Chapter 8

Jared's POV

What I disliked the most about this job are the night-shifts, well, at the beginning at least. They seemed rather boring in comparison to being somewhere with Mr. Jackson.

However the job pays well and I actually like it here with Mr. Jackson and his family, especially his wife, Maeve.

She's kind, caring, sweet and beautiful. She's an absolute dream for any man out there. But she's taken. By not only any man but by THE most famous man in the world.

And no one knows. She's his little secret. If I had her, I would show her off, treat her like a queen instead of hiding her.

She doesn't deserve this, but then, who I am to interfere?

I'm just a security guard, I don't know much about them, I don't know how they met and I haven't walked the path they did.

As security I am responsible for Michael's safety, nothing more, nothing less. I'm not supposed to ask questions or become friends with them but ever since Maeve offered me that cup of tea, I feel different towards my responsibility towards this job, different towards her.

Of course, I cannot let my feelings control me, that's why I try my best to hide them.

However, I was on my nightly walk through Neverland. One of my colleagues wanted to join me but I'm glad something else needed his attention. I rather be alone.

As I walked past the main house I noticed the light was still on in the kitchen and I got my hopes high that Maeve would sit outside with a cup of tea and a book, like she sometimes does, when everyone else is asleep. But to my dismay she wasn't sitting outside.

I walked a little further but made sure to stay hidden, protected by the dark where she wouldn't be able to see me but I could see her clearly, even from a distance.

Maeve was sitting on the countertop, her side facing me, wearing an oversized T-shirt which I figured belonged to Michael.

Her eyes were closed as she threw her head back, her mouth slightly opened.

My eyes traveled down her body where I found her feet tangled around Michael's shoulders. He was kneeling in front of her with his hands gripped tight around her naked waist as his head dug deep in between her thighs.

Knowing I should look away, I couldn't, too mesmerized by Maeve in this moment of intimacy shared between husband and wife.

With one hand Maeve supported her body, while the other hand got lost in Michael's hair.

Every now and then she bit her lip, I imagined her fighting back the moans that come with pleasure. But when Michael noticed her resistance his grip on her hips tightened, pulling her closer to him, if that's even possible.

As soon as he did so her head flew back again and her mouth sprung open. Oh, how I wish they would've left a window open.

Maeve's hand still held on to Michael's hair as it looked like she was pulling him, to which he obeyed.

Now I noticed Michael was only wearing Pyjama pants, I was too busy staring at Maeve to give him any attention.

Their lips met immediately and started moving in sync while Michael's hands roamed underneath her shirt.

They broke their contact and Michael said something before Maeve held her hands up while he pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it to the side, leaving her completely naked.

Good God.

Michael looked down at her and bit his lips, well, so did I.

I guess, I missed the appropriate timing to leave them be so I might as well stay for the rest and as I brought my attention back to Maeve's face that stared hungrily at her husband whose eyes were darted to her breasts, mine followed soon after.

Although I could only see them from the side, I was more than pleased with what she had to offer.

Her husband started leaving small kisses along her chest and to her breast before carefully playing with her nipple that looked like it was already rock hard.

My attention brought me back to her facial expression as Michael yet again left small kisses all over her chest. She laughed and in my head I heard her sweet giggles which made me smile lightly as well.

Her laugh was interrupted by Michael crashing their lips back together but soon after she broke the kiss, visibly gasping.

For a moment I was confused but I soon noticed Michael thrusting into her.

Yet again, I was too focused on Maeve to notice Michael who still was wearing his pants, probably not having enough time to pull them down completely.

I mean, who would want to waste even a second with a girl like Maeve?

Michael's thrusts were hard and in a steady rhythm while his curls swayed along.

He had one hand on her lower back, pulling her closer as her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. She gripped his neck and shoulder and while Michael kept thrusting I wondered if Maeve was the type to scream his name rather than just randomly moaning. I guess I'll never know.

Her head flew back once again with her mouth as wide open as it can be before she forcefully crashed their foreheads together. Both Michael and Maeve had their eyes squeezed shut and mouths opened, probably moaning in unison.

Soon their peak was over and Michael's thrusts became sloppy before his head collapsed in the crook of Maeve's neck. She then wrapped her hands tightly around him as his movements stopped completely.

They stayed like this for a while, embraced in each other. Maeve's hand continued playing with Michael's curls until he let go of her.

Her body leaned weakly against his as he adjusted his pants, this time I noticed. Still, Maeve's body was in the way, I couldn't see anything. Not that I wanted to, though.

My gaze traveled back to Maeve who still was completely naked, seated on the countertop.

"Jared? Everything alright?" I heard one of my colleagues voices through the walkie-talkies and while I thought of a good excuse on why I'm not back yet I took one last glance at Maeve's body before turning around to continue my round.