Love & Happiness (Sexy Secrets Book 3)

by Nycole S. Bailey

  As his thumb strokes over my shoulder blade, he asks the waiter for the check for our drinks. He then turns to me.

  “I know a place that I think you will like,” is all he says once he signs the bill for our drinks and rises. He holds out his hand and I don’t hesitate to place mine in his much larger one. I feel the zing of electricity skitter up my arm as his thumb strokes my palm.

  Ten minutes later we are being seated at the Chocolate Bar - a new specialty restaurant that specializes in decadent chocolate desserts. At this point, no work is being discussed. We talk about movies and current events as we eat appetizers and delicious chocolate confections. We also flirt - it starts off subtle, but by the time we leave the restaurant there is no pretending that we are not attracted to each other. When he drops me off at my car that night, I throw caution to the wind and kiss him. He is reluctant at first - mentioning that he does not want to jeopardize his friendship and business relationship with my dad. But my mouth trailing kisses along his neck while I palm his cock through his slacks sways him.

  That was the first time I fuck Mr. Harlan - right on the hood of his car.

  End Flashback

  Someone calling my name brings me out of my memories. I look up and see Charlie in my office doorway.

  “You okay Zoe?” he asks me. “I have been standing here for almost a full minute.”

  I shake my head a little, as if to dislodge the memories.

  “I’m okay,” I say and I give him a soft smile. “I just have a lot to do this afternoon and I am trying to wrap my head around it.”

  His response is a penetrating look.

  “Okay,” he finally says, thumping the door jam before he leaves - no doubt heading to his own office.

  ********

  Charlie

  When I pull into the garage after work, I am surprised to see Zoe’s car in the bay. She usually works out at the gym with Ivy and Maddie or goes to a yoga class with Liv after work; I almost always beat her home.

  I make my way up the stairs to the second floor, which is the main part of the house. All is quiet and I don’t smell any food cooking - which is not unusual. Even though we are both pretty good cooks, we tend to eat out (or order in) a lot. I make my way up the stairs to the third floor, petting Blu along the way as he lounges on one of his cat shelves on the wall.

  Just as I enter the bedroom, Zoe exits the ensuite bathroom, securing a towel around her just showered body. I let my gaze linger over her exposed skin - jealous of the water droplets clinging to her skin.

  “Did you work out today?” I ask as I make my way to the closet to empty my pockets and take off my shoes.

  “Yeah,” she replies, her voice muffled by the closet walls. I leave the closet and stand somewhat mesmerized as she sits on the bed, the towel discarded, applying lotion to her body. “I did an express cardio class, so I could get home.”

  “Oh yeah?” I adjust my cock through my khaki’s as she slowly and methodically slathers lotion up her left thigh, lingering a bit along her inner thigh - giving me a good view of her pretty pussy. “Was there a reason why you were rushing to get home or something?” I move until I am standing a few feet in front of her as she continues to tease me with her movements.

  She shakes her head, “No, I just didn’t feel like doing a full workout today.”

  She looks up at me briefly, a single vertical frown line mars her otherwise smooth forehead. I watch as she pours more lotion into her hand, working it into her supple cinnamon-hued skin as my cock continues to grow in my pants.

  I know my wife.

  Something is bothering her.

  This afternoon in the office, I sensed it, but didn’t say anything as we both got busy with work and I didn’t get a chance to talk to her. Now, I can tell that whatever was bothering her earlier, is still on her mind.

  “You okay?” I ask, knowing that she is not. She shrugs and stands, coming towards me like a sleek jungle cat. Zoe’s body is lean and toned. Her full breasts sitting high on her chest, her reddish-brown nipples pebbling as she nears me.

  She rises a bit on her tip-toes and kisses my chin as she starts to undress me. She doesn’t have to say a word to me because I know what she needs.

  ********

  Some Twenty Minutes Later

  My wife likes to take her frustrations out on me. Not in the way you think (fussing or picking a fight), no she likes to strip me naked and bounce off my cock until she wears herself out; which is what she is doing now. I am currently lying back enjoying the view of Zoe’s tits jiggling as she rides me.

  When I walked into the house after work, I knew by her demeanor that something was bothering her. However, I did not probe to find out what was bothering her, I just let her take the lead.

  I keep my hands loosely on her hips, as I am not allowed to do much more at this phase. I am patient, because I know my time is coming.

  Zoe has already cum twice; once by my mouth and once by my cock. She is trying to cum again – in vain I might add. I can see her getting more frustrated as she tries to cum a third time. She’s thinking too hard about it, so she is not getting off like she wants to.

  Knowing that it’s my time, I take over.

  “Zoe Baby, get off and get on all fours.”

  She eagerly scrambles off me and gets on all fours like a good girl. I run my hand down her slightly sweat-dampened back as I position myself behind her.

  When my wife has a bad day - a hug or a simple ‘everything will be okay’ will not do, no – when my wife has a bad day, she needs to be fucked hard and rough so she won’t even remember the bad day, which is what I am going to do.

  I kneed her ass cheeks hard as I slowly slide into her wet pussy.

  “You ready Baby?”

  ********

  Zoe - The Next Day

  I quietly start to gather my things as the staff meeting winds down, intent on making a quick get-a-away to my office. I try to focus on my Uncle Daniel as he closes the meeting out, but Charlie has his hand tucked between my legs. He has had it there for the past twenty minutes or so. Usually in meetings, we don’t sit next to each other - for reasons like this. The huge conference room table hides the position of his hand - which he has been trying to slide up to the juncture between my legs. But I have had a death grip leg-lock on his hand.

  I briefly look up and see Mr. Harlan looking our way. He has a knowing looking on his face like he knows what we are doing.

  Mr. Harlan is here again today and I wanted to scream when my dad announced the partnership deal with Mr. Harlan’s company earlier in the meeting. I really should have stuck around yesterday when Dad re-introduced me to him.

  Uncle Daniel finally closes the meeting. When I shift in my seat to rise, Charlie cups me between my legs and I am forced to stay in my seat. I can already feel the dampness in my panties.

  Charlie leans over and whispers, “You wanna take a long lunch today?” he asks, his warm breath caressing my ear.

  Long lunches are our code words for going home and fucking.

  I grin to myself, trying to keep my composure because there are people still in the conference room.

  I turn to him and raise my eyebrow.

  “Really? You didn’t get enough last night?” I ask him softly. Last night, Charlie successfully fucked me out of my bad mood and then some.

  That sexy ass smirk that I love so much graces his lips.

  “Not even close.”

  He kisses my cheek sweetly before rising and I giggle when he discreetly adjusts himself.

  “Okay - lunch is good. How about we leave around one.”

  He nods an affirmative and give me one more kiss - this time to the top of my head.

  Before I can escape to my office, my dad beckons me over.

  “Zoe, can you stay for a minute? I want to go over some things with you regarding Mr. Harlan and his company.”

  ********

  I try not to slam my office door after coming from the impromptu meeti
ng with my dad. Turns out I will be the one working with Mr. Harlan on an upcoming project.

  Great - just fucking great.

  And why do I not want to work with him? Because I use to fuck him that’s why and my husband’s office is just two doors down from mine.

  Yes, I know that makes no sense, but I am rambling!

  And before you get your panties in a knot, it is not because I am attracted to Mr. Harlan and will feel tempted by him. No, I don’t want to work for him for the simple fact that I use to fuck him and my husband could find out. Although I suppose now I will need to tell him. I am sure it would go something like this:

  Hey Charlie - you know Mr. Harlan - my dad’s business associate and friend? Well, when I was twenty-one, we fucked around.

  Oh no big deal you say - you won’t have a problem with me working with a man who taught me all about sex.

  That is how I would like for it to go, but the reality of it is that my husband would say that he was cool with it since it happened in the past. But he would be actively looking at Mr. Harlan closely to see if he steps out of line. And if Charlie thinks that he is in any way being inappropriate with me, he will revert to a caveman and more than likely beat Mr. Harlan’s ass - for nothing more than than the simple fact that he saw me naked and fucked me all those years ago.

  While Charlie knows some about my sexual past, he doesn’t know details. He knows I was involved with an older man (although I told him the older man was just seven years my senior, not fifteen) when I was a senior in college and he knows that this older man basically turned me out and flipped my freak switch.

  I sit and stew for a few moments before re-focusing and getting back to work. About thirty minutes later, there is a knock on my door and guess who it is.

  James fucking Harlan.

  I make sure to erase my face of any emotion and I let him in my office. As I take my seat behind my desk, he takes a seat in one of the chairs in front on my desk. He crosses his legs. Usually I frown upon men who cross their legs, but Mr. Harlan pulls it off - making it look masculine.

  I wait for him to speak, but he says nothing; looking at me with a smug expression that makes me want to punch him in the face. He picks a non-existence piece of lint from the cuff of his shirt. I try not to roll my eyes.

  "What do you want Mr. Harlan?” I ask when it becomes evident that I will have to speak first.

  He runs his tongue over his bottom lip and gives me that smile that used to make my panties disappear. Now it just annoys me.

  "Why so formal?” he asks. When I don't reply he continues. "I just wanted to check-in to discuss the project and to see how you have been doing.”

  Without missing a beat, I start discussing the project, throwing out figures and projections as I pull up some information that my dad e-mailed me earlier. When I look back at Mr. Harlan, he looks dumbfounded and lost. As I keep talking, I reach into my desk drawer - pulling out a notebook and toss it at him.

  “You might want to take some notes,” is all I say as I continue my spiel. He takes a pen from his jacket pocket and starts to jot down notes. We discuss the project for the next half hour. When we are done, I turn back to my computer and pull up our company’s instant messaging application.

  I send a quick message to Charlie - asking him if he is ready for lunch. It is just a few minutes after twelve-thirty and if he is not busy, we can leave early.

  “In addition to growing into a beautiful woman, you also have become a great business woman,” Mr. Harlan says as I wait for Charlie to respond.

  “Thank you,” I say reluctantly.

  “So tell me Zoe - how have you been? How has life been treating you?” He makes a point of looking at my wedding ring when he says this. “I must say that I was somewhat surprised to learn that you were married.”

  I frown and I am about to let a few cuss words slip when he holds up his hands in a surrendering gesture.

  “Not that you are not marriage material. Any man would be very lucky to have you as his wife. You were just always so independent that I just thought any man would have a hard time convincing you to marry him.”

  I don’t say anything and just look at him.

  A knock on my open door has me looking that way and I am relieved to see Charlie.

  “I’ll come back,” Charlie says as he starts to leave the doorway.

  “Charlie - wait!” I yell out. “I’m ready.” I grab my purse from my bottom desk drawer before I lock my computer.

  “Mr. Harlan and I are done with our meeting. I was just waiting on you.” My voice is almost breathless as I leave my desk and meet my husband at the door. Charlie grabs me around the waist pulling me close to him and whispering what he is going to do to me when we get home. I am so giddy with excitement and lust that I barely hear Charlie speaking to Mr. Harlan as he ushers me out of my office.

  Chapter 5- Scenes from a Marriage

  Charlie - A Friday in Mid-September

  There are certain sounds and smells in the world that I hold dear.

  I love the sound my wife makes when I enter her. It is not quite a moan and not quite a sigh - but a wonderful combination of both.

  I love the smell of my wife’s neck as we drift off to sleep at night - me spooning her with my face tucked into the back of the neck. And this is where I usually have my face buried when we wake in the mornings.

  Right now, as I wake, I smile against the back of her neck as I let my hands roam down her body. When my hand reaches her ass, I slowly massage the firm globes.

  I start to plant kisses to the back on her neck and Zoe sighs in contentment.

  “You awake?” I ask her softly - my voice rough with sleep.

  Her response is to turn over onto her back. Her eyes are still closed, but with the morning light filtering through the curtains, I see a slight smile on her face. Once again, my hands roam down her body. This time between her legs. I slowly slide in one finger - then two as I start to finger her. Her eyes pop open and I hold her gaze. We don’t speak as I finger fuck her slow and methodically. Her pussy is so wet that her juices coat my fingers and are trickling down my hand to my wrist.

  I keep up my fingering as her eyes flutter closed and she arches her back, cumming hard on my fingers. I still my hand, letting her recover from the orgasm. When she opens her eyes, I slowly pull my fingers out and lick my fingers clean. Before I get out of bed, I kiss her forehead.

  “Good morning Baby,” I say, “I’m gonna go for a run.”

  ********

  I make it back home from my run a little after eight. Since Wood and the Twins are out of town for business this week, I have been skipping the gym and running a few miles in the neighborhood instead. I make a quick stop by the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, chugging it before I feed Blu and refresh his water dish.

  I toss my empty water bottle in the trash, making my way upstairs for a shower and to get ready for the work day. Zoe is already up and showered. I find her in her bra and panties, sitting at her vanity table - putting on makeup.

  “Hey Baby,” I say, giving her a kiss on the top of her head before stripping and getting into the shower.

  I am showered and dressed in no time. I smell bacon and coffee as I leave our bedroom and head down the stairs. When I enter the kitchen, Zoe is plating bacon and eggs onto two plates, setting them on the breakfast bar along with two bowls of steaming grits. She also sets a cup of coffee next to my plate. Before I dig into my food, I take a sip from my coffee cup. The second I set it down, Zoe reaches for my cup and takes a few sips from it before setting it back down next to my plate.

  My wife claims she doesn’t like coffee, yet every morning she will take two to three sips from from my coffee cup. When I offer to pour her a cup, she always turns up her nose and says, “you know I don’t like coffee. I just need a sip or two of yours to get me going.”

  We are silent for a few minutes as we eat our breakfast. Once I have wolfed down most of mine, I take another
sip of coffee before I speak.

  “So, you and the girls are having your girls’ night out tonight, right?” She nods her head as she finishes chewing her food.

  “Yeah. I’m going to leave work around four so I can get ready. We are meeting for drinks first then having dinner at some fancy Brazilian Steakhouse.”

  “Are you guys taking a cab or are one of you driving?”

  “We haven’t decided yet, but we’ll figure it out.”

  ********

  Even though Zoe and I work together, it’s rare that we work together on projects. I spend a majority of my day out of the office at various construction sites or in meetings with various contractors and vendors. Every once in a while, we will have lunch together - which means we go home and fuck, but for the most part, our paths rarely cross at work and I rarely miss her during the day.

  However, since she is leaving early today, she has been closed off in her office since we arrived this morning - I find myself missing my wife. I spend most of the morning in meetings with my father-in-law (aka Pop) and James Harlan. So at lunch time, since Zoe is occupied and with Wood being out of town - I find myself going to lunch with Pop and James.

  We end up at Hooters (at the suggestion of James) and while myself and Pop are unaffected by the bevy of scattered asses and tits, James looks like he has won the lottery. I watch him as his eyes light upon tit after tit and ass after ass. When Pop has to take a quick business call, I am left at the table with James.

  “So tell me Charlie,” James begins before taking a sip of his soft drink. “How did you catch the eye of the fair Zoe? I will admit that I was surprised when Matt introduced you as his son-in-law.”

  “Surprised?” I ask, cocking my head slightly to the side and I focus fully on him. “And why did that surprise you?”

  “Oh you know,” he starts. “I would have thought Wood to be more her type than you. I figured she would go for the big black African warrior and not Tarzan.”

  I instantly feel a tickle of anger crawl up my spine, but I don’t let it show. I let out a humorless chuckle instead.