Forbidden Forever (4 page)

She shrugs her
shoulders, smiles, and looks at the table. I know there is something
pulling us together, I just don't know how we are going to let go and
accept it without acting on it.

"I don't believe in
adultery. It's the one sin in my life I haven't committed and I
really wanted to stick to it," she says.

I agree because I will
be with her anyway I can have her. Friendship is a start, and one day
I will prove to her that we belong together. Every way and every day
I will make it my mission to treat her like a princess, even after
the day she finally comes home to her prince. In this moment, I know
my marriage is over and I will find a way to end it. She holds me
tight on the way back to the office and when she takes the helmet
off, her hair is mashed to her head. I would laugh, but I don't want
to make her upset, so I just watch her.

"You enchant me.
You have no idea what you do to my soul," I whisper.

"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,"
she explains.

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

"What is that
supposed to mean?" she questions me.

"For 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 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."

I reach my hand out and
grab a hold of her chin. "One day I will kiss you and when I do,
love, it will be epic," I whisper.

Laney's
POV

Over the next few months
we seem to work out great as friends; always talking and going to
lunch from time to time, along with the daily hugs. The flirting gets
more intense every day we work together; a glance, a brush of the
hand, and that damn smell that awakens something inside me that wants
to be let out. Sierra and I decide to have a girl's day out: shopping
and catching up on each other's lives. Work has been crazy and she
hasn't had many free lunches available. I miss her acting like a fool
on those days, trying to get the hot cop's attention.

We head to the town
square for some much needed girl time, and of course the Cheesecake
Factory, which is by far my favorite place to go with my best friend.
We get a table and order while she tells me about Brooke's new
boyfriend and their first date to the bowling alley. Apparently
Brooke beat him and he doesn't handle being beaten by a girl very
easily, so he stomped off and locked himself in the bathroom for
thirty minutes. What the fuck! There are no words for a man who can't
handle defeat by a woman; I can't help but laugh hysterically. The
waitress brings our meals: a Mexican tortilla salad for me and the
chicken quesadillas for Sierra. She is rambling on about all the
people we have lost at work. Both of us wonder about what is going on
since neither of us has a clue.

"So what is up with
Dr. Turner?" she asks. I roll my eyes and shake my head.

"Girl, you know
nothing is going on with us. He is my boss and we have become really
good friends. Sure I'd like to lick him from time to time, but we are
both married so that is not going to happen," I tell her.

"I see how he looks
at you, Laney. It's like you are the only one in the room, and, to be
frank, I think he would love to lick you, too. Just well... somewhere
a little wetter," Sierra jokes.

My mouth drops. "Oh
my God, you are a dirty girl. I can't even think about that without
getting wet," I tell her.

"We need to find
other ways to pass the time other than talking about Dr. Turner or
they will be mopping the floor around us," Sierra utters.

I say in all honesty,
"Dr. Chance Turner boils my bubbles." In unison we both
bust out laughing hysterically.

Sierra, laughing, says,
"Laney, he boils your bubbles. What the fuck does that mean
anyway?"

I laugh and explain my
point. "He is so hot that I basically heat up to a boil and once
the bubbles start boiling, he does or says something that makes those
bubbles boil. Just use your imagination."

"Laney, that is a
fucking awesome way of describing being turned on," Sierra
utters.

"Well, you know me,
girl, fucking awesome!" I joke.

Callie texts me saying
she is staying at Elizabeth's house tonight so I don't have to wait
up. I send a quick text to Kaleb for a check up on how his day is
going.

He replies, "Dude,
Ma, I'm fine. You don't have to check up on me all the time. I'm
skating with Joel and Mark."

I roll my eyes and
reply, "I only check because I care, and that, son, won't ever
change. Love you."

I swear boys are so
difficult. Sierra and I share a 50th anniversary chocolate cake
cheesecake, then we head home. I drop Sierra off to her car once we
get back into town, which is at the hospital. When we pull in, I
notice Dr. Turner's motorcycle in the parking lot and decide to check
to see if there is anything I can help with.

Opening the door to his
office, I see his back is to the door so I call out, "Sorry to
bother you. I was just dropping Sierra off to her car and seen you
were still here so I thought I would see if there was something I
could do for you."

That wicked grin
stretches across his face and I can feel the heat on my cheeks as I
blush.

"Laney, you could
just keep me company if you have time. I just wasn't quite ready to
go home and thought I would catch up on some paperwork for this big
proposal we have coming up. This must have been the reason I just
couldn't bring myself to leave. When I close my eyes I see your face,
but having it here in the flesh is breathtaking. Tell me about your
evening."

Waving my hand, I brush
off the words and feel self-conscious with his eyes on me. My hands
automatically go straight to cover my stomach so he can't see the
bulge that is noticeable through my outfit. I start rambling about
the shopping experience and how I could spend all day there. The
stores are designer and sometimes I feel so out of place, but they
are truly remarkable. The Tiffany and Co. building sparkles on the
outside, but the inside radiates with shimmering beauty. He laughs at
my reaction to the building, which makes me giggle and stumble over
my words as I try to explain what I mean. It just doesn't work and I
am making myself look like a goofy teenager. Oh well...I can't change
it now. It is what it is and I can't apologize for being a complete
lunatic.

"One day I am going
to give you the world, and all it will take is you letting me in
yours." His voice is full of such hope.

I can't help but smile
and peer up at him with the longing that one day I can let myself go,
run into his arms, and never let him go.

Things at home are
getting bad again and I get this fear in my gut every time I go home.
Today was no different; I was in the kitchen cooking when Michael
walks in from work, slamming the door behind him. I can see the anger
in his eyes so I take in a deep breath to prepare myself for whatever
jackass moment he is going to unleash. He looks at me with disgust.
"You need to do something, Laney. You have really let yourself
go. When is the last time you went to the gym?" I whisper to
myself...yesterday.

"I don't understand
how you say you are eating nothing, but yet here you stand in front
of me with more rolls than Merita Bakery. You are ruining my life. Do
you have any idea what these years have been like for me? Coming home
to someone who looks like you makes my stomach turn. There is no
excuse for you being this way. I can't even look at you. I have to
force myself to have sex with you and close my eyes to picture you
the way you were before. You disgust me."

He walks out and slams
the bedroom door. In what felt like one long sentence, one stab after
another, I just broke down. Falling to the kitchen floor, all I want
to do was die. My weight is the reason for everything. All the hate
he has built up in him is from something I have tried to control. The
honesty hurt so deeply I don't think I will ever look at him the same
again. He is a monster! No longer the husband that was an asshole
from time to time, but instead he is a pure evil monster. He took
away my dreams because Mr. Successful needed a trophy wife beside him
in order to be Mr. Perfect to the world. Well...to everyone but me. I
know the truth behind the mask he wears. I know the monster he is and
that it is always taken out on me in unforgivable ways; however, I
keep trying and I keep staying for more. No one could ever imagine
that words could hurt someone so severely, but those words feel more
like infected wounds that are never going to heal.

My mind goes to my
reason for staying; thankfully Callie was over at Elizabeth's so she
wasn't there while he spit out his abuse, and Kaleb was still out
doing who knows what. He always says skating, but a month ago he was
brought home with a police escort for throwing rocks into people's
windows. Michael usually made sure the kids were out when he lost it;
I mean surely we wouldn't want Mr. Perfect to be seen in any other
way to his kids. I pick myself up and head to bed where I lay most of
the night, not sleeping, but thinking of how I see myself and how he
sees me. I must not see myself right; somehow my head must play
tricks on me when I look in the mirror. I know I am overweight, but
disgusting? NO! I replay the conversation in my head over and over
until my head just can't take it anymore. I finally doze off to an
endless night of tossing and turning next to a monster, in fear of
what might happen next.

After a restless sleep,
I get up and get ready for my day at work, a place people normally
want to get away from, but I want to run to. Chance is standing at my
desk when I walk in. I shut the door behind me. It's earlier than a
normal business day so not many workers are here. One look at him and
I can't control the need I feel inside; basically throwing myself on
him, he wraps his muscular arms around me. I feel the static that
always draws me to him. I lift my head up and our eyes meet as I feel
the firmness growing in his pants pressing up against my leg. The
longing of him is making the pleasure of being this close so much
greater. The sexual desire for months has been building up and is as
heightened as it could be without just coming apart on my own. I want
his hands on me. I need him to taste me. I need to feel him in me.

I grab his face and he
presses my back to the wall. Grabbing my face in his hands, he looks
deeply into my eyes, making sure this is what I want. He knows by the
look on my face that I am ready to completely give myself to him. His
hand slides up my back and pulls my light blue blouse out of the
pants, never taking his eyes off mine. I pull off his doctor's coat
and start unbuttoning his dark purple long sleeve shirt. Taking in
the deep smell of him, I know I have just begun to feel how amazing
this is going to be no matter how wrong it is. He has opened my shirt
by this point and I drag his shirt off and toss it somewhere below
us. I see for the first time a sleeve of tattoos that seems to hold a
special theme, like some remarkable work of art, as it flows to his
back and down his chest. It is truly the hottest thing I've ever
seen. It looks like a history of pain and happiness; something I
would study later when I have more time to think clearly.

He starts undoing my
pants, then his mouth drop as his hands slide my pants down my legs
to the floor and he grabs my bare ass. Cocking his head, his grin
turns up as he speaks, "Commando? Naughty girl you should be
spanked! It's so fucking hot." Blushing, I am standing pressed
against the office wall in my bra and work shirt when he pulls back,
holds me at arm's length, and looks at me more closely than I would
prefer.

Up and down glances with
a hint of something sinful in his eyes as he leans in and whispers in
my ear, "You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
These legs, these hips." Gliding his fingers over my bra to
release my breasts, he continues, "Baby, you are very much
everything I've ever wanted."

I don't think, I just
act; my body cannot take it anymore. I grab him hard and kiss him
with so much passion that I nearly cum right there. The way he
touches me gives me a feeling I have been wanting for so long.
Wanted!
I reach down and feel his cock in my hand; it's so
hard and I can't wait to taste it. I slowly move my body lower as he
watches me intensely and I lick up the side, wetting my lips with
each stroke. Finally, I take him in, sucking hard and fast. He lets
out a moan. His salty taste is doing things to me that I wouldn't
have dreamed of. He grabs my arm and pulls me back to him and kisses
me again. He slides his hand down to the spot just below my stomach
and once he reaches my opening, he slides his finger in a gentle
teasing way, as if to send me over the edge. Two fingers now and I
can barely contain myself. Just before he grabs me up, I wrap my arms
around him as he lowers me onto his cock.