The Broken Vows: Zane and Celeste’s Story (The Windsors)

My heart wrenches when Celeste places white orchids on the coffee table in our office, a sweet smile on her face as her eyes meet mine. They’re a sign of sincerity and new beginnings, and the underlying message is hard to ignore.

I’ve never felt more conflicted than I do right now, with the woman I’ve always loved quietly asking me for another chance day after day. Three weeks was all it took for me to give up on avoiding her. The way she doesn’t push for my attention and quietly takes what I’m willing to give is maddening — and I suspect she knows it.

Truthfully, attempting to resist her was a fool’s errand from the start. Turning my back to her in our bed only helped until she placed her hand on my shoulder and whispered my name, her voice dripping with need. Celeste has always been my weakness, and nothing will ever change that.

“Did you decide between the two projects we discussed?” she asks as she walks up to me, her long legs on display in that short black skirt. My gaze roams over her hungrily, and I watch her bite back a smirk as she pulls her hair to the side, the movement so sexy that I nearly groan. The cream-colored blouse she’s wearing is undone at the top, giving me a hint of her cleavage, and it’s slowly driving me insane.

She’s been doing this for weeks now, slowly seducing me to remind me of how good things can be between us, and like the fool I am, I fall for it each and every time. I’m desperate for those few moments when I lose myself in her, and nothing else matters. It’s escapism and it doesn’t solve a thing, but fuck, I’m weak when it comes to her.

“Both hotels could generate a high ROI, but it’s a tough call,” I tell her as I run a hand through my hair. “I think it’s just a matter of preference at this stage.”

Celeste stands next to my desk, keeping just enough distance between us to remain professional even as she bends forward to peer at my screen. I try my hardest not to notice the way her ass looks in that skirt, or the way the fabric rides up her thighs, but it’s a losing battle. My wife shifts a little, and I catch a glimpse of her garters.

“I like this one best,” she says, taking my mouse from me to zoom in on one of the two properties we’re considering. “What do you think?”

She looks over her shoulder, and my breath hitches. It hurts to look at her, to know that we could’ve had it all if she’d just had faith in me, in us, like I begged her to. Her expression shifts, and I tear my eyes off her.

“I like them both. Honestly, I’m undecided.”

She nods in agreement and pulls up the other property, placing both images side by side before leaning in and resting her elbow on my desk. Her skirt rides up further, and she tilts her hips just a little. She looks fucking irresistible bent over my desk like that, her stockings and garters on display for me, right along with her perfect ass.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I ask, my hand wrapping around her thigh. My thumb brushes over the lace top of her stocking, and she whimpers, the sound needy and so fucking seductive that I nearly cave there and then.

Celeste looks over her shoulder, her gaze heated. “I’m just comparing our two investment options,” she lies, her gaze fucking ravenous.

I slide my hand up until I’ve got it resting right at the top of her thigh, my thumb brushing against her thong. “Yeah? Is that all you’re doing?”

Her hips tilt up just a touch, the movement near imperceptible. “Of course,” she says, sounding just a little breathless.

It’s moments like these that make it so hard to hold on to the anger. I know exactly what she’s up to with the flowers, the little touches, and her sweet smiles, but I still can’t fucking resist her.

A soft, needy sound escapes her throat when I slowly push her skirt up and lean in to kiss her pussy. “Okay,” I whisper. “Go ahead and do that then.”

I watch as she pulls up my analysis documents and gently trails a finger over her pussy, taking note of how wet her panties are. It’s so easy to lose myself in her, to focus solely on how good it feels to have her in my arms, but it never lasts.

Celeste moans when I push her underwear aside to coat my fingers in her wetness, my movements slow and deliberate as I circle her clit, just the way she likes it. “Zane,” she pleads when I slide two fingers inside her, giving up on her charade.

“Yeah?” I murmur as I pump my fingers into her and curl them, making her gasp. “Which of the two would you like to proceed with?”

She looks at me, and fuck, I’m completely enchanted. Those flushed cheeks and those eyes of hers that are filled with broken promises… I fell for this once, and I can feel myself going down that same road all over again.

I lean in for a taste, my cock already throbbing and desperate for her. Celeste gasps when I circle her clit with my tongue just as I curl my fingers deep inside her, punishing her for tempting me over and over again. I lap at her, intent on driving her as crazy as she drives me.

“Please,” she whispers, and I pull my mouth off her to free my cock, entirely incapable of denying her anything. My wife makes the sexiest little sound when I pull my fingers away and rise to my feet. It’s not quite a whine, but it isn’t a moan either. It’s something right in between, and I’m fucking obsessed with it.

“Turn around.” She obeys immediately and spreads her legs for me on my desk, her gaze needy. “Tell me what you want,” I murmur as I push my cock right up to her entrance, loving the way she instantly wraps her legs around me in an attempt to get me closer.

“You.” Her gaze tells me it isn’t just my body she’s asking for. “I want you, Zane. I’ll always want you.”

I groan as I push into her slowly, completely enthralled as I watch my cock disappear into her tight, wet pussy. I grab her hips, and she moans so beautifully for me as I thrust into her fully. Every day, I try to resist my wife, and every day, we end up like this. If she isn’t seducing me at work, she does it by getting into our bed naked, knowing I have no hope of denying her anything. With every touch, she chips away at my resolve, and she knows it.

I pull her in for a kiss, needing her closer, and she moans against my mouth, driving me fucking wild. I kiss her slowly, and I fuck her the same way too, taking my time, punishing her for the way she continues to torment me, day after day.

“Zane,” she whispers, pulling away a little to look at me.

I draw a shaky breath and take her in, losing myself in her eyes, in this moment. “Don’t look at me like that,” I tell her, my voice soft.

“Like what?”

My gaze roams over her face, my heart beating wildly. I miss her, even when I’ve got her in my arms, and I’m not sure that feeling will ever go away. “Like you love me.”

Heartbreak flashes through her eyes, and she leans in. “But I do,” she whispers against my lips. “I do love you, Zane.”