III



Fox opened his eyes and allowed his vision to adjust the light in the room. He blinked a couple of times and looked down to find Theresa nestled against his body. Fox looked over and saw that the television was still on. He reached over to grab the remote that lay on the table next to the couch. Theresa stirred and yawned. "Morning, beautiful," Fox said quietly as he gave his wife a kiss on the lips.

"Mm, morning, handsome." Theresa stretched. "What time is it?"

"Let's see." Fox said as he craned his neck to look at the clock on the wall. "It's nine."

Theresa sighed. "Time to get up."

"Yes, it is." Fox said. "You know, I think it's about time I get back to working."

"At Crane Industries?" Theresa asked.

Fox nodded. "What do you think?"

"If it's what you want, then go for it." Theresa said. "But will Alistair and Julian give you a hard time?"

"They always do." Fox replied. "But I don't care."

Theresa said nothing. Instead she stared at her husband.

"What?" Fox asked.

"I was just thinking," Theresa said smiling.

"About what?" Fox asked curiously.

"Well, I was just imaging how cute you would look in a suit." Theresa smiled.

"Hm, cute? I think you mean sexy." Fox said wrapping his arms around Theresa.

Theresa laughed. "No, I just meant cute."

"Hey," Fox said pretending to be offended. "Watch it," He warned as he began to tickle Theresa.

"Fox!" Theresa squealed with laughter. "Stop!" She gasped between laughs.

"Nope," Fox said as he continued to tickle Theresa.

"Okay, okay!" Theresa giggled. "I meant sexy!"

"That's what I thought." Fox said as he sat back placing his hands behind his head in mock triumph.

"That wasn't fair." Theresa complained with a frown upon her face. "You coerced me to say it with your relentless tickling."

Fox stuck his tongue out at Theresa. "Ugh," Theresa said as she took a pillow and hit Fox in the face.

"Umph." Fox said as he removed the pillow and sat up. "So it's like that huh?"

"Yeah," Theresa said. "What are you going to do about it?" She asked as she raised an eyebrow.

"Hm," Fox said as he sat back and stroked his chin. His brown eyes danced with amusement. "How about," He said as he moved closer to Theresa. "This?" He asked as he leaned in to kiss Theresa on the lips. Theresa instantly felt as if she was melting from delight. After pulling back from the kiss Fox looked at Theresa with a gaze that said, "Well?"

"It's amazing how you have this effect on me Fox Crane." Theresa answered.

"You have an effect on me too, you know." Fox replied.

"I do?" Theresa said appearing pleased.

"Yes. But, we should get out of bed and get a move on before I give into temptation." Fox smiled.

"But isn't it nice to indulge yourself once in awhile?" Theresa whispered in Fox's ear before nibbling at his neck.

Fox groaned. "Don't get me started, Theresa,"

"Why?" Theresa said as she moved to the other side of his neck.

"Because I won't be able to stop." Fox answered as he caressed Theresa's back.

Theresa laughed softly. "I'm not protesting~" She said as she began to remove his shirt.

"But your class~" Fox began before Theresa stopped him with a kiss.

Fox finally gave in and allowed his tongue to explore the recesses of Theresa's mouth. Fox cradled Theresa's head as he deepened the kiss. Theresa clutched at Fox, her body coiling with desire.

The phone began ringing. "Should we answer that?" Theresa asked between kisses.

"It's too late now," Fox replied. "We've already started."

Theresa and Fox ignored the persistent ringing of the phone and continued to lovingly kiss one another. Fox began to slip off Theresa's shirt. As it slid down her arms, Theresa felt a shiver traveling up her spine. Fox kissed her shoulders, her neck, and traveled down to her breasts. They went taut in response as Fox's nose gently brushed against them. Theresa ran her fingers through Fox's blond hair and leaned her head back as Fox traveled down to her stomach. His strong hands stroked her skin before he kissed the places his hands touched.

The phone began to ring again. Theresa groaned. "Ignore it," Fox said as he proceeded to slip off her pants. Theresa became dizzy with expectation. She easily became unaware of the ringing phone. Fox ran his hand up the inside of Theresa's thigh. He slipped his fingers under the elastic of her panties and progressed to take them off. Theresa tugged at Fox's pants. He complied with her silent request and quickly took off his pants. Theresa pulled Fox on top of her and found his lips.

The heat radiating between them contrasted with the coolness of the room. Theresa pressed herself against Fox feeling his manhood pulsate with desire. Fox glanced at Theresa with yearning. After a slight nod of her head, Fox nudged her legs apart. Theresa gasped when he entered her. As he filled her, Theresa held on tightly to Fox as he began to rock to and fro. Theresa moved with him meeting his every thrust and finding herself becoming disoriented from pleasure. "Theresa," Fox cried out. Theresa feverishly sought Fox's lips. Theresa pressed against Fox and held him as she felt him stiffen. With one final thrust, Theresa and Fox rode waves of pleasures feeling as though they were soaring in the air.

Theresa snuggled against Fox, his body still slick with sweat. The phone began ringing again. "Who keeps calling?" Theresa thought aloud.

"I don't know." Fox replied. "Shall I get it?"

"I'll get it." Theresa said as she wrapped the blanket around herself and walked over to the telephone. "Hello?" She answered.

"It's about time!" Whitney said exasperatingly. "I've been trying to reach you for the longest! Where have you been? I thought you would've been up by now."

"Oh Whit," Theresa said. "I was just-uh- preoccupied." She said as she glanced at Fox. "So why exactly are you calling?"

"Well, I need you to come with me when I go to my fitting this afternoon. You need to be measured again for your bridesmaid dress."

"Okay," Theresa said. "What time?"

"I'll come by your house around three." Whitney said.

"All right," Theresa answered. "Is that all?"

"Not exactly." Whitney said slowly but excitedly.

"What is it?" Theresa asked, her curiosity fueled by the tone of her best friend's voice.

"I'm pregnant!" Whitney cried happily.

"Are you serious? Oh my God! Congratulations!" Theresa said smiling.

"Thank you." Whitney said. "But we'll talk more about this later. See you at three."

"Bye." Theresa said as she hung up the phone.

"Why did you congratulate Whitney?" Fox asked.

"She's pregnant!" Theresa said excitedly.

"That's great!" Fox replied smiling.

"Yeah," Theresa said with a faraway look in her eyes.

"What are you thinking about?" Fox said as he focused his brown eyes on his wife. He looked at her with an intense gaze as he tried to decipher her expression.

"I wonder when Fox and I will have children together," Theresa thought to herself as she sighed happily. "Oh nothing," Theresa said with a smile on her face. She dared not reveal her thoughts to Fox. She decided to bring up that conversation at a later time.

"Okay," Fox said. "But you better get on the ball because you're going to be late."

"Oh no!" Theresa cried as she glanced at the clock.

"That's what happens when you indulge yourself." Fox said.

Theresa tossed a pillow at Fox. "I'll have to deal with you later."

"You can deal with me anytime you want." Fox said winking at Theresa.

"Okay Romeo, do me a favor and check on little Ethan for me."

"Yes ma'm." Fox saluted as he left the room.

Theresa shook her head. She hurriedly went to her and Fox's bedroom and sorted quickly through the closet. She pulled out a pink halter dress, grabbed some heels, and quickly put them on. She ran over to her vanity, ran a brush through her hair, and expertly put on her makeup in record time. Fox entered the room with Little Ethan in his arms. Little Ethan babbled happily as he swatted Fox on the nose.

"Ouch," Fox said. "Hey mommy, this little guy is being mean."

"He probably deserved it, right little Ethan?" Theresa asked her son as she kissed him on the forehead. Little Ethan grinned at his mother and swatted Fox on the head.

Fox frowned. "Not fair, I'm being double teamed."

Theresa laughed. "Okay, I gotta run, you two be good!" She said as she kissed them both.

Theresa ran to her car and sped towards school. She felt lucky since every light she had approached was green. "This is going to be a good day," Theresa said smiling as she rolled down the windows and let the wind play with her hair. Theresa reached the school, parked, and walked quickly to her class. She glanced at her watch. "And I have five minutes to spare." She said triumphantly.

Theresa walked into the classroom that was almost filled to capacity. She took her seat in the second row and pulled out her folder and book. When she glanced up, she saw Professor Hammond looking at her. She frowned and pretended to be more interested in the book on her desk. Once the bell rang, Professor Hammond stood up and greeted everyone. "Good morning, I hope you all had fun with your papers. If you would, pass them to the end of the row and turn them in."

Theresa's face blanched. "I forgot my paper." She thought to herself.

~*~