Truth or Dare

CC had been totally fed up with the game and the scene unfolding betweexwelxwell and Nanny Fine. It was simply disgusting the way they were all over each other. Maxwell had been way too drunk and didn’t even give her a second look, he only had eyes for that loud voiced woman. CC left quickly to take a taxi home and let this evening pass as soon as possible. The next day Maxwell should have regained his sanity again.

Niles had a completely different feeling about his boss and the nanny. He was happy that they finally seemed to get closer. It was a good time to leave them two alone now and see where the evening will lead for both of them. He called a taxi for Miss Babcock and cleaned up for the night, leaving Maxwell and Fran alone.

Fran sits in her chair looking at her empty glass. “This is all your fault Mr. Sheffield” she giggles softl
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“What?” Maxwell looks up with a confused look.

“You said that a glass of wine wouldn’t hurt. And now here I am feeling like I am sitting in Space Mountain”.

Maxwell smiles at her. He could see she had way too much to drink. She just couldn’t stand any alcohol and this evening she had consumed several glasses and it had hit her hard.

“I talked about one glass, you had to finish the whole bottle. Well, as long as you don’t crawl into my bed again just like you did before.”

Fran smiles seductively “hmmm, too bad. I was kinda hoping for it” just as Maxwell feels his cheeks getting bright red, Fran bursts out in laughter.

“Come on I am just playing with ya” she leans forwards and pats him on his knee. “although.. I wouldn’t mind…”

Maxwell investigates her face to see what was meant and what was a joke. God, this woman was playing with him and driving him absolutely crazy. He already has a hard time regaining his self-control in the state he finds himself in. His body aches to take the one step that physically separates them now and have a taste of this woman.


“Okay Mr. Sheffield it’s time to do what you promised me earlier” Fran looks at him determinantly as she sits back in the couch. She might be a slight bit drunk but she still knows how to poke the chicken. The problem was that she wanted to poke him just a little too much right now. She has trouble keeping her hands off of him. He was just so adorable when he was opboutbout how to spend his last night. God, she has fallen hard for him. If he only knew.

“What promise MFineFine?” He smiles despite his confusion. He couldn’t do much else than smile at her tonight.

“You said that if I’d get all schnockered up you’d carry me upstairs. It think I can be qualified as being schnockered right now”. Oh yes, she wouldn’t let him get away with his flirtatious remark earlier. It is just too tempting to hold him to that promise.

“hmm” he answers. Two could play this game. “But what do the rules say when I myself am schnockered? How can I carry you when my own legs feel like jelly?”

Fran leans forward with her ever so seducing smile. “Well, you shoulda thought of that before you made that promise. So come on and carry me!”

“Okay, okay” Maxwell secretly enjoys her holding him to the promise he had already forgotten. He puts his hands on the sides of his chair and pushes himself up. Wow, that isn’t easy. His whole body feels like it existssepaseparate limp parts. He has a hard time concentrating on moving his legs in a way that his body won’t tumble forwards. How the hell will he be able to carry her this way.

He manages to get himself close to the edge of the couch where Fran is sitting. She stretches out her arms for him. She looks lovely like this. He can very well see how much she is enjoying this little innocent play between them. That’s why he enjoyed it as well. It is just an innocent game. A joke between friends to end the evening pleasurable.

He slowly bends forwards trying to keep his balance and not fall on top of her. He has to bend his legs a little in order to lift her up. He scoops one arm under her back and the other one under her kneeholes. Rising up he easily lifts her from the couch.

Wow, this isn’t SO bad. He thinks to himself. She feels light as a feather in his arms. He looks down at her smiling face. Her loose hair touches his shoulders. She is a vision. It feels good to care for her this way. To be in control for once.

Fran was just melting in his arms.feelfeels so strong and masculine like this and it turns her on big time. Wow, was this a perfect way to end the evening or what?

Maxwell tries very carefully to walk straight. He feels like the floor beneath him is moving, trying hard to get him off balance. When he reaches the stairs he looks up. They seem so much longer and steeper than usual, how will he ever make it? He gives a confident smile to Fran and puts his foot on the first step. This went all right, another one, okay still good. Now his left foot again, then the right, then left…. He looks down again, her eyes are wide open looking straight at him. His mind goes blank, which leg now? The left? The minute he steps forward he knows he has chosen the wrong one. He tumbles forwards holding Fran’s body close to him trying to protect her from the fall. He feels his arm smacking on the stairs but he doesn’t feel the pain. He quickly swifts his body to make sure he doesn’t fall right on Fran’s. His rib gage crashes against the cold stone. “Auch”.

“Mr. Sheffield are you okay?” Fran turns to him holding her hand on his face. He looks at her dumbfounded. “Yeah, I guess so”, Maxwell shifts his upper body a bit and it still seems to be working. “Yeah, I am alright nothing seems to be broken. How about you?”

Fran smiles. “I am alright, in arm arms nothing can happen to me”

Her words, her smile, her closeness … everything. It makes him draw his lips closer to hers and finally taste their warmth.

Fran is caught off guard by his action. Before she realises it he has pressed his lips on hers. She can taste the brandy mixed with his own masculine taste, It feels like hot lava on her lips. She can’t do much else than open them slightly to drink in more of him.

As he feels her opening her mouth he shifts his body her her and presses his lips harder on hers, with his tongue he starts exploring the insides of this warm sensuous pool.

Fran places her hands around his head, letting her fingers wander through his thick hair, she pulls softly at it causing him to snap his head back a little. She takes the opportunity to take his lower lip between her own and sucks seductively on it, still holding his head back with a firm grip on his hair.

It drives Maxwell crazy. He was used to women who let the man take the initiative. Oh darn it, it had been quite long since he had really kissed a woman besides Fran but he knew very well that he had never experienced anyone like her before.

He firmly snapped his head further back so his lower lip was released from Fran’s firm grip. He felt it swelling and hurting a little intoxicating his mind even more. Fran’s hand let go of his hair and he took the opportunity to place his face right over hers. Their lips were only inches apart now. He could feel her hard breathing which drove him instantly mad.

Fran looked at the man above her, there was just no resistance. His smell, his eyes, his taste, it made her yearn for more and more. She knew for sure that she could never get enough of him. She had never wanted anyone like this before. Her craving was almost unbearable.

Maxwell saw that craving in her eyes and it mirrored his own. He took her face in both hands and let his lips move slightly against hers. He could feel Fran trying to lift her head in order to reach his lips fully but was restrained by his hands. The feeling of her wanting him so much like she did was the most enticing aphrodisiac he could imagine.

When he couldn’t hold it anymore he placed his lips once again on hers and didn’t hesitate to push his tongue inside her warmth. She had already opened her mouth to receive him and welcome him with her own tongue.

Their lips brushed firmly against each other over and over again letting their tongues explore every inch. Fran’s hands roamed over his back, feeling his muscles through his shirt. Maxwell’s hands had already switched position and were exploring the curves of her body through her clothing.

Fran couldn’t believe how passio he he was. She had kind of imagined before, that under that stuffy British appearance there was a wilder side to Maxwell Sheffield. But she had never imagined him like this. Taking possession of her the way he did, making her want him so badly. His hands felt like electricity on her body, even though there was still a lot of clothing between them.

What was he doing? It did race through Maxwell’s mind for a split second but at that moment Fran took his tongue between her lips and sucked on it. Her hands moved lower down his back reaching his buttocks. She firmly grabbed them and pushed his mid-section into her own. God, it felt good. Even if he would die after this night he didn’t care, whatever were the consequences it was all worth it. He would give everything for tasting her more and longer.

Fran heard him gasp for air as she pushed him into herself. She felt the hard stone of the stairs crashing against her spine. But the sensation of feeling him so close overruled it easily.

Suddenly they are pulled out of their trance by a high pitched scream and running feet upstairs.