Forbidden Forever

by Christy Dilg

  I drive my car tonight because I am wearing this tux and the last thing it needs is bug guts stuck to it when I get there. I pull into the hospital and notice Laney's car parked in the back where she usually parks. It must be out of habit to park so far out. I walk in and get stopped what feels like a million times before I finally see her on the other side of the room. Her hair is down the way I like, with a little curl to it that isn't over the top. Before I reach the table, I notice her legs crossed and I can see the top of her thigh from the slit in her dress. My heart skips a beat at the sight of her creamy skin and I can already tell where this night is headed. I'll have a hard on and be hiding behind chairs and napkins so everyone around me can't see how happy I am to be here in a room with her.

  Chapter 10

  Sierra notices me but doesn't say anything to Laney and walks away with the waiter instead. It is possible she didn't see me, but I think she knows more than she lets on. I reach Laney and bend down to her delectable ear. "You look absolutely stunning, Laney. Please come and dance with me," I say in a deep tone. Being this close to her around all these people watching our every move is a huge turn on because I know it is forbidden. She takes my hand and we walk to the dance floor. There are not a lot of people dancing so it makes it even more noticeable that we have wrapped ourselves into one another.

  "So, Dr. Turner, are you worried about what everyone is thinking right now?" she says smugly.

  I laugh. "No. I'll go dance with Sierra later and really get their minds going."

  She shakes her head and loose curls bounce in the light.

  "That might make you a man whore, Dr. Turner. Getting a bad rep and so soon after your separation. Shame. Shame," she says.

  "Did you just call me a whore, Mrs. Collins?" I joke.

  "Yes, I did," she says, leaning her head up to face me, laughing.

  "If we weren't in a room full of hospital employees, I would bend you over my knee," I tease.

  "That sounds really fucking hot, Dr. Turner," she whispers.

  "Damn, my cock just got hard. Are you trying to turn me on?" I grab my pants to readjust them.

  "You better believe it. I'm so fucking horny right now I don't know how much more of being this close I can take," she breathlessly admits.

  "I need to make some rounds and make the proposal speech, once that is done you can leave. I will be behind you shortly after. Meet me at my car," I utter.

  "Will you spank me if I don't?" she teases me.

  "I'll spank you if you do." I grin.

  If she only knew how badly I would love to watch her cheeks turn pink and to hear her moan my name as I make her cum. Fuck, I need to get out of here before I have a mess to clean up, or worse, make her look like some home wrecker. What the gossipers don't know is that my home was wrecked before it got started. I slip my key out of my pocket and drop it down her bared cleavage without bringing it to anyone's attention. The proposal for the expansion of the Heart Center went over so well I think they might approve the funding for it. Man, that girl has brought a lot of luck into my life already. I see Laney get up from her table and leave out the front door. I make more rounds, shaking hands and talking with the board directors of the hospital.

  Ten minutes feels like a lifetime when you are waiting for something better than dessert. Oh yes, she is better than any desserts I have ever had touch my lips. I express to everyone that I have to head home because I have a phone meeting in the early morning. No one questions me since I have been working so hard on getting funding for the expansion. I open the car door and get into the seat, grab the key from the console, and crank the car. I love the sound it makes when it first comes to life. Not quite as sexy as my Harley but still one hot sound. I see her thigh showing from the way her dress has risen up in the seat. I have wanted to touch it all night so I slowly and softly place my hand on it. She jerks just a hair from the intensity only we share together.

  My breath quickens because the feel of her is like drinking your first cup of coffee in the morning or tasting the finest chocolate. There are no words to describe the feeling; you just have to let yourself feel it for yourself. Something you love to taste, love to smell, love to feel. That's her for me. Ecstasy! I want to take her for a ride down the coast to one of my favorite spots. I have only been here alone and usually come when my life seems like it will never get to a place I can truly be happy. I want to share it with her because she has filled me with more completeness in the last several months than I have felt in the last several years.

  "You like the car?" I ask.

  She just keeps staring at it like she is in awe.

  "Umm, is that a trick question? Because this car is orgasmic. I don't just like it, I fucking love it," she jokingly explains.

  I ask with a wicked smile, "More than me?"

  "Well, if I was a car, I would totally do it." She bats her amazing blue eyes at me and smirks.

  "Oh hell no, I'll have to do something about that. No way is a car going to make you that hot. It's on!" I hissed.

  I pick her up and swing her around until I finally crush our lips together. Setting her on the top of my car, I waste no time in getting my hands between her thighs, but abruptly stop and set her back down at my feet. I grab her hand and lead her to the dock that will take us out to the inlet. It couldn't have been a more perfect night with the moon being in full bloom and the temperature perfect for the things I have planned. She kisses my neck softly and glides her tongue up my jaw. This woman has no idea how this feels for me. After years of being married to someone and having no passion with them, I feel like this is my first time. Deep down I am so nervous. I know we have done it before, but it was in the heat of the moment and I have had so much time to think about all the ways I would have made her feel more.

  I grab her hair, pulling her head back so I can press my lips to hers. The feel of her lips on mine, the taste of her tongue just has me wanting more. I reach down to her ass and pull her close to me. She is insanely turning me on with every movement she makes. Her leg wraps around me as I reach for the zipper on her dress. I want this fucking thing off her so I can feel her skin on mine. It pools at her feet; carefully, I lean her back on the deck and her hands have undone my zipper and firmly grabbed a hold of my cock. Fuck. The pressure building inside is so intense I am about to explode but I know this is for her, not me. I release the bra and lick each nipple teasingly as they hardened from the intensity. My hand reaches the opening of that pink pussy I have been waiting for days to fill again. The wetness and warmness I feel is so fucking earth shattering. I start with one finger just to feel the amazing slickness, sliding in two fingers to pleasure her and circling her clit to drive her crazy.

  I am so lost in the moment that my only thoughts are on pleasing her and how great it makes me feel. I lean up and lick her stomach, just above her sex, and I place her leg on my shoulder and get in the best position I can imagine at this moment. I want to taste her so bad and make her feel like she made me feel that day in my office—the day that changed my whole life. Her legs relax, giving me access to the prime location. I am sucking, licking, going in and out and then she moves her hand down to her clitoris and starts moving in a circular motion, up and down. Holy fuck! I didn't think I could be more turned on than watching her touch herself as I am pleasing her. I can't take it anymore and I stick my dick into her wet, swollen pussy and rock in and out until we both come apart.

  Our breath is heavy and I can't hold myself up any longer. Lying next to her, I put my cock back in my pants. Though she is wearing nothing, she doesn't try to hide herself, but instead wraps herself around me.

  Breaking the silence after minutes pass and we gaze at the stars, I whisper, "I love you. I love everything about you, Laney. I love the inner child, the confident professional, the mother, the best friend and my lover. I just want to love you as my wife."

  She answers, "Someday I will be." I don't know if she means it enough to leave her husband and break up her family, but f
or today I will take it. I smile. She stands up after the night air gets too cool to lay in undressed. I walk up behind her after she finishes getting redressed and wrap my arms around her waist. Breathing in her smell brings a sense of calmness over me. I nibble at her ear and she slaps me on the arm. I want to jump from her reaction but she starts giggling.

  "Don't you ever have enough?" she asks.

  "No, I don't think I'll ever get my fill of you. You are like an addiction I don't want to kick," I say.

  "I hope you never do," she confesses.

  "No worries, my love. It will never happen. What I feel for you is something I have only dreamed of, never felt. I will never let you go," I admit.

  "You never felt this way about your wife?" she asks.

  "No, our relationship was never based on love like that but more like a friendly business arrangement. We didn't really choose the life we had together it seemed to choose us," I admit.

  "I don't understand. How does something like marriage choose you?" she questions me.

  "Well, Laney, it is a long story and I'd rather not talk about it right now. It doesn't affect anything that happens anymore. I want to look to a future with you and spend all my moments in the here and now. No more past and no more sadness. Just us," I say.

  "This is all I want, too, but I want to know your life and if you don't want to let me in then how will I let you in?" she utters.

  "I didn't mean forever, sweetness. I mean right in this moment, can't we just be us? We will discuss this at another time. I want you to know everything about me and I want to know everything about you," I murmur.

  We head back to the hospital and I drop her off at her car. Watching her safely pull away, I sit alone, saddened by the fact she isn't coming home with me tonight. I head to my empty house, full of the last six years of my life. It's time to get out of here so maybe Laney will see I am for real about us. I don't want us to be forbidden, but instead I want her to see us as forever.

  Chapter 11

  Laney's POV

  The week flies by and we have Saturday planned so we can spend some time together. Chance has been moving his things from his house into the condo throughout the week. His soon-to-be ex-wife left to visit her parents to give him time to retrieve his things. Apparently she is very pleased about the whole thing, though he didn't tell her about me. Strangest relationship ever, in my opinion, but who am I to judge? I've been married to an asshole for years and now I am having an affair with my boss. There was no reason to make things more difficult than they already are, especially since she was happy it was over. Callie is staying with Brooke tonight so she won't be questioning my whereabouts; however, the lie breaks my heart.

  Kaleb is going to stay at his friend Dylan's because they are heading out early to surf. I can't wait until the day I can tell them the truth and again the day they forgive me. Michael prefers me to be gone, so my day is pretty much free to do with as I please. Saturday morning I get up early and clean the house. The only thing, other than how grossly fat I am, that Michael hates is for the house to be dirty. His idea of dirty is looking under every piece of furniture to see a piece of lint out of place. A year ago while Callie and Kaleb was away on a trip to Washington D.C., he went through the house, picking up furniture and lifting blinds to see if things weren't clean enough. Upon finding that I didn't clean the base boards in the bathroom, he went into a terrible screaming fit about how lazy and disgusting I was for letting the house get so bad. Proceeding to tell me that he was done making excuses for me being so nasty and how his friends can look at my appearance and know that I am a bad housekeeper as well. I cried for days as I went through scrubbing every inch of the house twice because I was scared I had missed something.

  Living my life always on edge was not how I pictured happily ever after. Finally after assuring everything was spotless, I put on a knee length coral sundress with a cream colored cover up. Sure don't want these fat arms being the first thing someone sees.

  I tell Michael, "I am going shopping with some girls from work and will be home late." He nods.

  Ha! That's the best I will get out of him. He cares so little he doesn't even see that I have fallen in love with someone else. He would probably be tickled pink if he knew someone else has taken me off his hands. He would love to not have to deal with me since he has delusions of me being this obese cow. He would never see that happening so I'm sure it hasn't crossed his mind, not even once.

  The drive to Chance's condo is beautiful and serene; waves are crashing at the shore with the warm sun glistening over the water. It seems to bring a sense of calmness to the nerves in my belly. I could envision this drive everyday; however, the sight I see on the other side of the door when I arrive is even better. Chance is wearing a pair of blue board shorts with tiny palm trees covering the sides, his hair is damp and he is shirtless. Oh holy fuck, my favorite part. The sight of him sends a warm sensation just below my stomach.

  Raising my eyebrow, I say, "Well, Mr. Turner, are you going to say something?"

  He reaches around me, placing his hand on my back and pulls me to him. With that wicked grin stretching across his face, he says, "I have been waiting a lifetime to be this happy. I just needed a moment to take it all in and make sure it was real. You look beautiful. Come, let me show you around."

  We walk through the foyer into the large living room area with a stone fireplace and white walls with brown plaid drapes covering the windows. Sitting on the sofa table is a large bouquet of white flowers, and next to them was a envelope with my name on it. I look over at Chance and crinkle my eyebrow with a look of confusion on my face. I reach for the card, inside is a plain white envelope that reads, Every day I will live to cherish you and see you smile. When you are ready I want to be your only one. I position my hand in his and he leads me to the kitchen. Looking around the large spacious room surrounded by cherry wood cabinets and black marble countertops, I take a seat at the bar, noticing a large red vase filled with at least two dozen, red long stemmed roses.

  Sitting aside the vase is another envelope with my name on it. Quizzically, I look at Chance and pout my lips at him. I grab the envelope and open it revealing a plain white card that reads, I know we have met under the worst times; however, I do believe we will make a marvelous forever. I can't contain my feelings for this man any longer. I rush over to him and kiss him. The passion takes over and he picks me up and sets me on the cold marble counter. Shedding my cover up and pulling my sundress over my head, his hair brushes against my cheek as he kisses me; that slight movement sends me over the edge. My hips slide closer to him as he unsnaps my bra, releasing my breasts. He flicks his tongue around my nipple, slightly nibbling and sucking before releasing that one to switch to the other breast; he is driving me fucking crazy. I feel his hardness against my panties so I reach down and rub it with my palm, slowly undoing the string so I can get my hand to the feel the firmness that is ready to fill me.

  He moans as I grab it and start stroking up and down; the move is making me wet with anticipation. He reaches for my hair and gives it a small tug. I tilt my neck to the side so he has better access to my neck as my fingertips slowly trail up his back and then back down again. I let out a groan and arch my back as he slides my panties down, dropping them to the floor. Desperately, his fingers are pushing into my sex and circling my clit. Chance fiercely looks in my eyes and drives me to the breaking point. I crush my lips into his, bending down to pull his shorts off. I pull him to the floor and he is hovering over my body, my knees relax and he centers himself in between them. His cock is at the center of my sex, my hips start moving back and forth and he is keeping rhythm with me. I slide my hand between our bodies and start rubbing my sex and circling my clit. The pleasure is so intense, so much more than I have ever felt before. Leaning back, Chance grabs his cock and finds my opening, pushing into me.

  He grabs my hand and sucks my fingers one by one, then leans down and whispers, "Damn, baby, you taste so sweet!"


  The seductive words send me to the edge. He pulls out and I grab his cock and start sucking with enough pressure to make him come undone. He tries to pull back and I continue sucking because the pleasure is so overwhelming I haven't had enough. Ultimately, I swallow and peek up at him, grinning. We lay on the kitchen floor, wrapping ourselves into one another. I have never felt such peace as I do lying on this floor with him. Michael never used to lay with me afterward; he would just get up and that was the end. Kind of like a wham bam, thank you, wife, but that's enough touching since I got my jolly's off. I never realized how amazing a feeling like this would be. Holding someone with no rush to get it over with, it's flawless.

  In this moment, I wish I could close the door on my past and stay right here in the present forever. I don't know where the future is going to end up, but I do know that this moment is the best feeling I have had other than everything I experience with my kids daily. I would be a fool to give this up for someone who sees me as something you scrape off your shoe. Chance makes me feel beautiful and secure in my body, no matter the size. When I am with him, I don't hide my stomach or think about my legs being large. All I think about is his touch on my skin and the warmth I get from being with him. This is the way my life should have always been, the feeling of being just enough for someone without changing who you are or what you look like. My thoughts are interrupted when Chance moves and turns to look at me, pausing for a moment to tenderly kiss my lips; even though it is a small touch, I can feel the steam flowing just below my stomach deep within.