Forbidden Forever (7 page)

I feel something getting
closer to me as the hairs on my neck start to stand up. A cool breath
is at the nape of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

"You look
absolutely stunning, Laney. Please dance with me." His voice, a
deep soulful sound, is enough to release moist wetness between my
thighs.

If I stay around him
much longer I will need to change my clothes or run to the bathroom
to clean myself up because I know I am about to unravel. Seriously, I
need to start wearing panties when I am going to see him. I take his
hand and all eyes are on us as I stand. I don't know why everyone has
to be so interested in a man asking a woman to dance. Surely they
cannot see that the heat is rising from my sex up to my cheeks or
that I am wet and that the slightest touch could send me over the
edge. The word all over the hospital is that he and his wife have
split up due to the time he puts in at the office; however, I don't
think anyone ever thought it was because of someone else.
Well...until now.

The way his eyes burn
into me, it would be hard for anyone to miss the connection. His
wicked grin and his hand placed on my lower back leading me to the
dance floor has me feeling relaxed even with a hundred eyes on us. I
just don't really care that they are gossiping about the boss and his
assistant. Besides, it will give them something to talk about in the
cafeteria Monday.

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

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

I shake my head. "That
might make you a male whore, Dr. Turner. Getting a bad reputation and
so soon after your separation. Shame. Shame."

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

"Yes, I did."

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

"That sounds really
fucking hot, Dr. Turner," I say.

"Damn, my cock just
got hard. Are you trying to turn me on?" he teases.

"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," I admit.

"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,"
he playfully orders.

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

"I'll spank you if
you do." Grinning, he lets me go.

I walk to the table
where Sierra has finally made it back after her steamy bathroom sex
with the young hot waiter. I tell her I will be leaving early because
I am not feeling too good. I express that something in the food must
have been off. Chance's proposal about expanding the Heart Center is
a huge success. He gets a standing ovation; he will be lucky to get
away from all the people wanting to talk with him. Sierra is sad to
see me leave, but I think she has more ideas in mind for the waiter
and her. A quick hug and I head to Chance's car, a silver Lexus LFA.
I have seen it in his parking spot at work but never up close.

Slipping a silver
u-shaped key ring with an airplane and globe on the ends and holding
a single key out from my cleavage, where he secretly slid it without
anyone watching, I open the passenger side door and step in. The car
is a work of art with its slick red leather bucket seats and shiny
silver electronics. I know he loves his Harley, but this is a fucking
hot ass car. I sit and wait for him to join me, but I am examining
every inch of this car. Kaleb would be freaking out with me right now
if he were here. Chance is here in exactly 10 minutes, which is hard
to believe since I knew he had to make an excuse to get away from all
the questions. The sight of him makes me weak in the knees; if I were
standing I would surely collapse. He cranks the car and the V10
engine roars to life, giving me goose bumps.

The speedometer has its
own light show, which is super cool and holds my attention until he
places his warm hand on my thigh and I nearly cum right there on the
spot from the heat. The car mixed with Chance would drive any woman
over the edge. We drive down A1A and reach the inlet and he parks in
a small secluded lot, turning off the car and coming to open my door.

"You like the car?"
he asks.

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

He cocks his head to the
side and sets loose that wicked grin. "More than me?" His
smile drops and his eyes widen with hope.

"Well, if I was a
car, I would totally do it." I bat my eyes, giving him a smirk.

"Oh hell no, I'll
have to do something about that. No way that a car is going to make
you that hot. It's on." Lifting me up, he swings me in the air
and sinfully crushes his lips to mine.

The pressure from his
hold is dominating and sexy as hell. Setting me on the car, he slides
my dress up over my hips. Running his hand between my thighs, he
stops and sets me back down on the ground. Standing there
dumbfounded, he takes my hand and we walk down the wooden dock
leading to the water. Completely speechless! We reach the end and I
notice how beautiful the view is with the moonlight shining down on
the water. The glistening sand and sparkling water together look like
small peaks of diamonds shimmering all around us. Standing near him
is not enough, so I lean into his neck and press my lips to the soft
spot, gliding my tongue just so ever slowly up to his jaw. The taste
of this man is intoxicating.

His hands are in my hair
and pulling my head back as he devours my lips, our tongues
entangling around and around. His hand slides down my back, grabbing
my ass and pulling me close to him. I can feel that fullness of his
cock as I wrap my leg around him. His hand reaches the zipper of my
dress and seamlessly drags it down until my dress falls to a puddle
on the wooden dock floor. He leans me back on the floor so that he is
above me, moaning as I undo his pants and pull out his oh-so-ready
cock. His body crushes down on my body and again his lips are on
mine. Moving down to my breasts, his hand releases one from my bra
while his tongue teases my nipple, sucking and flicking around and
around.

His hand goes down my
stomach and reaches my opening, sliding first one finger, then two
inside me. In and out of my swollen lips, circling my clit just so I
almost burst and then he licks down my stomach to my pelvis and
pauses just above my hairline. Grabbing one leg and putting it on his
shoulder, his head moves closer to my sex. A slight flick of the
tongue and I spread my legs farther apart, giving him full access to
me. Sliding his tongue up and down, sucking again in the same
motions. I am trying to hold back, but the sensation is too intense
and I reach for my clitoris with one hand and start rubbing. With one
finger, I glide down and back up my lips in the same rhythm as his
tongue. My back arches and I moan as I am coming apart. He slips his
shaft inside me, pushing deeper and deeper as my sex clinches tightly
and it sends him over the edge.

He relaxes his body next
to mine, tucking his cock away in his pants as we both look up at the
stars, not a word as our breathing calms. His body goes limp next to
me, wrapping his arm around my back. I snuggle against his broad
chest and we lay there in the open for what seems like an eternity,
looking at the sky. His hands slowly moving up and down my back gives
me comfort in the knowing that he is here with me.

Silence overtakes us
until he whispers, "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."

Peering up at him and
using my elbows to prop me up, I whisper, "Someday I will be."
A smile stretches across his face and I know he knows I mean it.

The night air is getting
chilly so I put on my dress and try to make myself look less like a
woman who just had her world rocked and more like a woman taking an
evening stroll with her man. Chance is mostly dressed and stands
behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, resting his head on the
back of mine. I can feel him take a deep breath in as he smells my
hair, nuzzling my neck, he nibbles on my ear lobe.

I slap his arm in
response to the tingling I feel deep within. "Don't you ever
have enough?"

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

"I hope you never
do," I whisper.

"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," he
admits.

"You never felt
this way about your wife?" I ask.

He looks at me and his
face softens. "No, our relationship was never based on love but
more like a business arrangement. We didn't really choose the life we
had together as it seemed to choose us," he utters.

"I don't
understand. How does something like marriage choose you? "I
question.

"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," he says.

"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?" I ask.

"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," he assures
me.

Knowing that I don't
want to go down my path of secrets, I decide to let it go, but
something small in my gut is saddened by the past he isn't so open to
sharing. On the ride back to the hospital to my car, we don't talk
but sit in our own silent thoughts. I wonder what is going through
his mind. What he is keeping from me and is he wondering the same
about me? Though he has never asked me anything about my past, surely
he has to be curious. There are only a few cars left in the parking
lot from the party and he drops me off at mine. No PDA in the parking
lot in case any of those prying eyes are watching, but he knows what
I feel.

Chance's
POV

This damn tie is giving
me a fit, I hate black tie events. I don't understand why we can't
have a Hawaiian themed event. Some shorts and flip-flops would be
relaxing, and heck, even throw in some grass skirts. I'd love to see
Laney's ass shaking in one of those. I wonder if we can have a dress
up night. If so, that will be my suggestion. I smirk at myself and
the thoughts rolling around in my head. She might end up hating me
for always wanting to dress her hot ass in different outfits. Yeah, I
bet she would think I was a sick pervert after I told her about my
idea. Maybe I should go in slow and take it one step at a time.

My phone rings and it is
the soon-to-be ex-wife, Catherine. Wondering what she wants, I
answer. "Hello."

Oh yeah, I knew her
parents would be pissed that I left her and, of course, her dad wants
to have a talk with me. He has been calling me non-stop since she
told him. I don't know how long they expected us to be unhappily
married. Catherine and I were best friends growing up, had one stupid
drunken night and they expected us to be adults and get married. I
don't know what is worse, the fact that in the 6 years we have been
married, I lost my best friend, or the fact that in the end we came
out with absolutely nothing. Our parents run in a tight knit circle
and they wouldn't have wanted their reputations ruined by their
children's wild night. I was just finishing up with my residency at
Flagler Memorial when I was offered the attending position.

We were on cloud nine
and Catherine threw a big bash in my honor. Who would have known that
we would have gotten so wasted and ending up having sex? Too fucking
drunk to remember to put the damn condom on and bam, six weeks later
we find out she is pregnant. Our parents flipped out when we told
them so they planned a fast, but extremely fancy, wedding before she
started showing. Here we are, six years later getting a divorce. Five
months into her pregnancy she lost the baby due to some complication,
and it has been a huge cloud over our heads ever since. Sure, at
first I didn't want a baby, but then it became so real and I was
getting excited. We never felt it kick, but it was real. After that I
couldn't bring myself to leave her. I always felt obligated and she
didn't want our parents to be mad.