As they quietly opened the closet door, Maxwell guided Fran into the darkened foyer.

"Where are we going?", she asked.

He quickly pulled her into his arms. "Anywhere you want. As long as it's with you, I don't care.", he whispered into the nape of her neck.

"Well . . . then how 'bout we try that green love seat in your office. I hear that Niles has polished it, and you know green is my favorite color."

"Alright Miss Fine I'm game if you are."

"You better believe it Mr. Sheffield."

With one quick scoop she was in his arms and they were heading thru the dark living room straight to that green love seat in his office. What a love seat it was . Max now knew without a doubt that he was very much in love with Fran. He just wanted to make her happy for the rest of her life.

Maxwell maneuvered thru the living room. They were both nervous as he was fumbling with the door knob.

"Gosh, I love you.", he whispered.

"And I you."

He finally open the door and placed Fran on her feet. Closing the door behind them he pinned Fran against it.

"Mr. Sheffield !"

"Yes, Miss Fine?"

"I didn't know you were so strong. . . I like it." and through the dim light of the office he saw just how much she did like it. There was that glimmer in her eye the one that he had seen many times.

"Well . . . I always wanted you with your back against the wall." , he whispered in her ear as he left soft kisses down her neck line. His hands began to roam as did hers and things got hot and steamy very quickly.

"But this is your office door."

"Door . . . wall . . . same difference. I want you." His body was now pressed very firmly to hers and she knew just how much he did want her.

Fran was having a hard time thinking straight. She loved this man and he had made her 'very' happy in that cramped closet and she intended do the same for him on that green love seat. She wanted him so badly, she wanted to please him as much as she had been pleased.

By now Max had lost his robe and his pajama top was completely unbuttoned and opened. Fran enjoyed the warm soft skin she found there. She wanted flesh on flesh, so she began to unbutton her top. She lifted hands to the top button only to be stopped by Max.

"Let me sweetheart . . .", as he began to loosen her top button. She marveled at his nibble fingers as one by one her top opened for him.

Then wondered, "Chest hair? Has he always had chest hair?" She gently ran her fingers through the light patch of hair on his chest and slowly followed it lower. Max took a sharp intake of air as she played with the hairs just above his waistband.

Now that her top was opened Max let it fall to the floor and pulled close for a powerful kiss. Then Max reached behind her to unhook her bra and the straps slid down her arms. Then there was flesh on flesh contact. They both needed it, wanted it, delight in it and desired it.

Max loved this women so much and having her in this position pressed against the door and against himself, made him want her even more. "Take it slow old man. Don't scare her off.", he thought.

He loved the feel of her hands on his chest and all over his body. It was driving him crazy. He took her mouth again with his and let his hands roam her body. They drifted down to her hips and pulled her into his body. She moaned, but never broke that kiss.

He released his hands from her hips and caressed her cheek. "I love you Fran. Do you know that?".

"Yes, Max I do. Can I show you how much I love you?" she asked with a grin.

Raising one eyebrow, "Well . . . what did you have in mind?".

Fran said nothing and pushed Max away from her. At first he thought she was changing her mind but when she started removing his pajama top and stroking his tone body he knew he was in big trouble. She directed him over to that green love seat where she asked him to sit, he did so no questions asked.

She removed her short skirt, and since the top and bra had already been removed she stood in front of him in her very sexy, barely there thong panties, and garter belt. He knew she was sexy, but standing there just for him almost made him lose it. Fran decided to leave to heels on. She knew that Max liked the way they made her legs look. She wanted every advantage she could get.

Maxwell wanted to touch her so badly, but when he tried to reach her, she took a step a back. "Wait Max let me do for you this time." With that she took a step forward and rubbed his knee with hers as she kneeled on the floor in front of him. She then reached for the draw string of his pants and gently untied them. Tracing small circles in the soft hair below his belly button she dipped a finger under his waist band. Max took a sharp in take of air and stroked the side of her arm with the back side of his hand.

Fran then came up on her knees and began to kiss the lower part of his abdomen just below his belly button. She loved the way the soft hairs tickled as she teased him. She wanted to kiss more of him, so she began by placing her thumb under the waist band of his pants at his hips. She pulled the silky material from his hips following it with her moist kisses.

Max gripped her shoulders as she made her decent. "Wait Fran. Not yet." he protested. Did Fran listen? Did she ever? She ignored his plead and continued to kiss him, avoiding to quite obvious erection. She wanted to save the best for last and she knew he would not let her continue if she didn't. She love this man and wanted him to enjoy every minute of this slow torture.

As she continued to remove the silky pajamas, she continued to kiss every inch of his body. Well, almost every inch, she did leave out that part for now. She traced the inside of his thighs with feathery kisses, adding just the right about of pressure when needed. Soon the pants were history and Fran had made her way down his legs and was on her way back up when she heard her name.

"Fran . . . Fran . . . ooh", he called to her. He wanted her here and now. What she was doing was great but he knew that she needed something too. "Oh . . . please Fran let me touch you."

"Be patient . . . Max. I want to just as badly as you want me. We have time." She slowly made her way back up his body and gave him a quick kiss before making her way back down again.

She ignored his plead again and began to kiss his inner thigh. She traced circles with her tongue and used her delicate fingers to caress the smooth skin there. She loved the textures and smells that were her Max. He was everything that she knew he would be. She wanted to kiss him in the final spot.

Max played with her hair with one hand and Fran laced the fingers of her hand other his other.Then the fingers of one hand, Fran gently stroked the length of his manhood. She looked up at Max, as if asking permission, and continued. She held him with her hand and lightly touched his tip with her tongue. Max took a few sharp breaths and grabbed her shoulders as if to stop her. She looked at him again. He shifted on that green love seat and whispered, "Don't stop."

Fran touched it again, this time tasting the sweet and saltiness that was all Maxwell. She then closed her mouth around just the tip of his manhood and applied a small amount of suction. She enclosed her hand all the way around him and began to stroke him, driving Max crazy and he again grabs her shoulders. Fran knows he likes this, so she continues to alternate between licking, stroking and sucking. Soon Max is very close to the point of no return, and he wants to share this with Fran.

He tries to stop her, but Fran wants him to be very happy. " Fran . . . Fran . . . I'm so close sweetheart. This will be a one man show if you keep doing that."

"Its ok Max. I want you to."

"Its not fair to you."

Fran never stops what she is doing to Max and she can tell he's about to come. He grips her shoulders and takes a few quick breaths.

"Oh God . . . . Frrraaannnnn . . . .PLEASE . . . . . .together . . . I want us together."

In one quick move he shifts his weight and lifts her up to him. "Fran, I want us to do this together. I love you."

"I love you too, Max. I just want you to feel the same way I did in that cramped closet." she whispered to him caressing his cheek with back of her hand.

"I promise Fran it will be well worth it. ", he gave her a naughty grin and let his hand trace her body down to those barely there thongs.