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Something to Believe in PART 47 As the taxi drove up the long, inviting driveway, a familiar feeling rushed over Liz’s expectant body. Deep routed feelings of dread and sadness when coming to this house had long since been doused. Instead, now, coming to the Valenti Estate was more of a joy, the memories now weighing heavily towards happiness rather than sadness. Sitting beside her on the backseat was Max, his arms wrapped protectively around his wife as she sat with her back to him slightly glancing out the window. Twisting her head, Liz looked up into his bright chestnut eyes, before accepting the kiss he placed gently on her lips. Beside them, the exasperated puff of breath released from Calistia’s lips indicated she clearly didn’t like her sister and brother in law’s open affection while she was in close proximity. As if watching them being a happy, loving couple wasn’t bad enough at home, couldn’t they at least conduct a little discretion when in public? It was a happy occasion that brought them to the Valenti Estate. Although to say she’d been surprised when Jim had announced his engagement to Amy was a mild understatement. Not that Liz held any ill feelings towards Maria’s mother, or any begrudging of happiness towards James Valenti whatsoever. It was more that Liz was surprised the gruff man was willing to risk his heart again after getting hurt so deeply before. Then again, Amy was a wonderfully fun person to be around, and it was clear to see whom Maria got her bubbly personality from. To Liz, the huge party Jim and Amy were throwing at the Valenti Estate was something of a statement. It was a way of showing everyone that the Amber Inn Group was still riding high, and that the head of the group was enjoying life no end. It also proved to any doubters that the evident love that flowed between Jim and Amy wasn’t just a passing fad or a publicity stunt. They truly were madly in love and blissfully happy. As the taxi finally pulled up outside the brightly white lit front of the house, Liz took in a regulatory deep breath and squeezed gently on Max’s hands. Where the slight apprehension had suddenly come from Liz wasn’t sure. “You ok?” Max queried softly, sensing tension in her body. “Yeah, I’m fine. This house just holds so many mixed memories it can be a little confusing sometimes.” She clarified, much for her own mind’s necessity as well as Max’s. “I’m sure.” Max comforted, placing a kiss on her forehead. “Just thing about how wonderful our wedding was, that will help with the mixed memories.” “Oh yeah.” She breathed, before returning the kissing with more passion. Thoughts of their wedding was always a sure fire way to bring a smile back on Liz’s face. Oh how she’d wished she could replay the day in the months since that perfect day when she’d become Mrs Liz Evans. “Oh please!” Calistia exasperated, shrugging her shoulders before gratefully exiting the taxicab. Being in a confined space with Max and Liz was bad enough, but when they started that kissing business she was outta there! Finally joining Cali outside the taxi, Liz smoothed down her dress and wondered fleetingly if it had been appropriate. Jim’s parties were normally such swish affairs, and although the dress code hadn’t been formally outlined, Liz had hoped she’d guessed right. Besides, it gave her another opportunity to see Max in a tuxedo, something she definitely enjoyed. There was something about the way his broad shoulders filled out the tailored jacket and the way the trousers hugged his lower body, that send a shiver down Liz’s spine and sent her mind racing into dangerously x-rated territory. “Don’t worry Liz, you look amazing. Besides if you’re overdressed then so am I!” Max grinned, sensing her emotions and trying to alleviate some of her fears. And she did look simply breathtaking, he added silently. Her dress was long and sleek, ending just above her ankles in a shimmering lilac mauve colour that looked almost sliver in the right light. Tiny straps held up the low cut bodice, the straps criss-crossing over her back ending just above her waist leaving plenty of bare flesh at the back for Max to caress throughout the night. At the back there was a slit ending just above the back of her knees, but at the front a slit over her right leg ended mid thigh, showing plenty of bare leg as she walked. It was, he silently thought, a torturous dress for him. How was he supposed to keep his mind on sensible thoughts throughout the night when all he really wanted to do was whisk his beautiful wife off to the nearest bedroom?! Cali’s timely clearing of her throat brought Max back down to earth with an unceremonious bump. They were here for the party, to socialise and celebrate Jim and Amy’s engagement, he mentally scolded himself. Anything more intimate would have to wait until they were in private again. And that would be hours away he sighed as he held out two arms and escorted the ladies up the white marble steps to the open front door. Inside, after obtaining champagne drinks for Max and Liz, and orange juice for Cali, the quartet headed off to find their friends. All were invited, including Max and Isabelle’s parents. Rebecca too, but Max and Liz had both decided the mass of people would most likely unnerve her. Instead she was safely tucked up in bed with the babysitter looking after her. “Maria, you look amazing!” Liz chimed as she hugged her best friend. Silently Liz was grateful she’d chosen to dress up, glancing around the large ballroom denoted everyone was similarly dressed in evening gown wear and dinner suits. “Hmm, it’s nice just to be able to fit back into something even mildly resembling sexy. God no one told me how much weight I’d put on having Mac!” Maria returned. “Oh Maria ….!” “No it’s true Liz, I’ve been telling her that since we left the house, but it’s yet to sink in.” Michael added, silently smiling at Maria and eagerly wrapping an arm around her midriff. Silently he made a pact with himself, he’d get Maria to believe she looked stunning before the night was out, no matter what it took. Maria’s long black dress did indeed make her look stunning. The tight, tailored bodice hugged her curved bust, the waist nipped to taper out into a fuller skirt. Thin straps held up the top, with a silver chiffon wrap pulled loosely around her shoulders. Normally long flowing hair was pulled up into a French twist, with strands tumbling around her face and down her back to soften the look. “So ‘Ria, how did you take the news of the engagement?” Liz queried, as the guys fell into a deep conversation about the latest baseball match. “Well I can’t deny it was a shock, I mean my mum has been a wanderer for as long as I can remember. I never thought she’d ever feel secure enough to settle down. But I’ll concede they do look good together, and I can’t deny she’s happier than I’ve seen her in a very long time.” “Yeah, I think the same of James. Nice to see them both content now.” Inside a few minutes Alex and Isabelle had also joined the mix. The strong, protective arm Alex kept wrapped around his wife’s middle indicated he was not altogether happy at her attending. The long dark blue dress was well fitted, but did little to hide the growing bump of Isabelle and Alex’s first child. “You look radiant Isabelle.” Liz commented, as they exchanged friendly kisses. “Thanks Liz, you too.” “She
does look amazing, I agree Liz. But
I still don’t think you should be here honey.
Don’t you think she’s looking tired?
She should be at home with her feet up, just look how swollen and puffy
they are already. Are you hungry at
all? I can get you something to eat
if you are.” Alex interjected,
his voice full of concern. By the time Liz had found Jim and Amy to offer her congratulations, she noted Cali had slipped from her side. Not too worried, Liz continued her conversation with Jim, with only a slight uneasiness at the back of her mind. It wasn’t like Cali actually knew many people at the party, and it was a public place after all, so there wasn’t much to worry about. A slower song struck up by the band brought Max to Liz’s side, his hand outstretched to pull her towards the dance floor. As the soft music filtered around them, Max slowly pulled his beautiful wife into his embrace. Fitting a hand to the small of her back, the other cupped her fingers and pulled them close to his chest. In response Liz wrapped her free arm around his neck, pulling them closer together. Gently gliding around the dance floor, Max and Liz barely registered the other guests around them. Instead they simply gazed into each other’s eyes and read the love that flowed freely between them. Unable to refrain from more physical shows of passion, Max dipped his head before lightly brushing his lips against Liz’s. His brain registered the silky, sweet velvet texture of her lips as Liz responded by returning the kiss. This time Max gently parted his lips to give Liz a silent invitation to deepen the embrace if she desired. Not needing to be asked twice, Liz ran her tongue against Max’s bottom lip, and then raked it against his lower set of teeth before delving deep inside the dark warmth. Relinquishing his tight grip on Liz’s hand, Max moved it to behind her head. Silently, as he scooped a handful of hair in his fingers, Max was grateful she hadn’t pulled it up in a fancy twist or something. He always did love Liz’s hair hanging free like a blanket of rich, dark velvet. The feel of his lips stroking and caressing hers made Liz sigh deep in his mouth. Her head felt giddy, she was getting drunk on Max’s kisses and loving every moment of it. The feel of his fingers running through her freshly wash hair heated her body further. A hot pang of desire shot through her, giving Liz fresh confidence to test Max’s resolve just a little further. The fingers that were wrapped tightly around his neck slowly started to unfurl. Instead they gently swept over the nape of Max’s neck, before settling in the middle and gently caressing his skin. It was a very sensitive area for Max, and she knew it was only a matter of time before he succumbed to her advances. Sure enough, the murmured curse against her lips was enough to indicate he was being affected by her touch. Then again, the quickly growing bulge in his tuxedo trousers would have been evidence enough for Liz. Pushing her lower body closer, she snuggled against his hard desire, loving the feel of it against her stomach. Within the confinements of the dancing, Liz gently, seductively rocked against that hardness. Slowly but surely the innocent kiss was rapidly spiralling out of control. A hiss of emotion pushed through Max’s gritted teeth as he broke contact with her lips. Dear God she was seducing him here, in the middle of a crowded dance floor surrounded by important people. Never before had Max wished with his entire being that he were alone with his sexy wife. Oh the feelings she always managed to stir in him. Despite the public place, the feelings Liz was conjuring in his body couldn’t be ignored. At least not for a little while anyway. If she could tease him then he could certainly play along for a time. Instead of halting that exquisite, torturous rocking, Max slipped his hand to the small of Liz’s back. Instead of doing the sensible thing of putting a little distance between them he applied just enough force to bring Liz’s body even closer. Her soft body encased his desire further and one more drop of self-control ebbed away silently. Her lips latched on to his once more, sending his head spinning further out of control. His should stop their floorshow, Max knew that. Yet that particular manoeuvre seemed to avoid him at that moment. In the end the change of pace of the next upbeat song filling their ears finally brought them apart, both gasping for much needed air. The pink flush of Liz’s cheeks, puffiness of her ‘kissed to death’ lips and desire filled brown eyes nearly had Max diving back in to continue. Only if he did that then a simple kiss wouldn’t be enough to quell his hunger. Oh no, clothes would go flying for sure, he thought ruefully. Yet he knew this was neither the time, nor the place, with too many eyes watching. Instead he adjusted his trousers, trying not to make the hard bulge quite so evident. Quickly realising it was a futile attempt; only two things would help him right then. More of Liz’s drug induced kisses, or a very long, very cold shower. Since neither were viable options at that moment, he settled for taking large gulps of air to clear his hazy head and then using Liz’s body as a shield before heading towards the edge of the dance floor. “Well you two certainly know how to warm up a party!” Maria said, raising her eyebrows in amusement at her friends. “Yeah, Michael and I had a bet going as to how long before clothes when flying!” Alex grinned. “Alex!”
Isabelle glared, the dulcet tone of her voice depicting her displeasure.
“This is my brother you are talking about remember.” “Yeah, I had four minutes.” Michael added. “Thirty seconds more song and I would have won for sure. Hey Max I don’t suppose you wanna go out for round two do you?” “Ok enough guys!” Max finally said, seeing Liz’s face going redder and redder with embarrassment. Inside too, part of him wished he could crawl into the smallest corner and disappear. Then again, there was a much larger part of him that was proud as punch to show his affection to Liz. “Anyway, you’re just jealous. Can I help it if my wife is the most beautiful woman here tonight?” He added finally, pulling Liz into his arms so she could bury her face in his chest. “Oh
yeah I’m jealous!” Maria
interjected. “Jealous that
Michael doesn’t dance with me like that.” “Oh please! Can’t either of you keep a reign on your juvenile hormones.” Isabelle exasperated, throwing her words at Max and Michael. “Oh I give up!” She finally added, taking hold of Alex’s hand and leading him towards the buffet table. “Hormones!” Michael exclaimed quietly as Maria swatted his arm. Finally Liz lifted her head from his warm embrace, mortification dispelled, only to have her eyes collide with Max’s hooded, passion filled pools. The look left her in no doubt that the earlier desire that had slammed through his body was still raging very strong. Gulping a breath, Max tried to pull hard on the reigns of his raging hormones. Isabelle had been right; he was acting like a sex-starved teenager. But god help him he wanted Liz. Short of hauling her upstairs to find an empty bedroom to continue their dance in private, there was little he could do. The odds of being interrupted were too high in his estimations, so instead he opted for his second silent option. He needed to cool down his heat charged body. Perhaps a walk in the cool night air in the garden might help to stamp down on his rampant desires. Perhaps then he wouldn’t feel like he wanted to jump Liz each time she looked up at him with those innocent, doe brown eyes. “Let’s go outside.” He whispered softly against Liz’s ear. A warm flush washed over Liz once more at the husky tone of his voice. Going outside certainly did have more opportunities to be private than the centre of a ballroom dance floor, she thought silently as a smile crept over her face.
PART 48 - NC-17
Cupping her hand in his, Max led them outside before they skipped down the stone steps. Hitting the tamed lawn they broke into a run like carefree teenagers, giggling softly before they were swallowed up by the darkness of the night. Leading them down the path further still, Liz didn’t stop until they arrived at the tiny gazebo at the end of the large garden. The white, wicker style hut normally teeming with warm LA sun, was pitch black apart from the dull sparkle from the silver white moon. All around them were groomed trees swaying gently in the cool night air, sheltering them from the glare of the brightly lit house. Liz’s giggles had filled his ears as they’d headed down the garden, the sound swelling his heart further. Finally swinging her round to face him, Max lifted his fingers to push some strands of hair gently behind her ear. Looking down into her almost black pools, watching the silver moonlight glisten off of her slightly tanned skin, his heart skipped a beat. Coming to the garden was supposed to be a way to calm his heated body, and give him time to regain control with the cooling wind before heading back up to the party. But oh boy was she trying to test him as she looked up through hopeful eyes, with an innocent smile flashing across her face as if she knew not what such a look would do to his control. Geez if he could barely keep his hands off Liz in the middle of an occupied dance floor, what chance did he have at the bottom of a mystically dark and deserted garden? “Liz ……” Max started, the sound of caution in his voice unmistakable. Despite his heart’s desire to sink his lips down on her own, his head knew that it would only take just a taste of Liz and their little midnight stroll would tumble quickly out of control. “Shhh.” Liz responded with a finger to his lips. “Don’t think …. Just kiss me Max.” And so he did. No thoughts, no rationale, just pure actions. His lips glided and caressed as his fingers wove through her soft, inviting hair. All the desires he had suppressed after the dance rushed to the surface once more. The feel of Liz’s hands rubbing over his shirt-clad chest heightened those feelings, the tightening in his groin bringing the bulge in his trousers to life once more. His head was spinning so much he barely registered Liz’s hand slipping from his chest. It wasn’t until her fingers curled over the bulge of his desire through the tuxedo material that he jumped slightly and alarm bells started to ring out loud in his head. “Liz.” He said, his voice breathy with emotion as her fingers continued to sweep over his fly. Oh my that felt good! “Shhh.” She responded against his lips. “Liz we can’t.” He protested. “Why not Max?” She queried finally, pulling away slightly but leaving her hand tantalisingly lingering over his fly. “Why?” He choked with raised eyebrows. Wasn’t it obvious? “Because we’re at a party full of people.” “So.” “What if someone finds us?” Max reasoned, his resolve faltering with every moment. “Most people don’t even know about this place. Besides, live dangerously Max.” Liz teased. “I want you, and it’s pretty obvious you feel the same way right now.” As if to add proof to her words, Liz gently squeezed her hand over him. Feeling Max jump, she couldn’t hold back a smile of joy. Victory was just around the corner, he couldn’t resist her. “No fair Liz.” Max groaned, throwing his head back and taking a gulp of the cool night air. Keeping his wits about him and holding on tight to his control was the way to ride this out. But did he really want to, he thought silently. Dropping his hand to sit softly on her petit behind he wondered if holding steady was really good idea. “Who said anything about playing fair!” She grinned wickedly. Liz’s plan all along had been to get Max to loose some of his steely control. But even she wasn’t prepared when he finally snapped, swooped forward and claimed her lips in a passionately searing kiss. Backing her up, Max stopped only when Liz’s back collided with the inner shell of the gazebo. Reaching round he angled her head so he had greater access to her delectable mouth. Using his other hand, Max lifted her bare right leg to his hip level so he could step in closer to her sweet, warm centre. Then his lips seemed to be all over her, plundering her own, biting and nibbling at her ear, grazing along her jaw line and then suckling at her shapely neck. It was exquisite torture and all Liz could do was throw her head back and accept all he was offering. As his lips dipped along her collar bone, Max snaked out his tongue to sweep gently between the valley exposed by her dress, since it was the closest he could get to her breasts.
His lower body rocked against hers, only the thin silk of her dress and the rough material of his trousers separating their desires from coming together. Unwrapping her arms from his neck, Liz slipped her hands inside Max’s tuxedo jacket before pushing it off his shoulders and down his arms. In a heartbeat Max shed his jacket, allowing it to fall to the floor, before eagerly reclaiming her body with his hands. Dropping his fingers from her hair, Max slipped his hands to her shoulders before hooking one of the flimsy dress straps. Pushing it down her arm he repeated the feat before her glorious bust was finally free and bare to his touch. Like a little boy in a candy shop, Max licked his lips before closing his warm mouth around one tantalising mound. A throaty groan left her lips before Liz could stifle it. The feel of Max’s hungry, wet mouth devouring her chasing any sane thoughts from her mind. Instead she tugged harder on his shirt before pulling the tails from the confinements of his waistband. Finally she delved under the cotton silk to spread her palms over his strong, toned back. It was Max’s turn to swallow a moan of desire when Liz raked her French manicured nails across the hard surface of his muscular back. The slow burning warmth in the pit of his stomach suddenly doubled and raged with the heat of and out of control burning fire. Relinquishing his onslaught on her now bare breasts, Max slipped his hand to her back once more and crushed their lower bodies closer together still. Running his other hand to frame her hips he lifted her body to run the length of his desire, teasing and testing both of them. “Max.” She whispered breathily against his lips. A fleeting thought that perhaps her plan hadn’t been the best one in the world quickly disappeared. She needed him with every fibre of her body, the surrounds around them and the possibility of being discovered completely forgotten. Her fingers, taking on a will of their own, started on the row of pearl coloured buttons. One by one she opened them to expose his chest to the silver glimmer of the moon. “Liz … oh god Liz.” He responded gruffly as she pulled apart the shirt and ran her fingers across his chest. “We can’t …….” His protest fell of deaf ears however as Liz pushed his shirt from his arms before slowly unbuckling his belt. Just a few minutes longer and then he’d stop her, Max thought. He’d just savour the feelings a little more, enough to keep his desires in check for the rest of the evening. Until he got his sexy wife home that was ………. The feeling of Liz’s tiny hands slipping inside the unbuttoned waistband of his trousers, however, brought rationale flooding to the forefront of his mind. If he was going to stop this, it had to be now. Small fingers slipped around his desire, gently, seductively stroking and caressing. Teasing and taking him to the brink of sanity and he held on to the very last shred of his control. “God Liz.” He gasped, placing his forehead against Liz’s and dragged in a breath. “We ….. we can’t.” He reiterated. “Why not?” She whispered before nibbling gently on his earlobe. “Ahh no babe. This is a public place.” He rasped. “God it’s your boss’s garden!”
“So don’t make this any harder please honey.” Max pleaded, slipping his hand over hers to stop the sweet, torturous caresses. “Can’t help it.” Liz finally said, looking up into his eyes. “Want you too much.” That was it, he was a gonna! The moment the words tumbled past Liz’s lips Max knew he was in dire, deep trouble. Never yet had he been able to deny Liz when she ‘wanted’ him. He couldn’t, wouldn’t start now. Not when he wanted her just as badly. The slipping of his trousers over his hips coincided with a resounding murmur of defeat sneaking past Max’s lips. Pushing his black silk boxers down to the stone floor also, Liz knew she had won their silently wagered battle. Stand in front of her, trousers pooled at his feet, white silk shirt hanging loose and open, her heart flipped with anticipation. Admitting defeat, Max ran his hand up her bare leg, pulling her dress up with him to bunch it around her middle. Deftly he removed Liz’s black lace panties, before carefully guiding her to the bench in the darkest corner of the gazebo. Encouraging her to lay out on the wood, he lifted her legs to run his hands along the sculpted calf muscles, knees and thighs. Scooping up the dress further, Max cupped a bare breast before trailing his tongue from her navel downwards. For a moment he paid particular attention to the insides of Liz’s thighs, sweeping them with his fingers and covering them with tiny butterfly kisses. The restless wriggling and relentless thrusting of fingers through his hair gave Max clear indication what his sexy wife wanted. And so, with only a moment more teasing, he finally gave in to her silent pleas. Gently kissing her soft, dark curls, Max heard her gently moans before he continued to taste her. Instinctively her hips bucked underneath his touch, urging him on further, deeper. One hand moulding and kneading her breasts, the other with his mouth touching and caressing her in the most intimate way. The pleasure was unique and perfect; a desire to drive him on and at the same time to savour it drowned her body. In the end, her body’s reaction was largely out of Liz’s control. A flick of his well-practiced tongue, a sweep of his well crafted hands, and she was spiralling out of control. The climax was deep and hard, robbing her of her breath and drowning her in acute feelings and vibrant flashes of unimaginable colour. Finally, reluctantly returning to earth, Liz blindly reached for Max, pulling him so he laid out full length against her on the wooden bench. Moulding their lips together once more, she ignited the passion between them once more with a sweeping kiss. “Now Max.” She whispered. “I need you now.” “Yes babe.” He finally granted her. Rising up, Max paused to look deep into her desire filled eyes before finally driving in and joining them as one. Capturing her lips for another searing kiss, he set the face pace, driving into her silky depths before slowly pulling about and then slamming in once more. Her fingers clawed at his back, ragged breaths were pulled in as they continued on their quest for fulfilment. He felt her inner walls contract suddenly, moments before her body rose to meet him again and then hold stiff as she climaxed once more. Closing his mouth over hers to cover any cries of passion, Max drove into her deep warmth once more before finally contracting, pulsing and emptying his hot seed deep inside her body. And there they stayed for what seemed like eternity. Entwined together in the most intimate way, gentle, sweet kisses sweeping over hot skin as they tried to regulate speeding heartbeats and ragged breaths. “God what you do to me!” Max whispered hoarsely as he tried to normalize his breathing. “Oh yeah!” Liz sighed, her voice silky and warm with contentment. Finally realising they were prolonging the risk of discovery, Max reluctantly moved away from Liz. Reaching down he donned his trousers once more as Liz straightened her crumpled dress and smoothed down her hair tousled. “How do I look?” She queried seriously, adjusting the dress straps as she turned to Max. “Thoroughly ravished.” Max grinned before stealing another kiss. “Sorry!” Pushing something deep in his jacket pocket, Liz slipped her hand in Max’s. Slowly, reluctantly, they made their way back up the path towards the brightly lit house, before slipping back inside unnoticed. They had just enough time to claim another glass of champagne each from a waiter before they were discovered. “There you guys are! I’ve been looking all over for you.” Isabelle’s dulcet tones rang out behind them. “We just went for a walk in the garden, it’s a lovely evening.” Max informed simply, hoping Liz’s pink tinted cheeks wouldn’t give them away. He’d expected his sisters astute intuition to make her question his answer, but to Max’s surprise it didn’t come. Instead Isabelle seemed to accept the explanation and lead Liz away from Max slightly so the girls could talk separately, leaving he lads to chat on their own. After what they had shared, however, Max found it harder and harder to get enthusiastic about the latest Lakers game. The sly glances Liz was throwing his way were also doing a good job of heating his body once more. If he didn’t know better he could have sworn she was waiting for him to discover something. Shaking his head in an attempt to concentrate on the conversation once more, Max slipped his hands into his jacket pocket. Instead of finding it empty as he had expected, his fingers collided with something small, silky and lacy. He certainly didn’t need a million guesses to know what garment he held in his fingers. A cautious glance towards Liz and her expression confirmed his suspicions. Her black lace panties were now nestled in the confinements of his pocket. Wrapping his fingers around the material he committed the silky feel to memory. Whether it was his still hormone charged body, or something else clouding his normally sharp mind, Max wasn’t sure. But it took a long moment to realise the significance of the act. If Liz’s underwear was sitting in his pocket it meant ……………. The hardening of his body was instant, the desire for Liz strong and rampant once more, as if what they had shared in the garden only minutes before hadn’t happed or satisfied him. As her eyes surveyed Max once more, she knew he’d found her ‘gift’. When his eyes lifted to meet her gaze however, even Liz felt blown away by the strength of emotion held there. His eyes were practically jet-black, pupils dilated, the stormy need flashing through like a brilliant white-hot light. For a brief moment, as Max strode purposefully towards her, Liz thought he might just take her there and then, with no regard to anyone else in the room. The primeval flare in his eyes causing a low rumble of desire in her stomach. “Find
Cali, we’re leaving.” Max
stated quietly in a gruff voice as he wrapped a strong hand around her bare arm. “I think you know that answer.” His eyes smouldered back at her. “Either we leave, and now, or I won’t be held responsible for my actions.” Max added, slowly running his hand down her back to cup her bare bottom, silently confirming what he had thought …. no underwear. “You sure you don’t want to just go for another midnight stroll?” Liz asked innocently. “Not an option. I want you alone, in our bedroom with no possibility of being interrupted.” He responded, his eyes burning with a bright orange glow of desire. The smile dancing across her lips was unmistakeable; the thought of being alone with Max in their bedroom was definitely pleasing. To feel his large hands caress her cool skin, to feel his kisses rain over her and the exquisite touch of his fingers stoking the fire in her body. Oh yeah it was time to find Cali! Finding her sister, however, was a more arduous task than Liz had suspected. Calistia had slipped away a little after they had arrived at the party, nearly three and a half hours earlier, and now she seemed no where to be seen. Saying quick goodbyes to their friends, and promising Isabelle that they’d be round for lunch the next afternoon, Max and Liz started to comb the ballroom for Cali. Eventually, after nearly ten minutes of ambling through the rooms full of people, Max spotted his wife’s younger sister. Calistia was huddled in the corner of the large living room; only her head could be seen as she kissed a dark haired stranger. She was sitting on one knee of the stranger, her arms wrapped around his neck completely oblivious to anyone else in the room. The stranger’s hands were splayed across the vast expanse of Cali’s bare back, the cut of her dress very low at the back. The red in Liz’s eyes was obvious to Max as she took in the sight of her sister practically throwing herself at someone she could barely have known for a couple of hours. It was definitely not the actions Liz expected from her sister. Wrapping a firm hand around Liz’s upper arm, Max tried to stop Liz from storming over and dragging her sister away. Despite how bad it looked from their vantage point, he could still reason that Cali was a big girl and able to look after herself. It wasn’t as if she was being held against her will, she clearly wanted to kiss her dark haired stranger. “Liz.” Max cautioned softly. “What? She’s making a spectacle of herself with someone she hardly knows. What must people think, geez they’re practically undressing each other over there!” “Ok,
let’s just take a step back here. Cali
is entitled to kiss whomever she wants to.” “No it’s not. Let’s just go over to Cali and gently tell her it’s time to go. No fireworks, no raised voices. Just treat her like an adult, ok?” “Ok.” Liz finally responded reluctantly. Interrupting Cali was a task in itself, and then the identity of the mystery man nearly knocked both Max and Liz sideways. It was Jesse Ramirez, Max’s young new assistant. Heck neither of them had even realised he was at the party, let alone with Cali. “Jesse.” Max acknowledged, narrow eyes in the direction of the young man. “Cali, it’s time to go now.” Liz added, trying to remain calm. Watching her sister sprawled across the young lad’s lap did little for Liz’s control however. “I don’t want to go now.” Cali replied simply. “Not an option. We’re all going home together, and that’s now.” Max stated. “Say goodbye to Jesse, the taxi is waiting outside now. You have two minutes to be in the car or I’ll come back in and find you.” He added, giving her a little room, but also authority at the same time. The look on Cali’s face was evidence enough she didn’t approve of Max putting his foot down. But at the same time she was acutely aware that he meant business. She had no doubt that if she stayed he would come back in and probably drag her out the house by her hair if that’s what it would take. Definitely not a good impression to make towards Jesse whom she liked very much. Despite Liz’s reluctance they headed away from Cali, Max confident she would follow in due course. “I didn’t even know Jesse was here, let alone they were getting closer.” Liz said shocked. “Why didn’t you tell me?” “Me?
I didn’t know Liz, if I had I would have told you.” “Not that I saw, and if I had I would have told you sweetheart.” ”Yeah
I know. And I know I can’t keep
Cali single for the rest of her life, I just hope she’s sensible.” “Thanks.” But in her heart Liz wasn’t convinced. She cared about her sister, and the last thing she wanted was Cali to get in to any trouble. Heck the whole reason of bringing her to LA was to halt the wild streak, not strengthen it. But something told Liz as Cali finally joined them in the taxicab that it wasn’t going to be easy to calm Cali’s wanton need to throw herself at guys.
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