The Food Critic's Temp Wife {closed}

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It was the email Max Goodfellow had longed for. His whole career as a food critic had been focused on taking him to the next level as a regularly contributing writer for a national food magazine. And such an offer had finally arrived in his email inbox. "Food & Drink" magazine had been impressed with his previous guest contributions to their magazine and were inviting him to become a regular contributor. In today's world of contract labor and outsourced jobs, being a 'regular contributor' was about as permanent and full time as anyone could expect.

Max's background included about a dozen years writing restaurant reviews, mostly doing a weekly column for the local Austin newspaper, and writing a monthly article for a state-wide magazine. In addition to these, he covered local entertainment events such as live music, plays, and art exhibits. Some months back he got his first break on the big stage by being asked to write a guest article for one of the national magazines. They were impressed and asked for more guest contributions. Now they were asking for a near full time commitment. The new job would allow him to dine in 5-star restaurants on a regular basis, and pay him considerably more than his current earnings. And the potential was there to move up to a traveling position and visit more cities and even some foreign locations.

This career step would require that he move from Austin to Houston. That wasn't a problem as he knew that was the next step to cover more of the expensive restaurants in the state. And "F&D" would require that he work anonymously as long as he could before the restaurants realized who he was. He would be in essence a secret shopper. He would need to play the part of an affluent customer who could afford these establishments. This would require that he clean-up his appearance, cut his hair, become clean shaven, and upgrade his wardrobe to expensive suits.

And they insisted that he visit the locations with a "wife", or someone who played the part of his wife, to complete the visual package.

A couple of weeks later his To-Do list was shorter. He had moved to Houston and found an appropriate condo for his new lifestyle. He had shaved and been to a hair stylist. He had visited a tailor and had new suits to wear. Last on his list was a call to a modeling agency to 'hire' a wife to accompany him during his business dinner reservations.

When he called the agency, he told them his needs; an attractive female, a looker, but not overtly eye-candy. She needed to be 25-35 years old, and someone who could act classy, as an intelligent wife to an up-coming, successful professional. They said they had such a model who could match his needs perfectly. They would send her over to his place the following day for an interview.

The next morning at 11 o'clock, Max was home, ready to meet his temp wife.

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Max Goodfellow
single, age 35
6'0", 187 lbs.

The old Max Goodfellow

The New Max Goodfellow
 
Maggie Coopertin about jumped out of her seat. A job finally. She listened to them explain the details they were given and then wrote down the address as to where she needed to go the following day for the final interview. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she laid against her chair to try and calm herself. The woman from the agency had said if she did a good job with this that she would hook her up with an acting group they consulted with.

She was thrilled and due to her excitement she could barely sleep that night. The Following morning she showered and Headed to the address she was given. She didn't realize that the building she was going to was literally like 3 down from her own. She pulled her long beige coat around her, Tying the belt at her hips. She had dressed the way the woman from the agency had told her, a short black dress, thigh high stockings and a garter belt. She was meant to look classy as well as sexy. Maggie's contact told her she was perfect for the job, She had long red hair, with a natural curl and strikingly beautiful blue eyes, which she felt was her best feature, she had curves in all the right places and was right in the middle of the client's age range having just turned 30 a month earlier.

She waited for the Security guard to buzz her into the building and then headed up the elevator to meet her new "boss".


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The knock on his door came promptly at 11:00. Max expected that the modeling agency had sent a pretty woman. But when he opened the door and saw her standing there, he was greatly impressed by her beauty.

"Hi, I'm Max. Max Goodfellow. You must be Ms. Coopertin. Please come in." After shaking her hand, he held the door open and stepped aside to allow her to walk into his condo.

"Thank you for coming on such short notice. May I take your coat?"

He helped her remove her coat which he took and laid over the back of a dinning room chair. He was impressed with her attire, a black dress, simple and elegant, black stockings, and appropriate shoes. He was dressed a bit more casually in slacks and a button-down dress shirt.

"Please sit down." Max swept his arm towards the sitting area even though it was obviously the place to sit and visit.

"You must have many questions. I do not know how much the agency has told you about my needs. Do you have any questions before we start?"
 
Maggie shook his hand and let him help her out of her coat. He seemed like a decent enough guy to work for. But then she wasn't exactly sure what it was that she would be doing for him.

"Thanks for having me. In truth I do have quite a few questions. The agency didn't tell me all that much so I guess you can say I am coming into this blind. I know you need me to be well I guess an escort of sorts. Basically just to be there when you go out. But then I'm not really clear on it. I was told it would basically be a way to prove myself with the agency"

Maggie sat there and crossed her long thin legs left over right then shifted in her seat and crossed right over left. She was kind of nervous about this and Mr.Goodfellow was a very good looking man. The more her eyes moved over him,the more she wondered why exactly he needed to hire her through an agency. It was pretty clear to her that he could get a woman without paying for one. But then she didn't know all the facts so she would have to wait for his explanation.
 
"The agency didn't tell you very much at all, did they?" Max was surprised at how little of what he told the agency was passed along to Ms. Coopertin. He noticed that she used the term 'escort', and he thought that she probably was concerned what he wanted from her.

"Let me explain. First, I am a food critic. I write restaurant reviews for a major national magazine, or at least I am just moving up to that from writing for the Austin local newspaper."

He realized that he was standing over her, making her look up at him, and that was not a good position relationship. So he sat down next to her, but keeping an amount of space between them so she could feel comfortable.

"The restaurant assignments I have been given are all upscale, four and five star restaurants. I, excuse me, WE will be dining as an affluent, married couple, looking the part as normal customers for these fine dining establishments. We will be secret shoppers so to speak for as long as we can go undiscovered by the restaurants. I know they will eventually figure us out. But hopefully that will take a year or more."

Max paused and looked into Ms Coopertin's eyes. She appeared to be taking this all in and understanding what he had covered so far.

"I expect we will dine out once or twice a week, almost always for an evening dinner. We are to act normal and order normal food and drink. The magazine will be paying our entire tab, as they are also paying for your time. They insisted that I have a wife to properly do this job and not draw the attention that a single male patron would attract.

"So you may be wondering why hire a model, and why not take my wife or girlfriend? First, I don't have a wife or girlfriend, mostly because I just moved to Houston, and also because I did not have a steady girlfriend in Austin. Secondly, this is my job. It is work. I have found that taking someone with which I have an emotional connection complicates my treating the dinner as a job. Yes, we are to act as a couple. We are to have fun. But all the time I must approach this professionally and I need for you to play the role and act accordingly.

"And one last item. You must not tell anyone what we are actually doing. You may tell your friends that you are dating me if you like. But you must not tell anyone that I am a food critic or that may easily blow our cover.

"So, basically the job you are being hired to do is to allow me to take you to fancy restaurants for dinner once or twice a week and you are to act as my wife. There are no other requirements.

"Can you, and are you willing to do all that? Any questions?"
 
Maggie sat there looking up at Max as he started to talk, She nodded her head to what he was saying when he finally realized he was standing over her and sat. She let out a soft sigh of relief not feeling like she was in the spotlight anymore. She turned her body towards him and smiled as he continued on with the description of what he actually needed from her. All of it seemed pretty legit so she wasn't as nervous as when she entered the building.

She could easily slip in and out of the "role" he needed her to play so it seemed like easy money. And the best part was she would get to go to all these restaurants that a lot of people had been bragging about. On what she was making currently she never would have gotten to do this. She blushed and looked down when Max started going on about her not telling anyone their arrangement, She wouldn't anyway but she could understand why he felt the need to say such. This was important to him, that much she could easily tell.

She couldn't help but let out a soft laugh as he stated that she could tell her "friends" they were dating. She didn't really have any friends, between the numerous photo shoots and job interviews she had been to, she really didn't have the time. There were only two people in her life that she talked to all the time, One was her Dad and the other was her best friend and both lived on the east coast so she only talked to them through Skype or on the phone.

As He finished up his explanation of the 'job' she uncrossed her legs and then re-crossed them, pulling down on the hem to cover the tops of her stockings and the garter straps. She hadn't realized she had been so finicky while he spoke until she needed to fix her attire. She cleared her throat a little and flipped her hair over her shoulder and rested her hands in her lap

"Well, now that I know what is actually expected of me, I am more then willing to do the job, if I am what you are looking for that is. And No, I don't have any more questions, you have covered everything that I was curious about and I thank you for that. I guess the agency thought I wouldn't agree if they told me the details of everything, which of course is presumptuous on their part. Oh wait, Come to think of it, I do have one final question, 'IF' I am what you are looking for, when would be the first time you need me?"
 
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While he was speaking to her, he was carefully watching her reaction, her body language. He needed to know that she could play the role in all its aspects. He noticed how the hem of her dress rose slightly and revealed the tops of her stockings and the garter straps which made him wonder what she was wearing underneath that dress. She was a beautiful woman and he could image how sexy she might appear in the right lingerie.

Max closed his eyes and shook his head so as to refocus his attentions on what was needed.

"This morning is an interview, although I only asked the agency to send me one candidate for the job. So far I am pleased with who then sent."

Rising from his seat, he offered her his hand to assist her in rising.

"However, the interview is not over. I need to observe you in a "test run" so to speak, so I am taking you out for lunch. The limo should be waiting for us downstairs. I hope you are hungry."
 
Maggie smiled as Max rose from his seat and offered her his hand, she took it gently and stood up, fixing her dress once more. She bent, at the knees of course, to retrieve her bag from the floor next to where she had been sitting, and then turned to look at him again. "Am I over dressed? I wore what the agency told me to and well, you look a bit more casual."

She blushed a little bit as she put the strap of her bag over her shoulder. As she followed him to the door she grabbed her coat from over the dining chair he had placed it on and rested it over her arm. "I figured there was a bit more to the interview process and lunch would be great. Now that I am not as nervous I wouldn't mind getting something to eat."

She smiled and followed him to the elevator and then out to the limo where a gentleman was holding the door open for them, she smiled at him giving a soft spoken "Thank you" and got into the limo, sliding over on the seat, placing her bag and coat between herself and Max as he got in.

This time completely ignoring the fact that her skirt slid up, figuring there was no point in fixing it until they got out of the limo again because it would probably just slide up again.
 
"We are having lunch at Ricky V's. I hope you will enjoy it. A more casual meal than dinner. I didn't want to throw you to the wolves from the start."

Max could see, even in the dimly lit limo, that her skirt was rising again. The tops of her stockings were clearly visible. Again he wondered how she would look without the dress, but that was not the type of escort he was hiring.

He slid over a bit closer to her, pressing her coat and bag between them. He laid his hand on her leg, above the knee and felt the silk-like smoothness of her stocking. She flinched, an obvious reaction to his forward action.

"You should expect me to touch you in intimate ways. We are supposed to be husband and wife."

His hand slid towards the inside of her leg and his fingers slowly traced their way upward until he had reached the top of her stocking and was gently stroking the smooth flesh on the inside of her thigh.

"I have no issue with how you are dressed. A little black dress is almost always appropriate. But please keep yourself covered while we are in public." After a pause, he continued, "In private, we may practice being intimate."
 
Maggie couldn't help it when she jumped at his touch, it wasn't entirely that she was startled as much as the fact that such a simple touch sent a shiver through her body. She smiled at Max as he spoke to her about their supposed 'marriage'.

"Yes I understand completely Mr. Goodfellow, it was just a bit of a shock."

She also couldn't help the blush that covered her face when his hand slid towards the inside of her leg. She would really need to work on accepting how he touched her if this was going to work. She bit her lip as he started to stroke her skin, switching between the silk of her stockings and the creamy soft skin about it. "Exactly how do we practice being intimate?"

The thoughts that suddenly ran through her head made her blush even more and look down, away from his gaze. What was it about this man that suddenly had her feeling so odd. She shook her head to get the thoughts to leave and then looked up at him again. She reached a delicate hand over to him, lightly caressing his cheek.

" I've heard Ricky V's is a very nice place...By the way, your eyes are amazing" She bit her lip and pulled her hand away, placing it on her lap, her fingertips resting on his hand.
 
Max liked it when a woman shivered at his touch. He continued the gentle stroking of her creamy smooth thigh, even when she turned and caressed his cheek. They looked into each other's eyes and he felt a connection. He realized that he would have to walk a fine line with her between a business relationship, and a possible emotional attachment.

"How do we practice being intimate?" he repeated her question. "We will need to practice being close to each other, and we should practice hugging and kissing so it appears natural and not forced. But we can do that later, after lunch, as I don't want to mess your lipstick."

The touch or her fingertips on the back of his hand sent a slight shiver through his body. This physical reaction to her was a surprise to himself. He normally did not have such a reaction in these situations. 'Maybe,' he thought 'she really is someone special.'

Regaining his composure he changed the topic.

"You should call me Max, not Mr. Goodfellow. And, I realize that I do not know your name, Ms. Coopertin."
 
Maggie turned away quickly when their eyes met, the last thing she needed in her life was an ACTUAL relationship. A fake one she could deal with but not the real thing. The last one left her, well, burned.

As Max continued to rub over her thigh even with her finger tips of his she felt another shiver move through her. The idea of practicing being intimate with him was a bit overwhelming but then it would give her to ability to fine tune her acting skills. She looked back over at him and gave him a bright smile.

"I'm sorry Max, I'm Maggie....well Margaret....but please feel free to call me Maggie, or Mag." She felt the limo stop and heard the driver open his door and a moment later open the one Max was sitting closest too. She grabbed her things and slid out of the limo taking Max's offered hand with another smile. The entire time thinking to herself 'its a job, remember that Mags'
 
The restaurant door was held open as Max and Maggie approached.

"Welcome Mr. Goodfellow. Your table is ready. Follow me."

They were led to a table next to windows with a view. The wait staff assisted both Maggie and Max with their seats. After they were seated and drinks ordered and delivered, they were left alone for few moments while they looked over the lunch menu.

"Maggie, may I suggest the shrimp and crab chopped salad. It is one of their specialties for lunch." Max then took a sip of his iced tea.

"As you can see, the staff here knows me well already. I chose this as a restaurant I can visit while not researching for a review. Someplace I can just relax and be me. Here we can be Max Goodfellow and Maggie Coopertin. While working undercover, we shall be Mark and Margaret Harrison. Don't you like the sound of that?" He continued without waiting for her answer.

"We need to appear to know each other well, intimately well, and appear casual in our conversations. Therefore we need to know quite a bit about each other. Tell me some about yourself, your friends, your family, any boyfriend or husband? And why does this job appeal to you, I assume it does."
 
Maggie sipped her tea as he spoke, she looked at the menu and nodded her head in response to his suggestion. As Max continued to talk she leaned back a little in her seat, crossing her legs and using the napkin to cover the bare skin that was showing. She bit her lip when he brought up getting to know more about each other.

When he finally stopped talking to her they placed their order with the staff, her getting the salad that he recommended. Once the staff was away from the table, Maggie sat up straighter and looked at Max, she ran her fingers through her hair, stopping at one of her curls and twisting it around her finger.


"Well, lets see, I just turned 30 recently, I'm a natural red head, I got into modeling at the age of 14 because my mother wanted a beauty queen daughter, which she never got. I stuck to modeling the pageant idea wasn't for me. I moved here from New York state with my dad after my mom died. Well not Here, but a few towns over. He moved back to buffalo about 3 years ago. Anyway, I don't really have much time for friends, the agency keeps me pretty busy with photo shoots and things like that. My family consists of myself and my Dad and actually I do have one friend, I've known since I was 16, but he's more like a brother to me. No Boyfriend or Husband, haven't really found anyone that doesn't get jealous over the photographers that do the shoots. And as far as the appeal of the job, well, to be honest I was interested in an acting career and this is kind of acting, which is why the agency picked me I guess, and Yes I am fine with the identity you have picked"

Maggie took another sip of her tea and looked down at her hands resting in her lap then looked back up at Max and smiled.

"Is there anything else you would like to know?"
 
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Max watched Maggie as she responded to his several questions. She appeared to be intelligent, thoughtful, and she was very beautiful. He couldn't have hired a better temp wife he thought. She will make a great real wife for someone someday. He was captured by the way she twisted a lock of her red hair around her finger.

"In our role as the Harrisons, we need to been seen and known as an upstanding couple without any questionable items in our past. So I have to ask whether there are any dark secrets in your past that may arise to cause us problems. Are there any scandalous events or behavior in your past? Any naked or pornographic photos or videos on the Internet? Any photo shoots or movies that I should know about? I am sorry to ask, but you can see why I must."

Their conversation was interrupted as the waiter brought their salads. they tried to continue while eating, but the progress was slow. The meal was very tasty and Max hoped that Maggie also enjoyed it.
 
Maggie thought about his questions when the waiter was at the table as well as while they ate. She couldn't think of anything negative that could hurt him or the picture they were trying to portray. And being as he said she would be keeping her original name, minus the last part there wouldn't really be any questions about it. If someone had found pictures from her modeling they could just assume it was done before they were married or that she still used her maiden name for everything. She stopped eating at looked at Max, He seemed like he was enjoying his meal and on a few occasions she caught him looking at her when he didn't think she was paying attention.

She took a sip of her tea and then wiped her mouth carefully on the napkin. "Well, there is nothing in my past that could hurt you or what you have planned, I have never done anything in porn nor have any of my photo shoots been nude, scantly dressed yes, but never full or partial nudity. I have a perfectly clean record... you could say I'm the ultimate good girl when it comes to everything."

After saying that Maggie felt the blush return to her cheeks, she just admitted to being a major goody two shoes. She couldn't help but laugh at herself, how pathetic he must think she is now. Of course, she had her reasons as to why she was so well behaved but he didn't need to know all that. She sat up in her seat and then pushed it out a little "excuse me Max, I need the restroom"

She got up and a waiter pointed her in the direction of the bathroom, watching her hips sway naturally as she walked towards it then disappeared inside. The waiter went over to the bartender and pointed in Max's direction then went on, hand gestures and all about Maggie and the way she looked. When she had come out of the bathroom half of the male staff was staring at her. She made her way to the table and sat down.... "Did I miss something?"

Right after she asked the waiter came over to her with a magazine and asked her very shyly to sign the picture inside in which she was wearing a leopard print bikini, laying in the sand with water surrounding her.. She blushed brightly and signed it then looked down as the waiter walked away.

"Well, ok, maybe there is that type of thing.....although it doesn't happen often"
 
Max sat while intently watching all the activity that Maggie unwittingly created. He had just heard her say that she had a clean past with no dark secrets to draw undesired scrutiny. Then her mere presence in the restaurant brought such attention. He smiled as he thought himself to be so fortunate to have such a beautiful wife, even if just a hired, temporary wife.

"You created quite a scene." Max said matter-of-factly. He saw her blush, and then her expression turned to concern.

"This will actually work to our benefit." He spoke assuredly and with a smile on his face. "Attention that is drawn to you in a positive way, is attention diverted away from me, and my activities. I suppose that 'Food & Drink' knew what they were doing when they insisted upon a wife."

They finished eating their meal. The waiter asked about dessert which they both declined. Max then paid the bill, leaving a large tip for the staff.

He leaned back in his chair and just looked at Maggie, up and down with elevator eyes. He was obviously in thought, and a broad smile appeared on his face.

"You know, if such photos of you wearing so very little are so public, then people will know almost every freckle, almost every tiny birthmark on your body. As your husband, it will be expected that I also know each and every one of those, in the most intimate way. I obviously need to do my homework."

And with that he stood, helped her rise from her chair and they left the restaurant for their waiting limo out front.
 
Maggie listened to him with a smile as he started going on about how the attention she got could benefit them. She knew now why the agency thought she would be perfect for Max and his request. It must have been more set up then she thought.

When Max leaned back in his seat and started looking over her she started to blush again and then that smile, something about that smile made her blush even more it might have been how sexy the smile was or it might have been the reason she thought was behind that smile, either way she shifted in her seat and crossed her legs, placing her hands on her lap again.

When Max started to talk again her eyes widened at his words. She bit into the corner or her lip gently and sucked the bottom lip into her mouth. Was he suggesting what she thought he was? She kinda hoped he was but then she shook her head lightly to rid her of those thoughts again and when he got up and took her hand then lead her to the limo she didn't say much of anything until sliding into the limo and waiting for him to get in.

Once the door was shut she turned to look at Max. She gave him a smile and then spoke in a soft voice "What exactly do you mean by doing your homework? I could get you the proofs from those pictures if you like...or do you mean something else?"
 
"or do you mean something else?" Those words flowed softly from her flawless lips and hung in the air.

Max realized that he had put himself into an awkward position. He was quickly becoming enamored with this beautiful woman while she was appearing to invite something more herself. At the same time, this was business, and for good reasons he needed to keep this as business.

But she was so attractive and he really did want to spend more time with her. He could even justify in his mind the business reasons that he needed to spend more time with her practicing their roles as a married couple.

Sitting in the back of the limo as it drove them back to his condo, he turned to face Maggie and he took her hand in his.

"Maggie, I have learned that you are a very special lady, you have easily passed the interview, and you may have the job as my temp wife if you want it."

He swallowed hard and continued. "So this concludes the official interview. As far as your agency is concerned, when we arrive back at my place, you will be off the official time clock. But if you have some time, I would very much like for you to stay so we can get to know one another better, practice our roles as husband and wife, so to speak."

Max ran out of words. What else could he say. He sat next to her, holding her hand, and peering into her beautiful eyes.
 
Maggie smiled when Max turned to her and took her hand, a chill ran through her that she couldn't explain. She felt an attraction to this man but it was just a job so she had to get her head straight. She listened to him speak and noticed that he swallowed rather hard before continuing his speech. She bit the corner of her bottom lip, which she did all the time when nervous, and then took a breath and started to speak softly.

" I really would like the job Max. I hope that I can be of assistance to you and help you keep your cover from being blown. I have a clear calendar for today, the agency made sure of that so I am yours as long as you would like me."

She looked away from him blushing, for some reason everything she was saying seemed to come out with more meaning behind it then she had meant for it to. When she turned back to him, his eyes were still fixed on her and she gave him another beautiful smile. She placed her hand on his as he held her other hand and leaned in a little closer to him whispering so the driver couldn't hear them


"Will we be going in Limos every time we go out or was this a one time thing? And if we are, is the driver aware of this agreement or is he in the dark to it?"

As she asked her question the limo came to a stop in front of Max's Building and the driver got out and made his way to the door to let them out. Maggie released Max's hand and gathered her stuff as Max stepped out of the Limo and offered her his hand to get out. She took it gently and slid out of the limo then walked with Max to the door of his building. Max let go of her hand to go speak to the driver and then came back and ushered her into the building to the elevator that lead to his condo.
 
Max was extremely pleased by everything he had seen and heard from Maggie. That she offered to stay "as long as you would like me." sent a rush through his body that began with his cock throbbing.

He had only expected a model from the agency to be a business arrangement, but he was quickly developing other feelings for her. He was in uncharted waters when it came to a relationship that included both business and personal passions.

Offering her his arm, they went together up the elevator and to his condo. Once inside, they again sat on the sofa, much closer together this time.

"Thank you for staying. I am very hopeful that our relationship will fulfill all our desires."

Max turned towards Maggie and took her hand in his. He realized that he had done this several times. It was clear that he liked touching her, feeling that connection between them.

"You asked about the limo driver. His name is Fred and he is an independent driver with his own car. We will be using him for all our evenings out. He is very discrete and he knows who we are, and why we live two identities. The window in his limo between us and him is one-way glass, we can see him, but he cannot see or hear us. If we need to communicate with him, we must open the panel, as he must do if he needs to talk with us."

Max reached up with his hand and touched her cheek. He then ran his fingers through her hair.

"You are a most beautiful woman. I really love your hair. I hope you don't mind that I touch it, as I am likely to do so often."

Max had moved so that his face was inches away from her face. He talked softly to her as he stroked her hair.

"Now tell me about the swimsuit photo shoot. Was that a one time thing? I suspect you drive the photographers crazy with that fabulous body of yours whenever you model swimsuits or lingerie."
 
Maggie sat down on his couch smiling at Max, she crossed her legs pushing her skirt up higher on her thigh, once again revealing the lace tops of her stockings and the strap of her garter. Her black stiletto dropped off her heel and hung there for a moment before dropping off completely. A noticeable shiver went through her body as he touched her cheek and then his hand moved through her hair, her eyes fluttered closed and she once again bit the corner of her lip.


When she opened her eyes Max was so close she could feel his breath against her lips. She pulled back slightly from him and smiled again before answering his question.

"Well, Actually I have done quite a few photo shoots like that, It was supposed to be a one time deal but the photographer now refuses to work with anyone but me for 2 different Magazines. One is swimsuits and one is lingerie, actually I have a shoot in two days for lingerie if you would like to come to it..."


Maggie did the lip biting thing again and felt her face heat with the blush of her cheeks and neck. She reached up and ran her fingers through her hair, her fingertips accidently brushing against his.
 
Max could feel the blood rushing through his arteries. Something about this woman aroused feeling inside him like no other. There were several, subtle things. Each individually was probably no big deal, but taken together he sensed a mutual attraction building between them.

The skirt hiked up as if intentionally showing too much. A shoe hitting the floor. The innocent biting of the lower lip. Her fingers touching his fingers. The invitation to her lingerie photo shoot.

He placed his free hand down onto her exposed leg just below the top of her stocking and began gently running circles with his finger tips. She had crossed her legs with the leg closest to him being the upper leg. Thus his fingertips were caressing the inside edge of her thigh. He moved his fingers further up her leg, above the top of her stocking so that he was touching her exposed flesh. He felt the electricity flow between her flesh and his flesh.

His other hand was still in her hair and making casual contact with her hand. This hand slid to the back of her head, just above the neck and held her in place, not allowing her to back away again.

There lips were only an inch or two apart. He could feel her breath and knew that her pulse, like his, was rising.

"Yes, I would very much like to come to your photo shoot." he whispered.

His fingertips on her leg continued to trace small circles on her creamy flesh and then slid under the hem of her skirt.

Then still in a whisper he asked, "Would it be asking too much for a husband to have a private preview?"
 
Maggie gasped softly as Max started running gentle circles over her stocking causing her skin to break out is goose bumps. When he moved his fingers up higher, touching her actual skin now a jolt of electricity went through her entire body. God this man did so much to her in the course of a few hours. Yes there was a physical attraction but there was something else there as well.

When he moved his hand through her hair and then down her neck and held her in place she felt a tingle move up her spine. She gently flicked her tongue across her lips, moistening them and in a soft whisper she responded to his words. " I will give you the address before I leave if you would really like to go."

As his fingers slipped under her skirt she jerked back a little, the blush returning to her face. She bit the corner of her lip again and sucked it into her mouth. Her heart was racing and his touch was what was causing it. She took a slow deep breath, causing her chest to heave gently beneath her low cut dress. She flicked her tongue out again to wet her lips after his breathing had dried them slightly again.

"I....ummm.... What kind of private preview would you like Max?"
 
The way she ran her tongue over her lips caused his heart to race even more. He knew she was teasing him, showing him more leg than needed, asking seductively what he would like to see.

He gripped the back of her neck more firmly and held her, staring into those crystal blue eyes of hers.

"You have been playing with me, teasing me. I think you want to show me that fabulous body of yours hidden underneath that little black dress. And yes, I want to see you."

He continued running circles with his finger tips along the inside of her thigh. The electricity continued to flow between them.

Slowly his lips moved closer to hers. Their mutual arousal was evident, the quick short breaths for air. They could feel the electricity of the moment.

And then he was kissing her. So lightly their lips touched, like gentle flower petals. He could smell her perfume and believed he was kissing the loveliest rose in the garden.

So very softly, he moaned.
 
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