Chapter 7

Will sat in his office, reading through boring documents, begging for a distraction. As if his prayers were answered, he is suddenly interrupted by a light knocking on the door. He tells the guest to come in and a familiar sound of heels clicking enters the room. He turns around to see his wife, a false scowl plays on her ruby red lips as she addresses him, "William, you're late for dinner, again. Whatever am I to do with you, mon amour?"

A fire blazes through him as a familiar topic is brought up. Memories of the first kiss fade in, as he takes in his wife's appearance. Never did she disappoint. To be honest, she could be wearing a garbage bag and he would still find her the sexiest woman he has ever had the pleasure to lay his eyes upon. Tonight, however, she wore one of his white button-up shirts, which was opened just enough to catch a glimpse of her bright cherry lollipop colored bra. The shirt was tucked under a black skirt that flared out just above her knees. Her shoes, however, are always his favorite part of the ensemble- most nights he requested she keep them on when they made love. Right now, she wore red peep toe stilettos, which did amazing things to her already amazing legs. Sometimes he wonders how he got so lucky to have a woman so far out of his league.

"Whatever you want, dear one," he finally replies. She raises an eyebrow at his response and struts towards him. She places her hands upon the arm rests of his chair and leans in. Her hair is down tonight, allowing the curls to run wild. His hands itched to reach up and run his fingers through it. She smirks as she watches his eyes travel to her breasts and says, "I really ought to punish you."

Will suddenly grows semi-hard upon her words, "And how would you do that?"

A full smile appears on her face this time, before she turns around and walks towards his coat hanger. Will openly stares at her ass, because how could he not? She returns to him, pulling his chair away from his desk. Then she takes both of his hands and ties them with what he assumes is his scarf, behind the chair. She then comes around to his front and smiles once more.

Will eyes glue to her hands as she travels them up her shirt and begins to unbutton each button. He pulls at his hands and realizes she not only tied them together, but to the chair as well. Will was stuck.

Once the shirt is entirely unbuttoned, she takes off her skirt, leaving her standing in front of him with just his shirt, some red velvet cupcake lingerie, and her heels. Will's dick becomes fully erected at the sight and attempts to pull at his hands once more, but they don't budge.

Far slower than his taste, she walks back over to him and straddles his lap. She leans forward, her lips just barely grazing his ear, "We are going to play a little game. No matter what I do, you can't touch me."

His wife then begins to travel her lips down his ear to the side of his throat. As she does this she unbuttons his green shirt and slips her delicate small hands in. Her finger nails scrape along his abs and up to his nipples, where she squeezes them. Will's erection pushes against the zipper of his pants making him now painfully hard. His wife sucks harder on his sensitive vain on his neck as she grinds against him. Will, now angered, tries to pull at his hands again- this time they were loosened a little.

He continues to pull, wanting more than anything to grab hold of his silly little wife and fuck her against the desk…and the walls…and the bookshelf, and whatever other hard surface he could find in his office.

Will feels his wife's lips leave his neck and travel down to his chest. She licks the scars he gained as a child and continues to make her way down, slowly sliding off his lap and down to her knees. Her hands reach for his belt and he has had enough of her game. He pulls harder that the scarf, but still he was not loose. She undoes the buckle with expert hands and unzips his pants, finally allowing his erection to break free. Once the cold air hits him, he lets out a hiss and his wife giggles at his response.

She drags her nails on the skin around his member, just barely avoiding it. Will pulls harder, determined to break loose. His wife the grips his member and he looks down at her. Her large green eyes connect with his and he loses his breath. She smirks at him, knowing just how much her little game was torturing him. He can't control the moan that escapes his lips as she kisses the head of his member. Her nails just barely drag along the shaft as she introduces her tongue to the tip. She is barely touching him and yet he feels as if he is about to explode.

Just then, she stops. Gracefully she stands up and walks towards his desk, turning him around as she does so. Instead of returning to her previous action, she pushes the papers on to the floor and sits upon his desk. She then takes off her shirt and Will groans at the site, knowing exactly what she is about to do.

His wife's hands travel to her breasts and unclip the front clasp. Will swallows hard and attempts to loosen his hands once more. Her hands, however, stay at her breast, flicking her nipples, turning them into hard little pebbles. Will then becomes transfixed, when he sees her hands travel down her stomach to her lacey underwear. She lets out a little moan and Will looses it. He pulls his hands a few more times and finally he is free. Quickly he stands up, his hands landing in his wife's hair, and he pulls her lips to his. It is not a soft kiss, but a demanding one- he throws all of his frustration and need into it, as he invades her mouth with his tongue. His lips then travel to her throat and down…

Will awoke with a mixture of anger and guilt running through his veins. Here he was, lying with a woman, who was carrying his bastard child, yet all he could dream about was a seventeen year old, who slept down the hall. He then felt disgust with himself. It wasn't the first time he had a dream like this. He knew it wouldn't be the last time. Cautiously, he pushes Ellie to off of his chest and to the other side of the bed. With much haste, he get up and runs to the shower, tuning it on and making it as cold as possible.

Angrily, Will slaps his hand against the shower wall. How he loathed himself. He should be having these types of dreams about his innocent friend. Yet, here he was, taking another cold shower. He wish he could say that this wasn't a normal occurrence, that he hasn't had to hide his morning wood from her when she would sneak in, that he didn't have to go out of his way to avoid her on days like these- fearing that she could read his mind and she his dream. She would surely be repulsed. Hell, he was repulsed. BUT, he couldn't control his desire no more than he could control his love for her.

Will, then, laughs at the irony of the situation. She thinks she loves him. Only if she knew about the sick fantasies that traveled through his brain at night. She thinks she loves him. Ha. Maddi would never see him the way that he sees her. His stomach goes to knots and he fills sick once more. He is sick. Sick in the head.

Once done with the shower, he dries off, and puts on a red button up, black slacks, a black tie, and black dress shoes. Will rolls up his sleeves and makes his way to Ellie. Gently, he shakes her a little. Her eyes creak open and she smiles.

"Ellie, I'll be in my office all day if you need me," he tells her before place a kiss on the top of her head. She grabs his wrist however, keeping him from escaping, "I thought we could spend the day together, Willy-Silly."

"I have a lot of work to do today," Will replies, waiting for her to loosen her grip.

"Oh come one, take the day off," She begs, her voice hitting a highly unattractive pitch.

"I really can't do…"

"Of course you can," She says interrupting him, "You're the CEO. You can do whatever you want, love muffin."

"No, I can't," he tries again to explain, "I have a meeting and phone calls that need to be replied to. I have a very busy schedule."

"Fine," She replies, anger evident in her voice, "You do you work stuff, but you have to promise me one thing."

Hell no, "What?"

"Take me out to dinner tonight."

Definitely not, "Sure."

She doesn't let go of his wrist.

"What?"

She loosens her grip as she replies, "I want the dinner to be just the two of us. No Foster. No Madison. Am I clear?"

"Of course," he replies, before finally making his retreat out of the room. He doesn't exactly run to the dining room, but neither does he walk. His spirits rise when he sees he is the only one in the room. Finally letting his anger flies through him, he punch a hole through the wall, and then makes his way to his seat, waiting for Kelly to bring him his breakfast. As the door opens, he picks up the newspaper and begins to scan the articles. He hears a familiar clicking and his stomach drops.

"Will," she says his name and just like that he is hard, details of his dream consuming his brain, "why is there a hole in the wall?"

"I haven't the slightest idea," he replies, lowering the paper, as Maddi takes the seat that Foster sat in last night. She spots scratches on the knuckles of his right hand. He lowers the paper as her giggle fills the room. Her hair is pulled into a messy ponytail, some curls missing the ribbon that held it together. She smiles at him and places her head in her hand.

He feels his heart pick up speed. Neither says a thing. His eyes travel to her lips, suddenly fixated on the shape. The sound of another door opening breaks his from the trance. Kelly comes in with breakfast and coffee. Another door opens and Ellie comes in. She sits across from Maddi and takes one of Will's hands in hers. He wished for nothing more than to set himself on fire at the moment.

"What are your plans today, Madison?" Ellie suddenly asks, breaking the silence.

"Uh," she replies, looking at Will, and then back to Ellie, "I really don't have anything planned for today."

"Wonderful," Ellie replies, "Since my Will-Bear is going to be busy all day, I was thinking you and I could spend some time together; some girly bonding time?"

Will and Maddi are both shocked. Maddi looks at Will once more before replying, "That…that would be fun."

"Perfect," She replies, rubbing her nails now up and down Will's forearm, "I believe some retail therapy and possibly some mani-pedis will help us become fast friends."

Will was about to protest and make up some excuse about needing Maddi's help; however, the words did not escape his mouth fast enough, as Maddi answered, "I never say no to shopping."

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