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Fran marched up the stairs, determined to find Mr. Sheffield and speak to him about his double standard: It was okay for Brighton to kiss girls, even with as young as he was, but it wasn’t okay for Maggie to go to a kissing party at fifteen. “Mr. Sheffield?” She called as she walked the second floor of the townhome, “Mr. Sheffield!”
Interrupted by a noise in the bathroom, she turned on her heel and marched straight inside. “I told you kids!” She marched straight over to the shower and yanked open the curtain, expecting to find Brighton and her cousin Tiffany wrapped in another embrace. Instead, she found her very startled, and very naked boss staring back at her. “Oh, Mr. Sheffield!” She exclaimed, unable to take her eyes away from him, “Oh look, you’re wearing that new soap on a rope I got you for Christmas!” She turned quickly on her heel and rushed out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. Frazzled, she leaned back against the door, bracing herself against the frame.
Niles rounded the corner, “What is it?” He frowned at her, having never seen her look so startled before.
Fran scrambled, waving her hands as she tried to explain, “I just… and he was…” She gestured down towards her pelvis, “And I saw!”
Niles grabbed hold of her arms, attempting to help ground her, “Miss Fine, you’re hysterical! Now don’t make me slap you!”
She pointed over her shoulder with one hand as she gripped onto his arms, “I just saw Mr. Sheffield naked. It was horrible!”
“I keep telling him to get to the gym,” he replied sarcastically.
She shook her head, “I’m serious!” She stepped around him, “It’s like seeing your father naked!” She added, muttering under her breath, “My mother should be so lucky.”
After speaking with Niles a little longer and calming down, and promising to let Niles tell C.C. himself, she made her way downstairs to have a snack. She found Maxwell a little while later in his office. She sat down and spoke with him about the double standard, convincing him to let Maggie go to the party.
Satisfied, she stood in the doorway of the office. She frowned slightly as he shooed her away without so much as looking at her. “Mr. Sheffield,” she said softly, “are you ever going to look me in the eye again?”
“I am looking you in the eye,” Maxwell stated without looking up from his paperwork. He felt thoroughly humiliated. He’d never been walked in on before, especially not by someone so attractive as his nanny.
“Mmhmm,” she replied simply, crossing her arms across her chest.
“Look, Miss Fine.” He lifted his head and looked around, just not at her, “Surely you can understand this whole episode has been a little embarrassing for me.”
“Oh don’t be silly,” she said as she waved him off, “it all happened so fast. I didn’t see anything.” She started to slowly back out of his office, a coy smirk on her face.
He sighed, a little relieved, “Good.” He dropped his attention back to the stack of papers before him.
Fran was nearly out of the room now, just her head poking in, “You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Believe me! ” She giggled as she quickly ran from the room.
Something snapped deep inside of Maxwell. The embarrassment he felt washed away in an instant. Without thinking, he leapt from the chair and chased after her. “Miss Fine!” He yelled as he raced through the hallway.
“Oh!” Fran squeaked as she heard the sound of his loafers clicking in the hallway behind her. She ran faster, despite the heels she wore, and booked it for the stairwell. He couldn’t catch her if she locked herself in her room, right? Right.
He trailed her all the way up the stairs, nearly catching her before she slammed her bedroom door in his face. “Miss Fine!” He shouted as he banged his fist against the wood, “Open the door!”
She squealed, pressing her entire body weight against the door. She prayed silently that he wouldn’t find the strength to push it open. “Oh Mr. Sheffield, I’m so sorry!” She pleaded, “I was just teasing you. I really didn’t mean anything by it!”
He let out an animalistic growl as he pounded on the door again, “Open up this bloody instant or I’m going to rip this thing off the hinges!”
Fran took a step back, drew in a deep breath to prepare herself for the worst, and pulled the door open, “Come on in.”
Maxwell barged into the room and quickly slammed the door shut behind him, “Did you think your little comment was funny? Walking in on me in the shower and then making jokes about it?”
She shook her head meekly, “No, sir.” He looked like a feral animal in her room. His hair was disheveled, shirt slightly untucked from chasing her, his tie all twisted. His chest heaved with every breath he took, his face flushed red. Honestly, it was sort of a turn on.
Something gleamed in his eyes as he stepped closer to her, “Because I don’t find it bloody funny at all.” Instinctively she stepped backwards away from him, inching closer and closer to her bed. He smirked as he started to loosen his tie, “In fact, I think it’s only fair that we even the score.”
Her mouth opened as she stared at him, “Even the score? Mr. Sheffield… Are you saying you want to see me naked?”
He shrugged, like this was the most casual thing he’d ever asked her, “W-well… Yeah!” His eyes roved over her body, mentally picturing what she might look like. He wanted nothing more than to put his hands all over her and strip her bare. To touch and kiss every inch of her delicious skin. He knew that he should put a stop to this whole thing, leave right now and just leave it that she saw him naked. “It seems like the only fair way to settle this,” he added with a nod.
Fran’s brows shot up as she looked at him, a surge of nerves coursed through her. She stared at him for a long moment, searching his face to see if he was joking. When it was clear that he wasn’t, she licked her lips, “Alright, Mr. Sheffield. If you think that sounds fair to you, we’ll make it happen.”
She stepped away from him and motioned to the other side of her bed, “Have a seat. I’ll get changed in the closet.” Without waiting for his response, she stepped into the closet and set out one of her bathrobes, then started to undress.
Maxwell sat down on the side of the bed that faced her closet. He swiped his hands on his suit pants, suddenly feeling very nervous. He cleared his throat and looked around him, “M-maybe we shouldn’t do this.” He set his hands down on the bed, ready to stand up.
Just as he was about to stand up, Fran stepped around the doorframe and into his full view. His jaw went slack as he slowly dragged his eyes from her ankles, up her very long legs, her hips, stomach, chest, and finally her face. “Oh Miss very Fine, ” was all he could manage between a low groan.
Instead of going back into the closet and changing as he’d expected, she leaned against the doorframe. She smirked at him, “Do you like what you see?”
He swallowed hard, his hands flexed at his sides as he resisted the urge to get up and touch her. He opened his mouth to say something, but couldn’t find the words. His eyes made a second pass of her body, much slower this time. Still unable to find the words, he licked his lips and simply nodded.
His reaction was enough to make her bolder. Slack jawed, hands curled into the bedding to restrain himself, an aroused flush coloring his cheeks, and a very obvious tent at the front of his slacks. She smirked as she stalked closer to him, “I can tell by the way you look that you want to touch me.” She lifted one of his hands from the bed, “Go on, you have my permission.”
Maxwell’s hand shook the instant she released it. He kept it suspended in space, unsure of what to do. “Miss Fine, we really shouldn’t,” he murmured, though that didn’t stop him from ogling her chest.
Fran let out a breathy laugh, “Why not? I’ve seen all that you have, you’ve seen all that I have…” She settled her hand on his chest and straddled his waist, “Why don’t we put everything together and see how it fits?”
Her straddling his lap was almost too much to bear. His already thin resolve was at risk of snapping. He could feel the heat of her core pressing through his slacks; the sensation made his dick twitch painfully between them, begging for some friction. He held his arms awkwardly to the side–refusing to touch her bare skin–and squeezed his eyes shut. He’d simply pretend she wasn’t there until she gave up and got dressed. “Miss Fine, we can’t do this. That’s breaching all kinds of professional and personal boundaries all at once.”
Her breath ghosted across his ear as she whispered, “Don’t you think ‘Miss Fine’ is a little too formal for what’s going on right now? I’m naked and purring in your lap, don’t you think that deserves my first name?” She turned his head to the side and planted kiss after kiss against his neck.
Maxwell grunted, tilting his head slightly to the side to give her more access. Slowly, his hands raised from his sides and wrapped around her. He smoothed his hands over the soft skin of her back, cautious not to dip too low. “Mis-.. Fran,” he breathed slowly, “won’t it make things awkward between us if we do this?”
Fran lifted her head from his neck and smiled down at him, her lips swollen from kissing his neck, “I think things will be weirder if we don’t do this.” She settled down against his lap, sinking her ass fully against his erection, “Just think about it, Max. Do you think you’ll be able to pretend that you didn’t have me naked and wanting in your lap? That you’ll be able to look at me and not think about how I looked right now? About how badly you want to put your hands and mouth on me?” She hummed, adding, “It doesn’t have to mean anything beyond just this. One time and we can try to pretend it never happened if you want.’
He panted heavily as he looked at her, “You’re right. I don’t think I could walk away from this and pretend I didn’t want more.” He reached up and cupped the side of her face, tangling his fingers in her hair, “You’re so beautiful and incredibly sexy. I’m struggling not to ravish you right now. I can’t imagine how bloody hard it would be if we didn’t do this.”
She smirked at him, “Well, it’s already hard.” She squirmed a little, grinding her hips against him. She let out a soft moan, “Oh Max,” the friction sending a delicious surge of pleasure through her.
That cracked the last of Maxwell’s resolve. He flipped them, quickly pinning her body beneath him on the bed. He pressed his lips to hers, kissing her hungrily. He finally felt comfortable enough to let his hands rove over her body. His palms dragged up her stomach until his fingertips lightly grazed her breasts. He groaned against her mouth as his fingers dragged over already pebbled nipples. His knee came up between her legs, pressing directly against her wanting cunt.
Fran moaned louder, canting her hips to grind against his thigh. Her hands slipped into his suit jacket and pushed it down his shoulders. Her hands clawed at his chest until she found the buttons on his shirt. She undid each one until she could pull it off his body. Once it was gone, her fingers dragged across his muscles and the light dusting of chest hair.
He groaned as her fingers dragged back down his stomach and grabbed at his belt. “Fran,” he broke the kiss and trailed his lips down her jaw to the side of her neck. He nipped lightly at her sensitive flesh until she started to whimper softly under him. He closed his eyes as her fingers dragged over the outline of his cock. He rutted forward into her palm, “I need more.”
Happy to oblige, she opened his slacks and slipped her hand inside. She gasped as her fingers wrapped around the girth of him, “Oh you’re so thick.“ She opened his pants further and eased him out of his boxers. She looked down to watch as she wrapped her hand around his cock and started to stroke him.
He trailed his kisses down from her neck to her chest until he reached her breasts. He kissed and licked at each one, lavishing each with the same amount of attention until she was arching up into his touch. He backed his knee away and dipped his hand down between them, his fingers dragging lazily through her folds. He groaned against her chest, “Mm, you’re so wet for me already.”
Maxwell knew deep down that they shouldn’t be doing this. That they should stop. This was a line they wouldn’t be able to come back from once they crossed it. Hell, even talking her into letting him see her naked. He should have let her comment about seeing him naked go. But something about her got under his skin, just like always, and he’d had to chase after her.
Now here he was, with one of her nipples in his mouth, swirling it around and giving her that electrifying sensation. He notched his middle finger at her entrance before slipping it into her. He groaned at the way she instantly clenched around him, drawing him in already. He wet one finger, then another, then sheathed both inside of her. He curled and thrust them into her until he found her sweet spot.
Fran’s head fell back and she let go of his erection the instant Maxwell’s fingers pressed into her. “Oh Max,” she whined as she rocked her hips against his hand. She moaned louder as he pressed the butt of his palm against her clit, “You feel so good, please don’t stop.”
His own hips rocked forward, seeking the loss of her touch, but all he got in return was slight friction from the way his slacks rubbed either side of his dick. He kissed and licked at the smooth valley between her breasts. “Don’t worry, darling,” he murmured against her skin, “I’m not stopping anytime soon.”
She could feel tension starting to build in her lower abdomen. Between his tongue, lips, and teeth lavishing every inch of her chest and stomach, and the way he drove his fingers directly into her sweet spot, it was almost too much for her to bear. Her legs fell to the side, spreading herself wider for him. One of her hands grabbed hold of his forearm and gripped tightly. Her moans grew higher and tighter with every rub of his palm across her clit, “Max! I’m so close!”
He hadn’t needed any verbal confirmation from her. He could read her body so clearly. The way her walls clamped and fluttered around his fingers. Her hips stuttered off rhythm. The way her breathing came out ragged. And those moans? They were enough to drive a man wild. He trailed his lips back up the side of her neck to her earlobe. His breath fanned hot and warm across her ear, “Then why don’t you let go for me, Fran? Show me just how good I make you feel.” He nipped at her ear, “Let go for me and I’ll give you something even better.”
Fran came apart with a loud cry of his name. Her body arched up off the bed, her walls pulsed and clamped down around his fingers with each wave that wracked her. Her head tipped back, eyes closed tightly as she experienced ecstasy she hadn’t in many years. Even her ex, Danny, couldn’t come close to making her feel this good.
Maxwell kept up his rhythm as she came apart. He lifted his head to watch her body writhe beneath him. He let out a low groan as he watched her. It had been such a long time since he’d been able to make a woman feel this good, have one respond to his touch in this way. His dick twitched, begging for the same release she was currently experiencing. Once her body started to relax back against her bedding, he slowed his movements.
As her breathing stabilized, he straightened up and slowly withdrew his hand from between her legs. Without breaking eye contact, he lifted his hand to his mouth and sucked both fingers into his mouth. He groaned as he licked the taste of her off his hand. He pulled his fingers from his mouth slowly, his tongue dragging through the space between them.
She gasped as she watched him. There was something so erotic about watching the man, who normally sucked the fun out of things, suck her fun right off his knuckles. She sat up onto her knees and grabbed hold of his wrist. She brought his hand up to her mouth, stuck her tongue out, licked from the base of his fingers all the way to the tips, then shoved them deep into her mouth.
“Oh, Miss Fine,” he groaned. He watched with sick fascination as she sucked his fingers into her mouth. Her tongue worked skillfully over each digit, making his cock twitch with anticipation. He let her suck on his fingers for a long moment, reveling in the way her lips felt wrapped around him, then slowly withdrew them. He licked his lips, “Are you ready for more of me?”
She smoothed her hands over his chest as she nodded, “More than ready, Max.” She slipped a hand up around the back of his head, her fingers tangling through his hair as she pulled him closer. She pressed her mouth to his, her tongue instantly working its way into his mouth.
Maxwell reached between them and finally pushed down the rest of his clothing. He kicked his Italian loafers to the side and stepped out of his clothes. He slid his hands around her waist, pulling her hips tight against his, pinning his erection to both of their stomachs. He grunted as he pulled back from the kiss, “Then lie down for me and I’ll give you more, again and again until you can’t take anything more.”
He kissed her again, guiding her body down to the mattress until she was laying flat. His body hovered over hers, the muscles in his arms and chest flexing as he held himself up. He dragged one of his hands down the middle of her chest, her stomach, straight to her waiting cunt. He circled his fingers on her clit once, twice, three times until she was spreading her legs for him again.
Fran whined as she spread her legs for him, “Please Max. No more teasing, I need all of you.” She raked her fingers through his hair as she pulled herself closer, squirming to give him easier access.
He pushed her legs up until they bent at the knees, then shifted to position himself between them. He pressed a rough kiss to the inside of her thigh. He desperately wanted to bury his face between her legs and lick her until she was babbling nonsense, but he knew if he made her wait any longer, her begging would just get louder and louder. The last thing he wanted was for Niles to hear them and come to listen in.
He slotted himself between her legs, notching his cockhead at her entrance. He kissed her hungrily as he started to press into her, his thick head pushing past the initial ring of muscle. A long, low groan escaped his lips as he pressed into her silken heat.
She moaned loudly as he rocked inch after inch into her, spreading her legs more to accommodate the size of him. Her nails raked over his back, determined to claim him as hers. Though she was sure he wouldn’t be able to get enough of her after all of this. “Max,” she said breathlessly, “you feel so good.”
He trailed his lips down her jaw to her neck. He planted kiss after kiss, licking and sucking desperately as he fucked into her. “Oh Fran,” he whimpered against her skin, “you feel absolutely divine.” He nipped at her collarbone as he bottomed out inside of her. He lifted his head to look down at her, “You take me so well.”
She smirked up at him, “I take it you’re not regretting this now?” She rolled her hips against his, enjoying the way he felt stretching her out.
He shook his head with a groan, “Absolutely not.” He leaned in and nipped at her lower lip, “We should have done this sooner.” He started to thrust into her a little faster, “I should have grabbed you and claimed you the moment I laid eyes on you in that red dress.”
“Right there in front of all those backers?” She tipped her head back as he continued nipping at her jaw and neck, “I don’t think you would have gotten nearly as much money for that.” Her train of thought was derailed as he tilted the angle of his hips, the head of his cock dragging over the spot she needed it most. “Max… Just like that.” She tugged at his hair.
“That’s it Fran,” he murmured as he continued to nip at a particular spot on the front of her throat, completely ignoring that he was leaving a mark, “take it just like that. So good for me.” He continued to increase the speed of his hips until he was at a speed and roughness that he liked. He slipped his hand down between their bodies, adding to her pleasure by circling her clit.
The sounds of shared ecstasy and skin on skin filled her small bedroom as they drove one another closer and closer to orgasm. Sensing that Fran was close again, Maxwell covered her mouth with his. He kissed her fiercely, stifling her cries as she came for him once more. She’d tried to pull back from the kiss to cry out, but he’d held her head securely in place with his free hand.
He thrust harder into her as he sought his own release, prolonging her orgasm with each roll of his hips. He growled against her lips as fucked into her. As tension built in his body, he grew more desperate, whimpering and whining against her face and neck. He suddenly realized the reality of their situation as he felt his balls tightening.
He lifted his head to look around, trying to rapidly figure out the best result for this particular situation. He’d been so blinded by his lust for her that he hadn’t even stopped to think about getting a condom; not that he had any in his possession.
Fran giggled as she took in his slightly panicked expression. She ran her fingers through the sides of his hair, “Max, look at me.” She gave him a soft kiss once he turned towards her. She kissed across his cheek to his ear, nipping at the soft skin of his earlobe. That earned her a groan of approval. She nipped once more, “You don’t need to worry about anything other than enjoying yourself just as much as I am. I’ve got it covered.”
He let out a sigh of relief, “Thank God.” He kissed her passionately as he chased his release once more. He dug his fingers into her hip as he fucked her. His rhythm became erratic, more desperate with each thrust.
When he finally came, his hips stalled inside of her and he groaned loudly against her lips. He rutted into her as his dick twitched, an intense wave of pleasure washing over him as he filled her. His hips slowed as he started to come down. He pressed kiss after kiss to her face before slowly withdrawing himself from between her legs.
In the aftermath, Maxwell laid beside Fran, holding her in his arms. He smoothed his hand through her hair, occasionally pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. He stared up at the ceiling, silently contemplating how they were supposed to navigate things moving forward. There was no way he could go back to treating her as just his employee. Not after knowing the heights of ecstasy he could drive her to.
Fran spoke first. She turned on her side and nestled her face against his chest, “Well, Mr. Sheffield… I never expected that to happen anytime soon. I figured it would take you at least another four years to make that kind of move.”
He laughed, his voice coming out slightly strangled as he looked down at her, “Keep making those kinds of jokes and it will.” He kissed the top of her head, “We should discuss what exactly this means when we both have clearer heads.” He sat up slowly, “For now, we should get some sleep.”
She reached for him as he started to get out of bed, “You can’t stay in here tonight?” She ran her hand over his back, soothing some of the welts she’d left earlier, “I wouldn’t mind being wrapped in your arms just a little longer.”
He turned back to her and cupped her chin, “I’d love to, but Niles will come looking for me in the morning. I want to give you and I time to talk about this before anyone finds out.” He grabbed his crumpled clothing from the floor and got dressed.
Fran got up quickly and pulled on a bathrobe, “I’m not sure we have to worry about that.” She marched over to the door and pulled it open, “He already knows.”
There in front of the both of them, on his knees, was Niles. He had one hand cupped around his ear, like he had been pressing it to the wood. He looked up at them, a bit startled, “Oh, sir! There you are!” He stood up quickly and brushed the dirt from his pants, “I was just coming to see how Miss Fine took her eggs. But it appears you’ve already taken care of that.”