Forbidden Forever (3 page)

Blushing, which is what
I seem to always be doing when he is around, I say no. "With
eyes like that, you could get any man to do whatever you want. And
with that being said, please never look down. I always want to see
your eyes."

With my face turning
beet red, I smile back at him and murmur, "Okay. I'll see what I
can do."

He puts his hands out
like a model advertising a new product. "This is a Harley
Davidson Fat Boy." He beams.

I smile at his
excitement over a bike. I giggle and grab for the helmet, our hands
touching for a brief moment. Rolling my eyes to break away from the
heat I see in those eyes, I slip on my helmet. He places my things in
a side bag on the bike.

"A joy ride. I've
done nothing but think about you, especially you on my bike, since
the moment I saw you," he admits.

I feel like I am doing
something wrong as I climb on the back and wrap my arms loosely
around his waist.

He grabs me with force
and says, "Honey, you better get a tight grip on me because I'm
taking you on the ride of your life."

His arm caresses mine
and we are off. Oh my God! I am seriously all heated below and my
face looks like I just had an orgasm right here on a motorcycle.
Wait, what am I doing?
Married, Laney. Married!
I have to
start treating this man like my boss. My husband is an asshole, sure,
but I am the one who puts up with it. I shouldn't let another man
touch me this way. Is this a way? Oh geez, I am really over-thinking
things. I am too fat for anyone to want, especially someone so…well,
so hot and powerful. As we drive, I notice he is taking the scenic
route along Palm Coast parkway. Wow, it's going by quickly, but it's
so beautiful. The water calms me as I watch the waves crash over and
over again.

We pull into the
restaurant's small parking lot, although it's more of a shack than a
restaurant. We place our orders and have a seat outside on the picnic
tables. The beach is right across the street and I can feel the
warmth of the sun. I would have never come here on my own because I
am such a picky eater. I am hungry so I dig in to my quesadillas. He
has ordered some UFO creation that looks to be full of lots of things
spicy and heated. Pretty perfect choice for this man; I could devour
him in a moment just by the way he looks at me. He starts talking
about his upcoming plans for the Heart Center and suddenly he pauses,
glances up at me, and grins.

"You are so darn
cute. I can't keep my eyes off you. I know we are both married and
this is wrong on more levels than humanly possible, but I just have
to let it out before I explode. I feel an electrical static when I am
with you. I have a feeling you feel it, too. Tell me if I'm wrong?"

I am in shock, but
manage to mumble, "No, you are not wrong. I feel it, too."

He goes on to ask me
about my life, marriage, and kids. I don't know what comes over me,
but I just start talking. It's like I can't stop. I tell him my
husband is an ass who hates me because I look, well, like this and
then talk about the most important thing in my life, my kids.

"Why do you stay?"
He interrupts me.

"My kids;
everything in my life has always been about them. I want them to have
the best of everything, and as a child to divorced parents, I never
would want to put my kids through that. Sometimes there are things
bigger than you and to me. That is them," I say.

We sit in silence for a
while and he hasn't taken his eyes off of me the entire time.

Suddenly, he opens up.
"My wife, Catherine, and I don't ever get along. I'm probably
just as unhappy as you but in different ways. She is always more into
what I can do to make her more money and less concerned about our
marriage being non-existent. I love being with you. Seeing you smile
makes my whole day. I find myself wanting to do more things to see
it. Maybe we can be adults and keep things friendly without getting
out of control. Maybe each other's company will bring some happiness
in our lives without breaking any rules."

I shrug my shoulders and
smile. As I look down on the table, I can feel the charge between us
and I glance up and into his eyes, and utter, "We can sure try
it out. I don't believe in adultery. It's the one sin in my life that
I haven't committed and I really wanted to stick to it."

He agrees; he has no
clue to the secrets that are behind the eyes he can't stop looking
at. I hold him tightly as we drive back to work, and once arriving, I
realize I have helmet hair. Next time, I should surely put my hair in
braids to keep it from looking like a mess. I grab the brush from my
purse and get it looking somewhat normal before we walk back to the
office. Chance is staring at me, which makes me nervous. I just don't
know why he makes me feel the way I do. Is it knowing he thinks I am
sexy that turns me on? Or is it the fact that I have not been looked
at like that in so many years?

"You enchant me.
You have no idea what you do to my soul," he murmurs. His words
speak to my heart.

"Chance, you can't
say things like that to me and expect this to be an easy friendship.
I am committed to my marriage and you should be committed to yours,"
I utter.

"My marriage isn't
what most marriages start out to be, Laney. We didn't marry for
love," he confesses.

"What is that
supposed to mean?" I ask, confused.

"Another time. Just
know I have been faithful to my wife for 6 years and she is just as
unhappy as I am. It is time for a change and you are my change. One
day I will prove to you that this is right; we are meant to be
wrapped up in each other for the rest of our lives. Until you open
your eyes and heart and feel that faith has put us together to bring
us undue happiness then I will wait by your side and show you every
day that you are my future." His hand reaches out and grabs a
hold of my chin. "One day I will kiss you, and when I do, love,
it will be epic," he whispers.

How can words turn my
body to mush? If I breathe the wrong way, my body will send me into
orgasmic convulsions. Holy fuck, everything about this man turns me
on.

Chance's
POV

Leaving this woman to go
sit in this office all by myself is torture. I need more time with
her, other than the time spent at work. I pick up my phone and buzz
her desk. "Yes?" Her voice comes over my speaker and sends
tingling sensations all over my body. I ask her to come out to lunch,
a business lunch. It's the perfect excuse to spend more time with her
outside of these four walls. Of course she said yes, how was she
going to tell her boss no? I clear my schedule for the next couple
hours because we are not going to have lunch here in this stuffy
cafeteria. I am going to take her for a drive by the beach, and what
would you know? I brought my bike today so I will get to see what
that nice ass looks like on it.

The day flies by and my
heart is racing. I feel like a kid on Christmas morning waiting to
get downstairs. I don't know why she makes me feel this way, but I
love being so excited to see someone, to hear someone's voice. I have
never felt this way in my life and I have to tell her what is going
on so she doesn't think I am a weirdo anymore. Poor girl never got to
see that I can actually be quite charming and maybe even a little
funny. I'm not just the man with a white coat on, staring at her
beautiful face. Who am I kidding? I don't think I'll ever get enough
of her beauty and pink cheeks.

It's finally time to go
so I take off my white coat and hang it on the rack next to the door.
Upon opening my office door, I see her looking into a hand-held
mirror, applying lip gloss. Those lips are moist as she rubs them
together and drops the mirror back into her purse. Her head turns and
a smile stretches across her face when she catches me watching her.
My heart stops for a beat, and possibly even two, when our eyes meet.
We reach my bike, which is a big surprise to her as her eyes widen in
fear and maybe a hint of excitement. I narrow my eyes and give my
best sly grin. "Have you ever been on a motorcycle before?"
She shakes her head no and puts her head down, as if she is
embarrassed.

My hand gently touches
her face to tilt it up so I can look her in the eye. "Has anyone
ever told you your eyes are hypnotic?"

Blushing, she utters the
word, "No."

"With eyes like
that, you could get any man to do whatever you want. And with that
being said, please never look down. I always want to see your eyes."

I put my arms out like a
model on a game show, showing her my Harley Davidson Fat Boy. She
smiles because I am acting like a fucking idiot about my bike, but
it's my baby. She laughs the sweetest little giggle and takes the
helmet. Her hand touches mine and I can feel that the excitement I am
feeling is no longer for the bike, but for her. I grab her things
from her delicate hands so I can try to conceal the fact that my dick
is hard. I slip them into the side bag on my bike and take a seat,
running my fingers though the mop on top of my head. I put my helmet
on and pat the seat behind me.

Letting out the thoughts
in my head, I say, "A joy ride. I've done nothing but think of
you and you on my bike, since the moment I saw you." She plants
her ass on the back and I feel her thighs on either side of me. Her
arms wrap lightly around me and I grab them to pull her closer.
"Honey, you better get a grip because I am taking you on the
ride of your life." I wish I could see her face when I take off
out of the hospital parking lot, but the warmth of her skin on mine
is all I can focus on. One day I hope to lay her ass over my bike in
every position imaginable. Fuck, I am a married man! I just need to
know where she stands and what she thinks of me, if anything at all.

I don't know why she
tries to hide her body around me. I know I am staring more than a
normal person, but surely she is used to men finding her attractive.
I take the scenic route on Palm Coast Parkway so she can get the true
feeling of the ocean air and sun of her face. Something about riding
a motorcycle gives you a sense of freedom, calmness; and truthfully,
it's just badass. We pull into the Taco Shop, which is a small shack
building with colorful picnic tables out front. It doesn't seem like
much, but the food here is the best if you are looking for Mexican. I
remember her saying she likes Mexican in one of the many talks I
include in the morning meetings. We park and I take her helmet, place
it on the back of the bike, and grab for her hand to lead her inside.

She doesn't flinch; she
just grabs it and follows behind me. I order the UFO and she gets the
basic cheese and chicken quesadillas. Simple. I like that. We take a
seat at the picnic table under a tiki umbrella and I begin talking
about our upcoming plans for the Heart Center so she doesn't think I
lied about it being a business lunch. Sometimes when I am around her,
I can't control what comes out of my mouth.

Pausing, I glance up at
her and grin. "You are so darn cute. I can't keep my eyes off
you. I know we are both married and this is wrong on more levels than
humanly possible, but I just have to let it out before I explode. I
feel an electrical static when I am with you. I have a feeling you
feel it, too. Tell me if I'm wrong?"

She is shocked by what
comes out and I know it is wrong, but I would never have her if I
didn't let my feelings be known.

"No, you are not
wrong. I feel it, too," she admits.

I know my mouth drops
open for a brief moment. I quickly close my mouth to finish
expressing my feelings before she is able to stop me. I ask her about
her marriage, kids, her life, and if she is happy. She's just starts
opening up to me. She begins telling me her husband is an asshole who
hates her because of how she looks. What the hell does that mean? I
am looking at her trying to see what I was missing. She is gorgeous
in every way I can see, from the way her lips make this cute little
curve when she is thinking, to the freckle on her cheek, still
visible through the makeup.

I feel sad for her and
it makes me want to wrap my body around hers to protect her from the
horrible man who she goes home to every night. I want to protect her,
to cherish her, and to love her deeply and completely.

I interrupt her with,
"Why do you stay?"

Without a breath, she
says, "My kids."

Her daughter and son are
her life and that is what keeps her going every day. She wants them
to have the world and that is what I want to give her. I stare at her
in silence and decide to open up to get her mind off whatever has
removed that amazing smile from her face.

"My wife and I just
don't ever get along. I'm probably just as unhappy as you but in
different ways. She is always more into what I can do to make her
more money than focusing on our relationship being nonexistent. I
love being with you. Seeing you smile makes my whole day. I find
myself wanting to do more things to see it. Maybe we can be adults
and keep things friendly without getting out of control. Maybe each
other's company will bring some happiness in our lives without
breaking any rules."