Chapter 1739
"Hey, Kevin, who's outside?" Maurice was getting antsy that Kevin hadn't come back yet, so he stood up and headed to the door. When he spotted Ivan, he was caught off guard. Eyeing the gift in Ivan's hand, Maurice furrowed his brow and asked, "What's up? What brings you here?"
"Maurice, it's me, Ivan." Ivan flashed a quick smile, nodding and giving a little bow. "Remember, my dad is Devon. We swung by last New Year. Ring a bell?"
"Oh, right, I remember now." Maurice nodded, but his vibe remained frosty. "You're here for Fiona, huh? She's out. You should probably head back."
"Maurice, I'm not here for Fiona. I came to see you." Ivan noticed Maurice turning away and rushed, "This supplement is a small thank you from me. Let me bring it in for you." He tried to slip past the door.
But Kevin stood his ground, blocking Ivan's way in. He turned to Maurice and said, "Maurice, with the New Year coming up, there are lots of gift-givers around. It's crowded, and Armando just became County Executive. We gotta watch out for troublemakers."
Remembering the recent tip-off, Maurice's heart skipped a beat. He nodded and said, "Ivan, thanks for the gesture, but take the gift back. You're still a student, and these gifts are pricey. Don't spend your cash on them. Head on back now."
Seeing Kevin's words sway Maurice, Ivan felt frustrated. This guy ruined his good intentions. But noticing Maurice getting impatient, he didn't want to push it. He reluctantly said goodbye to Maurice with a fake smile and left, cursing Kevin under his breath.
After Ivan left, Maurice shut the door and said with a smile, "Kevin, good call. We gotta watch our backs right now. I bet Ivan's visit was at his dad's request. These folks might not be proactive, but they sure know how to butter people up. With Armando as County Executive, this year might get bumpy. He's all about the economy and development, but some say he's just after political gains. Kevin, what's your take? Is Armando that type?""Armando's a solid official, Maurice. If I were calling the shots, I'd boost him up too. The higher his rank, the more he can achieve. You gotta have his back and support him all the way," Kevin replied without missing a beat.
Maurice flashed a charming smile, "Absolutely, I've got his back. Let's drop the serious talk for now. Let's get back to cooking dinner."
The duo swiftly whipped up dinner. As the hot food hit the table, Kevin dove in eagerly, burning his mouth in the process and letting out a yelp of pain.
Maurice scolded, "Slow down, it's just us two. No need to rush. Are you okay?"
"It's nothing." Kevin blew on the food and then wolfed it down, muttering, "Maurice, your cooking is amazing. I wish I could have it every day."
"Sure, feel free to drop by anytime. I'll cook for you daily if you don't get tired of it." Maurice leaned on her hands, watching Kevin devour the food. A strange feeling washed over her, like she was back in the early days of dating her husband.
Back then, Armando had a hearty appetite. She used to bring him snacks in the dorm, watching him eat with fondness. But in recent years, they spent less time together. Armando rarely ate at home, and when he did, he buried himself in work, leaving no time for her.
Noticing Maurice's gaze fixed on him, Kevin realized he had polished off all the food, leaving none for her. Blushing, he apologized, "Maurice, I'm sorry. I got carried away and forgot to save some for you."
"It's alright. I usually skip dinner. The doctor says I need to shed some pounds." Maurice chuckled. "You youngsters have it easy. You can eat without a care. Fiona and I couldn't even finish these dumplings. Are you full? Want some pasta?"
"I'm stuffed. Can't eat another bite." Kevin shook his head. Despite Maurice's kindness, he didn't feel as at ease as he did with Daisy. Their bond ran deeper, and he no longer held that same level of reverence for elders."Don't stand on ceremony with me. Let me fix you some soup," Maurice said, gracefully rising and swaying her hips as she headed to the kitchen, leaving Kevin feeling a flutter in his heart. Maurice's figure was fuller than Daisy's, more akin to Alissa's, both boasting voluptuous curves. While this body type might seem a tad hefty, it felt incredibly soft and inviting, like a cushion during intimate moments. Kevin couldn't help but feel aroused at the thought of Maurice's allure. His mind wandered to embracing her plump form, passionately engaging in intimate acts, eliciting loud moans and overflowing passion.
Lost in his thoughts, a crash echoed from the kitchen, followed by Maurice's surprised cry. Kevin hurried into the kitchen to find Maurice on the floor, groaning, with a broken bowl and spilled soup.
"Are you alright, Maurice?" Kevin helped her up, concerned.
"I spilled the soup and got a slight burn on my foot," Maurice frowned.
Kevin settled Maurice in a chair, then examined her reddened foot. He fetched an ice pack, applied it, and reassured her, "No blisters, thankfully. We'd have had to hit the hospital if there were. How are you feeling now?"
"Much better, just a bit uncomfortable," Maurice sighed in relief, dreading the idea of another hospital visit and the ensuing gossip. She aimed to avoid unnecessary attention by steering clear of medical facilities.
After cleaning up, Kevin prepared an egg white and sesame oil mixture, applying it to Maurice's burn. "This should help with inflammation and pain," he explained.
"You sure know your stuff," Maurice smiled faintly. As Kevin's touch reached her foot, a tingling sensation crept up her body, stirring desire. Suppressing her feelings, she gently said, "You can stop now, Kevin. It's okay."
"No, Maurice, we need to treat this properly to avoid scarring," Kevin insisted, continuing to tend to Maurice's foot while admiring her feet. Maurice's feet were larger, not as dainty as Evelyn's, but still soft and inviting. Her smooth thighs stirred Kevin's excitement, igniting fantasies of indulging in foot play. His arousal was evident, and he yearned to derive pleasure using Maurice's feet, reveling in the intense sensations.
Despite being in her forties, Maurice, like most women, cared about her appearance. Concerned about the potential scar, she allowed Kevin to tend to her feet. The sensation intensified, causing her thighs to quiver and her arousal to grow.
Unable to resist any longer, Maurice bit her lip, her face flushed. Since her husband became County Executive, their intimate life had dwindled. Even when they did engage, it was hurried and lacking. In the midst of her prime, she felt unfulfilled. Kevin's touch awakened deep desires within her. Beneath her nightgown, her ample breasts heaved, and a fiery heat ignited within her core. Her body responded with arousal, secreting lubrication.
"Ah, Kevin, that's enough," Maurice gasped, feeling overwhelmed. Sensations of fullness and urgency consumed her. She feared losing control if Kevin persisted. Hastily, she withdrew her foot.
Reluctantly, Kevin rose, his heart aflutter, his fingers carrying the lingering scent of Maurice's feet.
Maurice took a deep breath, battling feelings of shame and helplessness. If only her husband could match their early days, she wouldn't seek solace in a younger man. The realization embarrassed her.
Despite her desires, Maurice knew she couldn't continue this forbidden intimacy with Kevin. After a moment's hesitation, she gently said, "Kevin, it's late. You should head home."
"Oh," Kevin, who had been reluctant to leave earlier, now hesitated to depart. "What about your foot, Maurice?"
"It's fine. Look," Maurice attempted a few steps but was suddenly struck by a sharp pain, causing her to lose balance and tumble to the side.
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