't know,
you know?"
"Oh Val! You're so stupid.
I don't have sex with the donor! They artificially inseminate me."
Fran said shaking her head. Sometimes she can't believe how Val gets
through life unscathed.
"Ohhh...Val, look
at this one!" Fran cries turning the page of the donor book. Number
forty-one! Six foot, thick black hair and green eyes. He gorgeous! You
see, you just can't meet men like this in real life!" She says
exasperated. Val nods in agreement looking disgusted that Fran is right.
"You know guys like this don't exist in real life."
"Yes, this is definitely
the one!" Fran says happily. Boy I'd like to meet this guy!
Hell with artificial insemination.
Val drops Fran off at the Sheffield
Mansion. She is now very excited at the thought that she was going to
be a mommy. I think I'll go talk to Mr. Sheffield about this...he's
the smartest man I know. He'll give me good advice.
she thinks heading for his office.
"Um, Mr. Sheffield?"
Fran says walking into his office. "Can I talk to you in private?"
She looks at Niles and C.C. and knows that she really doesn't want to
discuss this highly personal issue in front of those two yentas.
"Well, we get the hint."
C.C. says insulted as she and Niles leave the office. Soon Max and Fran
hear their voices over the intercom.
"If we push this button, we can hear them, but they can't hear
us!" Niles says conspiratorially to C.C. "Maybe it's
this one." "No it's that one, you jackass!"
"It' s the
red one!" Fran yells into the intercom. Max disgustedly
pulls the cord out.
"Now you've done it cow!
How am I going to find out what's going on?" He gets an idea and
heads to the tool shed.
"Mr. Sheffield."
Fran begins a little shyly. "I always think of you as more as a
friend than an employer. What would you say if I told you I wanted to
have a baby?" She smiles and looks him deeply in his eyes.
Max's mouth drops open and his heart starts pounding in his chest. "Miss Fine. How can you have a baby without a man?" He looks at her nervously. Is she seeing someone I don't know about. He thinks worriedly. No, she's been home every night for months. He remembers gratefully that she hasn't had a date in quite some time. Maxwell Sheffield has been harboring tender feelings for Fran for months, but won't admit they exist, even to himself. Lately he has been curiously unhappy whenever she has had a date. He couldn't sleep until she was safely home.
"All I need is a donor!" she says excitedly. She is completely
unaware of his feelings for her. I picked the perfect guy. Forty-one.
Tall, handsome, creative, with a big head of hair! What'd 'ya think?"
She looks at him expectantly.
Oh, my god! She's talking about me! She wants to have my baby!?
Max thinks starting to panic a little. He forgets his current fears
as a whole new fear suddenly grips him. They sit on the loveseat and
Fran unconsciously places her hand on Max's leg. He looks nervously
down at it. Even though he is stunned and terrified by her news, he
feels a pleasant little jolt in his groin at her touch. Miss Fine has
worked for him for three years. Maxwell Sheffield has been in love with
her from almost the beginning, though he doesn't completely realize
it.
"Um...this is a
big decision, Miss Fine. I'm going to have to give it some thought!"
he says anxiously.
Fran pats his leg. "Please
take it seriously because you know, I really value your input."
She gently squeezes his thigh and leaves. Max almost gets aroused at
the unfamiliarity of her touching him below the waist.
"Oh my god! What am I
going to do?!" he cries jumping up from the loveseat. He starts
pacing his office. He realizes that the yenta is probably on the patio
eavesdropping. "What do you think Niles?" He turns to the
veranda door.
"What makes you so sure
she want you?" Niles says skeptically. He is fiddling around
with a leaf blower. He has absolutely no idea how to even start it.
"Oh, come on old man...she
practically spelled it out! She wants someone tall, creative, handsome.
Who else could she mean? I'm going to have to call her mother...I can't
handle this alone!" he says dialing the phone. Max can't believe
that, on his own, he is seeking out the most obnoxious person on the
planet, Fran's mother Sylvia. He is that desperate.
At first Sylvia was horrified
by her daughter's plans. But, after Mr. Sheffield told her that Fran
wanted him as the donor, she suddenly warmed to Fran's plans. She wasn't
much help to Max after all. Sylvia had confronted her the next day in
the Sheffield living room. "I'm sorry, ma." Fran had said
to her. "I can't plan my life around a husband. It may never happen!"
Sylvia had just shrugged and went to get something to eat. Max felt
alone and defeated as his secret weapon had laid down her arms so easily.
That evening after dinner,
Max asks to see Fran in his office. He is determined to talk her out
of this odious plan. But, even if he can't, he has to inform her that
he can't possibly be the father.
Fran is standing in front of
his desk. She is curious about his obvious discomfort. "Miss Fine."
Max begins nervously. "Are you really serious about all this. Do
you really want a baby without a husband? I mean, have you thought of
the future? Would you still want to stay here with your baby? Would
you be able to be the nanny and a mother at the same time?"
She looks at him rather hurt.
"You wouldn't let me stay here?" she asks slightly worried.
She hadn't thought that far ahead.
Would he really kick me out of his home? She thinks sadly.
I never thought of leaving all of them. I love them all so much.
Suddenly it comes to her that of course she couldn't stay here. What
an example she would be to his children.
"Of course I would!"
Max says quickly seeing the hurt look. "I just mean, well, do you
really...Oh, Miss Fine! I'm so sorry I just
can't be the donor! It would be so wrong!" he blurts out.
Fran looks at him surprised.
"Mr. Sheffield, did you think I was going to ask
you to be the father?" She lets out one of her unique raspy
laughs.
Max is suddenly quite embarrassed,
and he realizes surprisingly slightly insulted by her reaction. "No."
he says looking down playing with an invisible spot on his desk.
Fran moves over to sit on his
desk. She touches his shoulder tenderly. "Oh, Mr. Sheffield, are
you disappointed that I wasn't going to ask you to be the donor?"
She is stunned and quite touched that he could even consider that.
Yea, like I would ever have the chutzpah to ask the most incredible
man I've ever know to be a sperm donor! I don't think so!
"You could do worse."
He pouts. I was absolutely certain she wanted me. How could I have
been so wrong. I am a good catch after all. What are you saying, you
blithering idiot. You're off the hook! Suddenly he brightens slightly.
He doesn't have to worry about that anymore. "Well, Miss
Fine...if you're really determined I support your decision." He
smiles tenderly at her, but something is nagging him in the back of
his mind. He is slightly confused at what it could be.
"Oh,
thank you Mr. Sheffield!" she cries hugging him gratefully.
He holds on to her for a second longer than was proper for a friendly
hug. Lately he has been having thoughts of just how good it feels when
they hugged. That kiss a few weeks ago in that New Jersey department
store suddenly pops into his head. That was the first passionate kiss
they had shared. Fortunately for him, Fran fainted and had no recollection
of it. He had been stunned at how good it had felt and was completely
confused at his amorous feelings towards her. He had been enormously
grateful that she had no recollection of it.
"Well, I have to wait
a few days." she confides to him. "You know, my cycle has
to be at the perfect stage before I can be artificially inseminated."
Max blushes slightly at her revelation. Fran leaves him to his thoughts.
Well, I did all I can do.
he thinks, but he's not all that satisfied how this has ended. Out of
the blue, a wave of depression rushes through him. He has no clue what
has caused it. Suddenly he realizes something.
I wonder why I didn't come to her mind as a possible donor? I mean
I match her description. Why in the world is this bothering me so?
It comes to him. "I really don't want her carrying another blokes
child!" He whispers. The thought has unexpectantly paralyzed him.
As he thinks it through he realizes.
Oh, she'll change her mind in a few days! This is just another of
her hair-brained ideas. Relieved at this thought he leaves the office
and heads up to his bedroom to try to sleep.
**************
The big day has arrived and
Fran is excitedly getting ready to go to the clinic. Max is beside himself.
He had been positive that she was going to change her mind. He summoned
her to his office an hour before her appointment. He has been pacing
his office for the last half hour.
"You wanted to see me
Mr. Sheffield?" Fran asks curiously knocking on his door.
"Yes, please sit down
Miss Fine." Max says motioning to the love seat. He rubs his hands
together nervously. He is perspiring slightly and his heart is pounding
madly. "Miss Fine, are you absolutely determined that you
want a child this way?" He is hoping against hope that she has
changed her mind.
Fran looks at him confused.
"Of course, Mr. Sheffield. I was just getting ready to go to the
clinic. Why?"
Max sits down next to her and
gently takes her hands into his. Max looks her straight in her eyes.
"Miss Fine, I just can't let you do this. You deserve more than
to carry a total stranger's baby. At least you should have a
child with someone you know and are...fond of." He looks
shyly at her.
"I'd adore that, Mr. Sheffield,
but unfortunately, I have nobody in my life like that." She looks
him deeply in his eyes. Suddenly her heart starts pounding a little
harder. Could it be? She thinks starting to get excited as a
crazy idea creeps into her brain. Stop it Fran. Don't be an idiot.
He's way out of your league.
Max looks deeply into her eyes
and says. "Yes you do. If you're so bloody determined to do this,
would you allow me to help you out?" He looks down shyly at his
hands, his body shivering slightly from nerves and what her answer will
be.
Fran's mouth drops open. "Oh,
Mr. Sheffield! Are you saying that
you want to be my donor?" She swallows and squeezes his
hand. Her head is swimming at this totally unexpected turn of events.
I can't believe this is happening? Why is he doing this? Does he
care that much about me? I had no idea.
Suddenly she is very touched, and happy.
He looks up at her. "If
you are absolutely determined to go through with this, I just have to
be. I couldn't live with myself if you got pregnant by someone you didn't
even know!" He was feeling a little stronger now and looks her
straight in the eyes.
"Oh, Mr. Sheffield!"
she cries hugging him. "You don't know how much this means to me!
Thank you! In a million years I would never have had to nerve to ask
you, but there is nobody I would want more to be the father of my child!"
Maxwell smiles at her obvious
joy. He can't believe how relieved he is at her reaction. He hadn't
realized how highly she thought of him. He is also very confused by
the tender feelings for her that have now taken over his thoughts.
"Mr. Sheffield."
she says excitedly. "Do you want to come to the clinic with me
today? You know...to make a...deposit." Realizing what that entails,
she looks bashfully down at her hands. Knowing what he would have to
do to make that deposit. She can't even imagine the prim and
proper Mr. Sheffield doing something like that. Her cheeks turn bright
pink at the thought.
"Umm...yes, and
there's the problem that we have to discuss Miss Fine. He says rubbing
his hands together nervously. You see, there is no way I could go to
a sperm bank. I mean, you know who I am. If word ever got out that Maxwell
Sheffield was a sperm donor, I would be the joke of Broadway."
He looks uneasily at her biting his lower lip, letting her digest what
the very embarrassing circumstances really were.
She looks confused. "Well
if you can't go to the clinic, then how...OH!" She looks at him
wide-eyed, her heart was now threatening to burst out of her chest,
it is pounding so madly. "Oh, Mr. Sheffield...OY!"
She sits down hard on the loveseat in a slight state of shock.
Max gives her an uneasy look.
He shrugs his shoulders very embarrassed now by her obvious discomfort
as the realization of what they would have to do together hits her.
"Yes, that's the situation. I'm afraid, Miss Fine, that if you
want my baby it's going to have to be conceived the old-fashioned way."
His cheeks are now as bright red as hers have become. He is having a
hard time looking her in the eyes. He realizes that they have never
been intimate enough in the past to be comfortable going to bed with
each other for the sole purpose of procreation. He is also very surprised
that he is quite hard. The thought of what they would have to do to
make that baby is crowding his mind.
"Oh, Mr. Sheffield."
Fran puts her hand on her forehead looking up at him. "I don't
know." She starts to shiver slightly.
Oh, how can I have sex with him? I would be a nervous wreck! He's
my boss! I've always suppressed my feelings for him! How would I do
that after we made love? She worries, her mind reeling.
Max notices her discomfort
and sits next to her putting his arms around her. "Miss Fine. It
will be all right. I mean, we are both adults...we know that it will
be a 'no strings attached' type act with a common goal." He says
trying to reassure himself as much as her. He suddenly realizes that
he is actually slightly charmed at her reaction. To his chagrin, his
arousal was growing. She really is so naive. He thinks affectionately.
Most women would jump at the chance. I never realized how she seems
so innocent sexually. For some reason, this makes him quite happy.
Though he won't admit it, he is aware that he is more than a little
excited at the thought of making love to her.
Fran puts her head on his shoulder
and thinks. There's nobody's baby I would rather have! I can't let
this opportunity pass me by. But, oh my god! Sex with Mr. Sheffield!
She suddenly makes a decision. "OK Mr. Sheffield. You're right.
She says softly looking up at him. We can keep this almost
business-like." She offers him her hand and they shake.
She swallows and says shyly. "So, where and when? The next two
days are my best time." She looks down at her hands as she realizes
what that means. Oh god! That means tonight!
"Well then...meet me in
my room at say, eight o'clock tonight. I'll make sure that the children
and Niles are out of the house for the evening." He gently takes
her shoulder and looks deep into her eyes. "Now, you're sure about
all of this?" he asks seriously. He is hoping she has miraculously
changed her mind...or does he?
Fran lifts her head up and
smiles at him. "Absolutely. I'll see you tonight after dinner."
She hugs him gratefully and leaves his office. She runs up the stairs
and calls Val. "Val! Get right over here! You are NOT going to
believe this!"
Max sits down behind his desk
wondering if he has done the right thing. He is actually more worried
about the short term...tonight, than the fact that Fran will have his
child. Well, I won't think of that now. But what's going to happen
tonight? He is now getting more and more nervous.
Stop it old boy, or you won't be able to meet your part of the bargain.
He thinks trying to put it out of his mind.
Val and Fran are sitting on
Fran's bed. Val's mouth drops open as Fran tells her the incredible
news. "Oh, god! Fran, you are so lucky! He is so gorgeous!"
She sighs. "Aren't you nervous? I know I would be!"
"Oh, Val! I'm terrified!"
she confesses. "I mean, he's Mister Sheffield! He's
so out of my league. I've never been with a man like him. He's
so rich and powerful." Fran is so shocked at how this has turned
around so drastically that she has completely lost her resolve. "I
don't think I can go through with this. Val, I'm terrified but I want
a baby so badly. And, having Mr. Sheffields baby! Wow! Somehow I have
to get through having sex with him." She worries. She doesn't
realize how ridiculous that sounds. Like it would be so horrible to
make love to a gorgeous, powerful millionaire.
"Oh, Fran. How can you
say that? I wish it were me! He's the most handsome man I've
ever seen in person!" Val gushes.
Suddenly Fran remembers that
incredible kiss when she had her shopping addiction. She had fainted
but pretended to not remember because he had been so uneasy about it.
"Oh, Val, he's kind of repressed when we've had intimate moments
in the past. What if he can't go through with it? What if I can't go
through with it? Oh, how do I get myself into these things?"
she cries desperately.
Max walks into the kitchen.
"Oh, Niles. I have to confide in someone or I'll go bloody mad!
He cries. He proceeds to tell Niles the whole story. Niles sits in wide-eyed
and open-mouthed disbelief. He is thrilled beyond belief that his two
dearest friends were going to make a baby together.
"Oh, how wonderful sir!
You two will make a gorgeous baby!" He exclaims close to
tears. Oh, this is so fantastic! I couldn't have planned this any
better if I had thought of it first!
"Oh, Niles...I don't think
I can go through with it! I mean, it is
Miss Fine! I'm a nervous wreck." He says running his hands
through his thick hair.
Uh oh...he's starting to
back out. I have to do something.
Niles thinks starting to panic a little. "Well, then you shouldn't
do it, sir! I'm sure anyone of those strangers at the donor clinic is
good enough for her!" He looks as Max. " It will be strange
seeing her pregnant with another man's child, though." he says
reflectively, looking innocently at him.
Max suddenly remembers that
is what had paralyzed him in the first place. "Niles, I have to
go through with it!" he says rubbing his hands together. "I
can't let her have a strangers baby." He makes a firm decision.
"Niles, I need you to make sure the children are out of the house
this evening."
"Don't worry sir, they
are away for the weekend on that ski trip, remember? I have plans for
this evening also." To make popcorn and sit in front of the
intercom in my bedroom. He thinks excitedly.
Like I would miss this!
"Thanks, old man. Well,
I have some preparations to make." he says patting Niles shoulder
and leaving the mansion.
************
Fran is soaking in her tub.
She's hoping the hot bath will relax her. I don't know if I can go
through with this, it's going to be so embarrassing! I'm not sophisticated
and experienced like I'm sure he is. I wouldn't be scared if he were
just a regular guy, but he's Mister Sheffield!
After all he's a big Broadway producer, and my boss! But I want his
baby...that I know. I'll just have to bite the bullet and go through
with it! She thinks determinedly.
She gets out of the tub and
dries herself off. She brushes her teeth and dons her cream color silk
pajamas. She had considered a sexy negligee but then she would really
have felt embarrassed. No, I feel more comfortable being as covered
up as much as possible. She thinks trying to gather her courage.
The time has come. Fran takes
a deep breath and walks out of her bedroom. She reaches Mr. Sheffield's
door and softly knocks. She takes a deep breath and subconsciously hopes
he doesn't answer.
Max answers immediately. "Hello
Miss Fine. Please come in." he says nervously stepping aside to
let her in. Fran gasps as she looks around his bedroom. There was a
beautiful fire crackling in the fireplace, soft music and Dom Perignon
chilling. Her eyes open wide as she sees his bed is turned down enticingly.
Max notices her _expression and blushes slightly. Niles had prepared
the room very seductively.
Maxwell takes her hand and
leads her over to the sofa in front of the fire. Fran looks at him for
the first time. Her heart skips a beat seeing how incredibly handsome
he looks in his black silk robe and pajamas.
Oh god! He's just like Rex Harrison, suave and sophisticated!
She thinks completely in awe of him.
Unknown to her, Max wasn't
feeling at all like Mr. Harrison at the moment. His heart was pounding
madly and his stomach was in knots at how he was going to get through
this. Fran and Max sit on the sofa side by side. Both are quite uncomfortable.
"Um, you look lovely tonight, Miss Fine." he says tensely
without even looking at her.
"So do you Mr. Sheffield,
I love your black pajamas." she says looking straight down at her
hands. Oh, god. I am so embarrassed. He so gorgeous, but he's so
out of my league! I mean the last man I slept was Danny. He and Mr.
Sheffield are exact opposites.
Even though Fran is no virgin, she realizes that she has never been
with a man like him.
Oh, dear god! How are we
going to get this started? I can't believe how tense I am. Max sees
the champagne and jumps up startling her. "Champagne, Miss Fine?"
Fran takes the glass he offers her thankfully. She has never needed
a drink more in her life. She downs it in one gulp, her eyes opening
wide as it tingles down her throat. She coughs and hands him the glass
for a refill. Maybe if I just get drunk, I'll be able to go through
with this. She thinks desperately.
Her _expression and nervousness
suddenly charms him. Her uncomfortable demeanor was actually serving
to put him more at ease. He is starting to think that she may be quite
inexperienced. Fran isn't really, but she definitely is not experienced
with men like him. She's obviously quite inexperienced sexually or
she wouldn't be this terrified.
He thinks happily. Suddenly he realizes that he has to take the lead
in this crazy situation. He has to be the strong one.
She really is sweet. He looks at her tenderly.
It's not like you haven't been with you're share of women. He
thinks. All of a sudden he realizes.
She needs you to be there for her! I wonder why I'm so damn nervous?
I've never had trouble making love to women. Why is she different?
Never one to over analyze his feelings, Max doesn't realize that he
is so nervous because he has been head over heals in love with Miss
Fine for over two years.
Fran is looking shyly down
at her hands and has yet to look him in the eyes. Max notices her shiver
slightly and sits next to her putting his arm around her protectively.
"Miss Fine, I see how uneasy you are." He put his fingers
under her chin and raises her head up to look at him. He is touched
at the look of nervousness and what looks remarkably like...love? Seeing
her anxious _expression makes his heart start pounding again, but this
time, it's not out of fear.
Fran can't take it anymore.
She has been with her share of men, but she and Mr. Sheffield have never
really shared any real intimacy. This was just an unbelievably embarrassing
situation. "Oh, Mr. Sheffield, I don't think I can go through with
this!" She cries still not looking him in the eyes. "I mean,
I want your baby more than anything, but..." She can't bring herself
to tell him that she just can't have sex with him. Max sees her cheeks
turn pink with embarrassment. His heart goes out to her.
"Don't be afraid, Miss
Fine. I mean, am I so horrible to be with?" He smiles charmingly
making those fine lines around his eyes crinkle. His look and comforting
manner makes Fran smile for the first time.
"Oh, Mr. Sheffield! You're
not at all horrible! You're...beautiful!" Her cheeks
now turn bright red and she quickly gazes back down at her hands.
I can't believe you said that, you idiot. She is now thoroughly
humiliated.
Max's heart soars at her sweetness.
He is surprised that he is starting to feel very comfortable...and somewhat
aroused. He is actually having a marvelous time now. "Miss Fine."
he says tenderly kissing her on the cheek. "You don't have to be
the least bit embarrassed or uneasy. "I'm not, anymore. You know
I would never do anything to hurt you don't you?" She nods bashfully.
Max takes her in his arms and
kisses her softly. He is pleased that she has stopped shivering and
is kissing him somewhat hesitantly back. As he pulls her closer into
him, he can feel her heart pounding rapidly against his own. "Oh,
Mr. Sheffield." She whispers looking trustfully in his eyes. "Miss
Fine..." he murmurs slightly overcome by that look in her eyes.
Max gently pushes her back
on the couch and kisses her softly on the lips. There was no rush and
he wants to make sure she is completely comfortable being so close to
him in such an intimate situation for the first time. He holds her close,
his cheek softly rubbing hers. His body presses against her and he can't
resist rubbing himself against her. He is trembling slightly and very
aroused. "Miss Fine." he whispers kissing her. She kisses
him back her tongue instinctively seeks his, which causes him to groan.
Max is now absolutely positive
that he wants her more than he's ever wanted any woman. Three years
of repressing his feelings of love and lust have suddenly converged
at once on his body and his mind. "Miss Fine." he moans.
The feeling of his very generous
arousal against Fran's body was having delicious effects on her lower
regions. Maxwell presses himself more desperately into her, which causes
her to clutch him tightly. "Mr. Sheffield, I don't feel so scared
anymore." she whispers shyly looking up at him.
He is overjoyed and looks lovingly
down at her. I can't believe how good this feels.
He thinks excitedly. He lifts her up and carries her to his bed. He
quickly takes his bedclothes off and gets in with her. Maxwell takes
her in his arms and looks deeply into her eyes.
"Miss Fine before this
goes any further, are you absolutely
sure about all of this?" He looks deeply into her eyes.
As badly as he now wants to make love to her, he has to make sure that
she is going to have no regrets.
She looks up at him bashfully
and hesitates slightly, making his heart beat faster. He really wants
her tonight. Am I sure? She thinks.
I was when I came in here but now, oh, I think I'm having strong
feelings for him. This could change everything. I have to just knock
these feelings out of my head right now!
She admonishes herself. He is doing you the greatest favor of your
life, don't complicate things!
Max is slightly disappointed
that she is hesitating. He has never wanted a woman more in his life.
Suddenly Fran kisses him and his heart races. He lays her back on the
pillow and starts kissing down her throat, slowly unbuttoning her pajama
tops. His fingers find her breast and Fran gasps involuntarily.
The mere sound of her pleasure
causes Max to press himself into her body. Only her pajama bottoms are
separating them. "Miss Fine." he whispers. He kneels over
her gazing into her eyes as he slowly starts to glide her bottoms down.
They never break their gaze. Fran starts to breath harder. She quickly
kicks them all the way off as they reach her ankles.
He starts kissing her more
fiercely, now almost completely out of control. There is now nothing
separating their naked bodies. Fran is a little shy about touching him.
After all, he is her boss. Max, sensing her apprehension, takes her
hand and gently guides it to his tremendous arousal. "Mr. Sheffield!"
She whispers a look of surprise and excitement, with a touch of apprehension.
"It's for you, darling.
" He moans softly looking at her under heavily lidded eyes. The
last thing Max wants is to hurt her and knows that he has to make sure
she's ready for him. His lips travel slowly down her neck and find her
breast. He groans as Fran gently rubs his hard length. "Oh, darling!"
he whispers taking her hand away. "If you continue with that, I
won't be able to control myself." He goes back to kissing her breast
as his hand finds its way to that most important spot. He slowly touches
her deep inside, pushing into her.
Fran cries out in surprise
and sheer excitement. Her hips thrust upward to meet him as waves of
pleasure sizzle throughout her entire body. She instinctively reaches
down and presses her hand over his, to push him deeper into her. "Oh,
Mister Sheffield!" she cries as her orgasm reaches its peak.
Fran's heart is pounding madly
and she can barely breathe. Her head snaps back on the pillow and her
eyes are tightly shut. Finally she starts breathing more regularly and
slowly opens her eyes. Max is looking down at her, extremely pleased
with her reaction. He has never been more aroused. Fran slowly comes
to her senses and hugs him tightly. "Mr. Sheffield, I've never
felt like that before." She whispers her body starts trembling
madly.
His heart skips a beat at her
confession. He realizes that he has rarely been so genuinely happy.
"Miss Fine, are you ready to make that baby?" he asks his
voice husky with passion. He knows only one thing; he was
more than ready. He kisses her softly. "Darling, you are
so lovely. I want you like I've never wanted anyone. I've never felt
this way before." he says lovingly rubbing her cheek to his.
"Oh, Mr. Sheffield. Please
don't say these things." she says, absolutely stunning him. He
looks at her and sees tears starting to well up in her eyes. Terrified
he takes her in his arms holding her tightly to him. "Fran, what's
wrong...did I hurt you?" He is trembling slightly at the thought.
"Oh, Mr. Sheffield...of
course not! I've never felt this good in my life. But, you see if you
start talking like that, I'm going to have a hard time not falling in
love with you. It's taken all my will up to this point to push those
feelings out of my heart." she says desperately, burying her head
into his chest. "Like a girl with my background could ever love
someone like you."
Max is overjoyed at her confession.
"Oh, Miss Fi....Fran. I love you too. The thought of you
having a baby with someone other than me
destroyed me! Doesn't this all prove how much I love you. I mean,
what other friend would do all this?" He smiles down at her and
is thrilled to see the look of pure love in her eyes.
He loves me! Then, we can't
do this. "Mr. Sheffield, I want to make love to you so much,
but I changed my mind. I don't want a baby like that anymore. Someday
I want to have one the proper way. I'm sorry but we can't make love
and risk it." she says sadly starting to move away from him.
Max holds her more tightly
and kisses her softly. He reaches over to get a box out of his nightstand.
He takes one of the small foil wrapped items out and shows it to her.
"It's up to you, Fran...now, or after we get married, I know you'll
want our child soon." he says a twinkle in his green eyes.
"Oh, Mr. Sheffield what
are you doing with condoms in your room...HEH?!"
Did he just propose? She looks at him wide-eyed. Her _expression
makes him laugh out loud.
"I bought them this afternoon,
just in case." Max says kissing her. He suddenly remembers his
current arousal and pushes her back on the bed. "By the way, Miss
Fine, I love you very much. Will you marry me?"
The End