Her Husband Watches: Ten Book Bundle Vol 2

by Lainey Fox

Sam was a little shocked at Anthony's outburst, but he remembered what Daniel had said about Anthony's finances. He couldn't help but wonder why the other man was so deep in debt. He didn't seem to live all that well. Sam knew that Isabelle's family paid for vacations. Isabelle's car had been a Christmas present from her father.

  He suddenly wanted to ask Daniel what, exactly, had been in Anthony's finances. Daniel was watching Anthony with the same wary look. Sam could tell that his boss was trying to think of a way to get the meeting over with.

  "Will the investigators be speaking to us here?" Daniel asked, obviously trying to move the situation along.

  "Yes. You will be interviewed in the downstairs conference room before you leave. Thank you, gentlemen."

  "We have to talk to the police?" Anthony yelped, but Daniel had him by the arm, propelling him to the hallway before he could make an even bigger ass of himself.

  "Chill out, Anthony," Daniel commanded. "You don't want to make it worse."

  "How could it be worse?" Anthony spat out, bitterly. "I work like a dog for nothing and now I have no job and I have to deal with the police?"

  "We still have a job," Sam soothed. "It's just procedure. Let's go down and get it over with."

  Sam wasn't looking forward to being investigated, either. Who in their right mind wanted their personal business invaded like that? However, he wasn't really worried about it. He, like Daniel, just saw it as something that had to be done.

  "Then go home and tell my wife I don't have a job?"

  "You have a job," Daniel assured him. "Sam's right. Let's go talk to the investigators and get it over with. Then let's go find a decent place to have a beer."

  "At ten in the morning?" Sam asked, laughing.

  "Hell, yes," Daniel replied. "I plan on pretending I'm on vacation. If you know of a place that serves pancakes and margaritas, I'll buy."

  It took nearly three hours before they left the office. Daniel tried to inject some good spirit into his voice. They were all feeling a little drained.

  "Hey, boys, let's meet up at that funky little Mexican place. I need some salsa and tequila."

  Sam agreed, and turned to Anthony. "Come on, man. Let's go plan our unofficial vacation."

  Anthony nodded. "Sure. I could use a drink."

  They got in their respective cars and drove to the restaurant, snagging a booth in the corner. Daniel ordered two pitchers of margaritas to get them started, with a dozen tamales and chips and salsa.

  "Let's go out fishing tomorrow," Daniel suggested. "All three of us."

  Sam and Anthony agreed, but Sam was watching Daniel closely. When Daniel offered to drive a slightly drunk Anthony home, Sam knew something was up.

  As they were leaving, Sam pulled Daniel to the side. "You really want us to stick together the whole time we're on leave?" Sam asked.

  "No," Daniel replied, his voice low. "I think we need to keep an eye on Anthony."

  Her Husband Watches –

  The Big Black Lawyer 3

  Book 3 of Her Husband Watches – The Big Black Lawyer

  By Lainey Fox

  Copyright © 2016 by Laney Fox

  & Scarlet Lantern Publishing

  All rights reserved.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  This book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language.

  All characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.

  Chapter 1

  Sam was tired of being unemployed. They called it leave, and he was on half pay, but after the first three days he was going crazy. He had actually begged Tara to let him go to work with her, because he was that bored.

  She had relented and let him accompany her, but there wasn't much for him to do there, either. He didn't know anything about lipstick nor did he care to learn. He ended up going back home after the first three hours and watching tv until time to think about dinner.

  He supposed he could have cleaned or something, but they had a cleaning lady and he didn't care to scrub toilets or mop floors, anyway. He was used to his hectic schedule and all this down time was making him crazy.

  Sam was smart enough to know he needed a purpose, a schedule, and a plan. He made up his mind the fifth day that he needed to make up some sort of routine to follow.

  He wondered how Daniel and Anthony were handling all this forced vacation. He hadn't talked to either of them since they had been placed on leave. He wondered if he should call them up, just to check in.

  Sam also wondered if Tara was still seeing Daniel. He supposed that his being home was putting a kink in their affair.

  Then again, for all he knew, Tara was seeing more of him now. She did own the company. She could leave anytime she wanted.

  He hated that the thought of his wife with his boss turned him on. He detested that because of the affair, his and Tara's marriage had gotten back on track. The long, stoney silences were gone. They actually communicated with each other now. They were laughing and talking now. They were doing things together again.

  They were even having sex again. There was a degree of passion between them that hadn't been there before. Sometimes, when he looked at her all he could think about was the wanton way she had been with Daniel. He only hated that if she was still seeing him, Sam wasn't able to watch them together.

  He supposed he should analyze what kind of person that made him. He shrugged and went back to his TV show. He had to stop thinking about Tara and Daniel. The thought of them together brought out so many complex emotions that he didn't have time to contemplate.

  He was startled when his cell phone rang. He glanced at his screen, surprised to see Anthony's name flashing.

  "Hey, man," Sam answered.

  "Hey," Anthony replied, his voice even more tense and irritated than usual. "Are you going as nuts as I am?"

  Sam kept his voice as light as possible when he answered. "It's a little dull, that's for sure," he said, turning down the TV volume. "What's up?"

  "Isabelle wants everybody to come to her family's lake house for a few days," Anthony replied. "I called Daniel and he's in. I don't get it but she says it'd be good for us. I don't know why she thinks we want to sit around at that stuffy old museum of a house but she does."

  "Sounds like fun," Sam said, carefully. "I'll run it by Tara but she'd probably like to get away for a few days."

  "Well, she was gonna call Tara," Anthony replied. He seemed to be getting more agitated as he spoke. "Something about girl talk for the trip. You'd think it was an overseas mission instead of an hour drive to her family's old place."

  "Women are funny like that," Sam said, suddenly desperate to end the conversation. "I think it's safe to count us in. That area is pretty nice this time of year."

  "Yeah," Anthony exhaled, as though the words were forced out of him. "See you, then."

  The call ended. Sam stared at the phone, suddenly feeling better about how he was coping. He wondered why Anthony was taking it so much worse than he was.

  While the half wages sucked, and the long, empty days were dull, he wasn't worried about finances. He knew that Daniel was fine as far as money went.

  Anthony was in the worst shape, according to Daniel's research. Of course, Isabelle's family was loaded, so there wasn't any fear of them ending up on the street. Sam wondered why Anthony was so uptight about it.

  He guessed that it might be a pride thing. Maybe Anthony felt pressure to keep up their lifestyle without any help from anyone. It might sting a little, Sam reflected, to be given an allowance from your wife's family.

  But, Tara had mentioned that Isabelle's father had bought her the fancy minivan crossover thing she drove. Anthony hadn't seemed to mind that, nor did he seem insulted by the vacations that her family paid for.

  Sam cracked the top on a beer
and shrugged. He didn't have the mental energy to try to decipher his co-worker's weird hang-ups. He was just going to focus on HBO until Tara got home.

  Chapter 2

  Tara was trying to listen to Isabelle as she chatted about the trip up to the lake. She made the appropriate noises, but it was hard to focus.

  She was on the floor behind her desk, breasts exposed. Daniel was moving his thumbs lazily over her nipples.

  "Do you think fireworks would be too much?" Isabelle asked. "I know that it isn't a holiday, but do you need a holiday for fireworks? It's been a wet summer and we can set them off over the lake."

  "Uh-huh. Fireworks would be lovely," Tara replied, biting her lip to keep from gasping as Daniel began working her nipple, chuckling as she struggled to keep her voice normal.

  "I think that we'll all have fun. I'm bringing the nanny for Jemma and Jackson. We can grill out and swim, just relax after all this....unpleasant business," Isabelle went on.

  "Yes," Tara said, her voice a little breathy. "It will be nice to get away."

  Daniel winked at her, lifting her skirt over hips. She couldn't hold back the gasp of pleasure as he began to rub her mound through her lacey panties.

  "Are you okay?" Isabelle asked.

  "Uh, yeah. Paper cut," Tara said, as Daniel grinned and rubbed her with hard, slow strokes.

  "Listen, Isabelle, I'll call you when I get home. Thing are really...busy."

  It took her nearly five more minutes to get Isabelle to hang up. She turned her phone off and tossed it across the floor.

  "Hot for me, baby?" Daniel said, sliding her panties over her hips. He ran his big, dark hands over her smooth, pale thighs. "You want me?"

  "Yes," she breathed, lifting her hips to give him better access to her body. He obliged her by moving his fingers lightly over the inside of her legs, raising goose bumps as he went.

  "Now," she begged, reaching for him.

  He evaded her hands, instead unclipping her stockings from her garters and slowly rolling them down her legs, lowering his head to run his tongue down her leg as he pulled her stockings off.

  "Daniel," she whimpered. "I want it. Let me have it."

  He didn't reply, just kept kissing and licking her legs. The slow, sensual feel of his mouth on her legs was driving her crazy. She gave up reaching for him and instead reached down to touch herself.

  Daniel stopped her, gently moving her hands above her head.

  "Let me," he ordered.

  She clutched the leg of her fancy, claw foot desk as he worked his way back up her long legs. She had to clamp her mouth shut to keep from screaming with pleasure when his mouth came up to taste her as his fingers kept stroking her thighs.

  She couldn't stop the moans that escaped as his tongue licked the sensitive flesh of her secret spot. She could barely contain her urgency, moving her hips in a silent plea for him to take her. He held her by her butt, lifting her so that he could plunge his tongue deeper inside of her.

  He wanted her, she knew. His dick was hard and throbbing, magnificent and so big that it still made her stare with awe, and want. She knew that when he finally pushed it inside of her, it would be heaven.

  "Your turn," he murmured, sliding his body over hers, rubbing the head of his cock over her tight nipples.

  She opened her mouth eagerly, though she knew it wouldn't fit. She licked and sucked as best she could, frustrated as always that she couldn't take the whole of him in her mouth.

  He pulled back, positioning himself between her thighs. He teased her by rubbing his dick against the wet lips of her mound.

  "Daniel," she gasped, opening her legs wider in invitation.

  He pushed inside of her, filling her in one hard thrust. She moaned, feeling herself stretching to take him in. He was so big that she was always amazed that he fit inside of her.

  He began to thrust, finding his rhythm as she began to buck, her hands clinging to his dark hips as he went faster. She wrapped her legs around him, wanting him deeper inside of her. He thrust deep, then held himself still as she began grinding and thrashing.

  She exploded, her mouth opening to scream. He covered her mouth with his hand, wincing and grinning as she gently bit his palm as the orgasm began to fade.

  He began to thrust again, driving into her harder and faster as his own pleasure built. She was wild beneath him, lifting her hips to meet him as he plunged deep inside her. She felt him began to shudder even as she felt herself crossing over the cusp of pleasure for the second time.

  Afterwards, they lie on the floor, spent and sweaty.

  "Lake house with the Pyles, huh?" Daniel asked, wiping his face with his hand. "Could be fun."

  "Hmm," Tara replied, not trusting her voice. She staggered to her feet and to the little water cooler. They both drank deeply.

  "You make me thirsty, sexy lipstick lady," he said, tossing back the water and crumpling the paper cup into the waste basket.

  "You have the same effect on me," she smiled, rolling her stockings back up her legs and struggling back into her clothes.

  "You look all professional," he told her, straightening her collar. "Even freshly fucked and all flushed."

  "I just tell people that it's my great skin cream," she said. "They don't need to know what really gives me this glow."

  He laughed, a low, resonating bass. She placed a quick kiss on his mouth as he prepared to leave.

  Daniel walked out, aware that Tara was already back at her desk, her brain turned to business as though someone had flipped a switch.

  Chapter 3

  The road trip was uneventful. Sam drove along the back roads, declaring he wanted to take the scenic route. Tara didn't mind. The weather was beautiful, so they left the top down on the car.

  "Wanna stop at some kooky little diner for lunch?" Sam asked. "Stretch the drive out a little?"

  "Sure," Tara agreed, smiling at her husband.

  He looks so handsome, Tara thought. He was in khaki shorts and a blue t shirt, his Dior sunglasses perched on his lightly tanned face.

  Tara was enjoying the drive. She had chosen a sweet shift dress in hues of blue and green that brought out her fragile coloring. She knew she looked good, and she was enjoying the way Sam was looking at her exposed skin.

  They ate at a kitschy diner, laughing over greasy cheeseburgers and fries. Sam insisted that they have shakes with their burgers. They were both delighted when the handmade shakes were served up with whip cream and a cherry.

  Nearly an hour later, they were winding down the shaded roads beside the lake. They found the winding driveway that led to the house after a few wrong turns. As the house came into view, they both did a double take.

  "Whew," Sam said, whistling under his breath as he looked at the three story stone house with sweeping verandas and interesting lines.

  "That's impressive," Tara agreed. "I had heard that her family was well off, but I wasn't expecting this."

  They were even more impressed when a quiet housekeeper showed them to their suite. The room was spacious, with a huge canopy bed and a sitting area, all done in muted shades of purple and blue. The on-suite bathroom was decorated to match, with a cute claw foot tub and thick, fluffy towels and a crystal bowl full of soaps shaped like sea shells. The whole suite smelled of lavender.

  "I wonder why Anthony hates this place so much," Sam wondered, looking out the window at the beautifully manicured lawn that swept down to the lake.

  "Anthony hates everything," Tara replied. "I think this place is like heaven."

  "I agree."

  They took a few minutes to rest before going in search of their host and hostess. They found Isabelle on the patio, fussing nervously with pots of petunias and tea roses, moving them as center pieces on tables.

  "You changed your hair," Tara exclaimed. "It looks beautiful."

  Isabelle touched the tousled, highlighted bob self-consciously. "Do you think so? Mom and I had a spa day and I just went for it. Anthony doesn't like it."

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nbsp; Tara took a closer look at the other woman. Isabelle looked even thinner than usual, with dark smudges under her eyes. She was a bundle of nerves, more so than usual.

  "Men never get hair," Tara replied, deliberately keeping her tone light. "Or clothes or shoes or makeup."

  Isabelle gave a little trill of laughter and invited them to have a drink. They had barely began to take the first sip when Daniel joined them on the patio.

  "Hey, everybody," he greeted them. "Isabelle, your hair looks great. Really lights up your features."