Secret lovers!
Fran crosses the entrance hall of the large hotel. She searchs around to find her date. That's when she recognizes the man of her dreams.
Maxwell and she steps towards each other and embrace each other in a big hug. Arm in arm, they walk to the elevators. The elevator is quite crowded. Nestled close together, Fran and Maxwell stand side by side. Maxwell notices a gentleman, who keeps staring at Fran and he pulls her even closer. Finally, they arrive at the right floor and Maxwell escortes her to their suite. After the door slams shut behind them, he covers her eyes with his hands.
"No peeking!" he whispers in her ear. Laughing, she lets him lead her into the room.
"Open your eyes!"
Fran can't get out of her astonishment. On the table stands a huge bouquet of red roses and a chilled bottle of champagne. Furthermore, there is a tray with strawberries and chocolate. The entire room is bathed in soft candlelight, slow music is playing in the background.
"Oh Maaxx, you're crazy!"
She turns to him and kisses him with all her love. Maxwell wraps his arms around her waist and kisses her back with the same burning passion.
"My God Fran, I've been longing for this all day. I could hardly stand to look at you and not be allowed to touch you." His hands roams down her body.
"Do you think I felt any different."
Fran slips off his jacket and loosens his tie. He slides the straps of her dress down and pulls it off her. With kisses and his tongue, he caresses the exposed naked skin. Their desire for each other grows with every second. Maxwell throws her bra away. He nuzzles and strokes every inch of her breasts. Fran cheers the moment. She feels like she's on fire. She can't barely stand. All over again she moans his name. A sign for him he's doing the right thing.
Fran takes off his shirt as well and now she covers his upper body with kisses and lets her tongue wander along his stomach. Maxwell has a feeling as if electric shocks are going through his body. In a wild frenzy they get rid of the rest of their clothes.
Naked, they lie on the bed, caressing and touching each other. Their lips are melted together. Fran turns on her back and pulls him over her.
"Maax please!" He looks deep into her dark eyes. He knows what she wants.
"I love you, Fran!"
"I love you too!"
Then they make love in perfect harmony. For the next few hours, they give themselves completely into their feelings. Every time they reach the peak Maxwell covers Fran's mouth with his own to prevent her from screaming the hotel down. Both give their best to please the other one and intents on fulfilling all needs of the other one. Fran is engulfed in their passion and love. Maxwell is the perfect lover for her. He always knows what to do and he has an incredible instinct about either to move tender and slow or wild and fast. Maxwell himself is overwhelmed by his feelings for Fran. Never had a woman captured him like her and never had a woman giving herself completing to him like her. When she presses her body against his, he feels like he would die.
Later, they lie happy and satisfied next to each other. Their breathing slowly calms down again. Their gaze meet. Maxwell takes her in his arms and tenderly strokes her back. She plays with his hair and nuzzles his neck. It feels so amazing just to lie here and to sense each other's heartbeat. No words are spoken. They know exactly what the other one is thinking and feels. They sink into a light slumber.
Fran is the first who wakes up. She glances at the sleeping Maxwell. He looks so sweet and adorable. She is so in love with him. Never before in her life has she felt such strong emotions for a man. She gets out of bed, slips into her underwear and puts on a bathrobe from the hotel. She goes into the bathroom to freshen up a bit. When she re-enters the room, Maxwell is also awake. He is wrapped in a bathrobe too and is opening the champagne bottle.
Fran steps up to him and buries her face in the red roses. She has rarely seen so many at once. Maxwell smiles at her. He grabs the bottle and the two glasses; Fran grabs the tray of strawberries and chocolates and they get comfortable on the bed again. Fran cuddles up on his lap, they take occasionally a sip and feed each other. There are some chocolate residues hanging from Fran's mouth, which he licks off with relish.
"Mhh yummy!"
"The chocolate or me?"
In response, he gives her an even longer more intense liplock. Fran snuggles closer to him.
"I could sit here with you forever. I feel so safe with you. You're my home!"
"I feel the same way. You are a wonderful woman. With you I'm able to be my truly self!"
They hug and hold each other tight. Suddenly a thought crosses Frans mind.
"Do you think Max, they suspect something? I mean Niles and the kids?"
"I don't think so Fran." He grins. "We were very convincing earlier, weren't we?!" Fran laughs.
"Absolutely, although I had a hard time not bursting out laughing. You were very persuasive!"
"So were you! By the way how did you come up with this name, I mean Mark?!"
"Well, nobody shoud get suspicious, when there's an 'M' in my schedule surrounded with a heart."
"Aha really smart. I bet no one even remotely imagines that we are more than just boss and nanny!"
Maxwell and Fran think back to the night their love story began.