Chapter 2
The way Theresa was positioned she couldn't see who the person was laying behind her. What she did know at this point was that she was definitely naked underneath the sheets and that hangovers always seemed to mean bad news when she was having one.
There is only one way out of here and consequences be damned!
Slowly, she started to shift over to the edge of the bed but didn't get very far before a groan sounded in her ear and a very masculine arm pulled her back into a warm embrace. Now she was trapped- one arm was holding her captive across her abdomen while the other was resting quite comfortable on the curve of her hip; across her neck she could feel his warm puffs of breath and the scrape of morning stubble.
Think, Theresa, think! There has to be a way out of here without waking him up- before she could finish her thought a light shower of kisses made a path from the top of her shoulder down to the elegant curve of her neck.
"Morning princess," the deep, drowsy voice filled her ears, "it's quite a nice change to wake up next to you."
Rolling over she gazed into a pair of two sleepy eyes that seemed to shower her with adoration.
"Fox." once again she was stopped mid-thought, this time by his soft mouth thoroughly kissing her. I could get used to this. but no! This can't be right. but it's just so nice. Sighing, she melted into his embrace and surrendered.
* * * *
"I still can't believe that Theresa would do something so atrocious."
Gwen stopped applying her make-up and stared Ethan down through the mirror, "Of course Theresa would do that! All she has done is cause havoc since she moved into this house! What I can't believe is that your brother didn't stand up for Ivy before we got there."
Walking up behind her, Ethan wrapped his arms around his wife and kissed her cheek, "About that," resting his chin on her shoulder he caught her eyes in their reflections, "I think we should speak with Fox this morning about helping up find mother a new place to live. He is the new heir to the Crane Empire and can pull the strings I no longer can to facilitate."
"Of course, darling. After all, he is her son as well."
* * * *
Breaking the kiss, Fox rolled Theresa over until he loomed above her. Pausing just long enough to see the permission in her eyes, he lowered his head down to slide their lips together in a crushing kiss. Not wanting to be out of the action, she slithered her hands down his firm torso to trace the outlines of the muscles, drawing tiny little patterns seen only in her mind. Just as they both began to pass the point of no return, a sharp knock sounded on the door that pulled them both apart, gasping for air.
"Fox! Open up!"
The way Theresa was positioned she couldn't see who the person was laying behind her. What she did know at this point was that she was definitely naked underneath the sheets and that hangovers always seemed to mean bad news when she was having one.
There is only one way out of here and consequences be damned!
Slowly, she started to shift over to the edge of the bed but didn't get very far before a groan sounded in her ear and a very masculine arm pulled her back into a warm embrace. Now she was trapped- one arm was holding her captive across her abdomen while the other was resting quite comfortable on the curve of her hip; across her neck she could feel his warm puffs of breath and the scrape of morning stubble.
Think, Theresa, think! There has to be a way out of here without waking him up- before she could finish her thought a light shower of kisses made a path from the top of her shoulder down to the elegant curve of her neck.
"Morning princess," the deep, drowsy voice filled her ears, "it's quite a nice change to wake up next to you."
Rolling over she gazed into a pair of two sleepy eyes that seemed to shower her with adoration.
"Fox." once again she was stopped mid-thought, this time by his soft mouth thoroughly kissing her. I could get used to this. but no! This can't be right. but it's just so nice. Sighing, she melted into his embrace and surrendered.
* * * *
"I still can't believe that Theresa would do something so atrocious."
Gwen stopped applying her make-up and stared Ethan down through the mirror, "Of course Theresa would do that! All she has done is cause havoc since she moved into this house! What I can't believe is that your brother didn't stand up for Ivy before we got there."
Walking up behind her, Ethan wrapped his arms around his wife and kissed her cheek, "About that," resting his chin on her shoulder he caught her eyes in their reflections, "I think we should speak with Fox this morning about helping up find mother a new place to live. He is the new heir to the Crane Empire and can pull the strings I no longer can to facilitate."
"Of course, darling. After all, he is her son as well."
* * * *
Breaking the kiss, Fox rolled Theresa over until he loomed above her. Pausing just long enough to see the permission in her eyes, he lowered his head down to slide their lips together in a crushing kiss. Not wanting to be out of the action, she slithered her hands down his firm torso to trace the outlines of the muscles, drawing tiny little patterns seen only in her mind. Just as they both began to pass the point of no return, a sharp knock sounded on the door that pulled them both apart, gasping for air.
"Fox! Open up!"