Eve wrapped the bedsheet around her curves. She and Julian were enjoying the afterglow of their tempestous lovemaking, and it seemed that Julian was not sated just yet. He kept trying to pull the sheet off of her.

"Julian, you're incorrigible," she admonished, smiling. Eve got up from the bed quickly, snatching the sheet out of his hand.

"The most beautiful, enchanting, and sexy woman in the world is leaving my bed. How else would I behave?" he pouted, though his hazel eyes twinkled at her.

"Like a man who would just made love with this apparently beautiful woman. Not ungrateful, are you?" Eve laughed at the hurt expression Julian assumed.

"My love, do I seem ungrateful? I cherish every moment we spend together. No matter what we are doing, it is a blessing to merely be in your presence." He sat up, leaning towards her. "However, there are certain times that proximity--and view--are even more enjoyable."

"View, hm? Let's see if I can help with that." A mischievous smile curved Eve's lips as she lowered the sheet just enough so Julian could see the golden tops of her breasts .

Julian's mouth went dry. "It is cruel to tease, my love. I daresay you actually enjoy your torment." He rose from the bed, naked, circling her like a panther. "Perhaps I should dab some Drakkar on my neck...that will level the playing field, as they call it."

"Haven't you done that already? As I recall, you had me bound to your bed in the Crane cabin. You are not the one who fights fair, Julian." Eve lowered the sheet even more, but all Julian could still see was deep cleavage. Not that he minded, but...

"Why should I fight fair?" He came up behind her, and pressed himself against her. Eve could feel his powerful arousal against her, and her resolve to tease him weakened under his simple but effective assault on her senses.

"Because...because you love me," she panted, her will slipping away by the second. Julian embraced her, then he snatched the sheet off.

"It's because I love you that I cannot. You want me as much as I want you, so why deny ourselves," he growled in her ear. He blew into it, then proceeded to swirl his tongue around the delicate whorls. Eve moaned, her desire for him now at a fever pitch.

"Oh yes, my love," he whispered, his lips burning a trail down her neck as his hands cupped her breasts. "I will not let you suffer this torment alone." Sweeping her into his arms, Julian carried her back the bed. He smiled at Eve's flushed face. "I never grow tired of you, my darling."

"Nor I, you. Make love to me Julian...make love to me."

He gladly obliged.

Julian leaned over and brushed a gentle kiss on a sleeping Eve's forehead. "The years have not changed you, my love. You are still the angel I saw that first night in the Blue Note a lifetime ago." After they had made love, Julian insisted on giving Eve a full body massage, which led to yet another round of lovemaking. Eve was so fulfilled--and exhausted--that she fell asleep.

Rising from the bed, Julian donned his robe so he could take a shower. Afterwards, he was refreshed, but energetic still. After casting a wistful glance at the sleeping Eve, he decided to go for a swim.. He wandered through several rooms, until he came to the indoor pool.

"Perfect," he grinned, "just what the doctor ordered. "Or rather she would, if she weren't sleeping." He headed to the changing room, and came back out wearing his trunks.

"Julian?" He turned around to see Whitney standing there, wearing a pool robe.

"Hello, my dear." He smiled.

"I'm sorry, I am still getting used to calling you Father." She reddened.

"It is quite understandable, Whitney. This is still all very new to you, as it is to me. " Julian smiled at her, and sat down on a pool chair. "You've had a lot to deal with, in regard to your mother and I. "

Whitney sat down across from him. "You really do love my mother, don't you?"

"I love her more than words can describe,Whitney. I am so blessed to have her back in my life...and even more blessed to know that you are our daughter." Julian took a deep breath. "I could not ask for anything more in life."

"I don't know what to say."

"Whitney, do not feel obligated to say anything you are not certain of. Just know that I will do everything in my power to make you and your mother happy."

"I appreciate that, you are very kind."

"I am your father, Whitney. I admit this will take time for all of us to get used to, but I want to be the best father I can be...will you help me?" He held his hand out to her.

"Of course I will." Whitney smiled at him. On impulse, she got up and hugged him.

Julian held his daughter to him, his eyes glassy.

"I can ask no more than that."

TC lay against the wall in the Crane shed, grinning horribly. He daydreamed of his revenge on Eve...

"No, TC, NO!" Eve screamed. TC held her down. He leaned close to her, enough to see the fear in her eyes.

"You didn't say no to that bastard Crane," he growled. He slapped her across the face. "You won't say no to ME!"TC ran one hand down her bruised cheek, then ripped her blouse open. "Now it's time for you to perform like you did for Crane! " He clamped his lips on hers in a punishing kiss, while he cruelly grabbed at her breasts.

Eve struggled as TC used his knee to part her legs. He seized her wrists in one hand, and used the other to yank up Eve's skirt. "Yeah, Eve, you still feel good...too bad you wasted it on that bastard who fathered Whitney!"

"TC, please don't!" Eve pleaded, as TC freed himself from his pants, his lecherous intentions clear...

TC 's grin grew even wider. Oh, revenge would be sweeter than he ever dreamed.