around her, his mouth on hers, his tongue in her mouth, and she gave herself to him completely. Their deep wet kisses heightened their desire. He slid his hand under her sweater, touching her firm round breasts. Still holding her, he leaned against the front door to close it. He kept his mouth on hers, licking her lips, sucking her tongue, devouring her as he unzipped her capris and slid them off. He pushed her hard against the wall. His kisses could make her come, but she wanted to feel him inside her.
She kept saying, “Max, I want you, now.”
Max whispered, “I want you, baby.”
He was out of control. He ripped her panties off, unzipped his pants, and lifted her, her legs wrapped around his waist. He entered her, both of them panting. He moved inside of her, and she responded, and moved against him with each thrust, until they both reached their peaks of desire. Neither wanted to let go or stop. She felt his hot liquid inside her and loved that part of him that was now part of her. She knew she was his for the taking, now and forever. They stayed together, with lingering kisses, sliding to the floor. He was tender, loving, kissing her, telling her she was his, and no one could touch her but him, ever. She belonged to him.
Later, after their sumptuous candlelit meal, they sat nestled close together in her cozy den, sipping the richness of the Grand Marnier, while listening to classical music. They were learning about each other’s backgrounds, and Suzy told him about her heritage, her early years with her family, the trips they made to Hong Kong, and why she had pursued her career path. Max was a bit older, almost twelve years, but it made no difference. He was all she wanted, a steady hand at the helm of her unsteady life. She hoped he would never let go.
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19
T he phone rang, startling Mike. He had been concentrating on the article he was editing for Science Today magazine.
He picked up his cell phone. “Mike Ryan speaking.”
“Mr. Ryan, this is Jane Phillips, head nurse at Johns Hopkins University Hospital emergency room in Baltimore.” Mike was familiar with the world-renowned teaching hospital and biomedical research facility.
Mike quickly responded. “Yes, how can I help you?” he asked, thinking it was a call about his recent article on stem cell research.
“Mr. Ryan, your wife, Maggie, has been admitted, and we would like your permission to treat her,” she said.
Mike, shocked, exclaimed, “There’s some mistake. My wife, a flight attendant, is working a flight to Miami. You must have another patient by that name.”
“No, Mr. Ryan, your wife became ill on the flight. The plane made an unscheduled landing in Baltimore, and she was transported to our facility for treatment. She is currently stable, but unconscious, and has many symptoms that resemble a severe virus. Century Air operations will be calling you shortly, but they wanted to get her treated and made the quick decision to bring her here before placing calls. It all happened suddenly. Her flight has continued on to Miami, and the crew will call you upon arrival. They knew you would be very concerned.”
“Please tell me what is going on.” He was standing, becoming quite upset.
“Mr. Ryan,” Nurse Phillips continued, “your wife is getting the best care possible. She is in isolation since we aren’t sure if she is contagious. We are running tests, and we have an excellent team of doctors and nurses taking care of her.” Her voice was reassuring, and Mike was beginning to feel less anxious. “Is there any medical history we need to know about, and is she currently taking any medications?”
He answered, “No, nothing. She has always been very healthy.” His voice trailed off. “I need to get there. I will leave right away and be there as soon as possible,” he said.
She told him where to find Maggie at the hospital.
“Please don’t worry. At this point, it may be a matter of dehydration, low blood sugar, or
She kept saying, “Max, I want you, now.”
Max whispered, “I want you, baby.”
He was out of control. He ripped her panties off, unzipped his pants, and lifted her, her legs wrapped around his waist. He entered her, both of them panting. He moved inside of her, and she responded, and moved against him with each thrust, until they both reached their peaks of desire. Neither wanted to let go or stop. She felt his hot liquid inside her and loved that part of him that was now part of her. She knew she was his for the taking, now and forever. They stayed together, with lingering kisses, sliding to the floor. He was tender, loving, kissing her, telling her she was his, and no one could touch her but him, ever. She belonged to him.
Later, after their sumptuous candlelit meal, they sat nestled close together in her cozy den, sipping the richness of the Grand Marnier, while listening to classical music. They were learning about each other’s backgrounds, and Suzy told him about her heritage, her early years with her family, the trips they made to Hong Kong, and why she had pursued her career path. Max was a bit older, almost twelve years, but it made no difference. He was all she wanted, a steady hand at the helm of her unsteady life. She hoped he would never let go.
.
19
T he phone rang, startling Mike. He had been concentrating on the article he was editing for Science Today magazine.
He picked up his cell phone. “Mike Ryan speaking.”
“Mr. Ryan, this is Jane Phillips, head nurse at Johns Hopkins University Hospital emergency room in Baltimore.” Mike was familiar with the world-renowned teaching hospital and biomedical research facility.
Mike quickly responded. “Yes, how can I help you?” he asked, thinking it was a call about his recent article on stem cell research.
“Mr. Ryan, your wife, Maggie, has been admitted, and we would like your permission to treat her,” she said.
Mike, shocked, exclaimed, “There’s some mistake. My wife, a flight attendant, is working a flight to Miami. You must have another patient by that name.”
“No, Mr. Ryan, your wife became ill on the flight. The plane made an unscheduled landing in Baltimore, and she was transported to our facility for treatment. She is currently stable, but unconscious, and has many symptoms that resemble a severe virus. Century Air operations will be calling you shortly, but they wanted to get her treated and made the quick decision to bring her here before placing calls. It all happened suddenly. Her flight has continued on to Miami, and the crew will call you upon arrival. They knew you would be very concerned.”
“Please tell me what is going on.” He was standing, becoming quite upset.
“Mr. Ryan,” Nurse Phillips continued, “your wife is getting the best care possible. She is in isolation since we aren’t sure if she is contagious. We are running tests, and we have an excellent team of doctors and nurses taking care of her.” Her voice was reassuring, and Mike was beginning to feel less anxious. “Is there any medical history we need to know about, and is she currently taking any medications?”
He answered, “No, nothing. She has always been very healthy.” His voice trailed off. “I need to get there. I will leave right away and be there as soon as possible,” he said.
She told him where to find Maggie at the hospital.
“Please don’t worry. At this point, it may be a matter of dehydration, low blood sugar, or
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