Secret Love Affair

1

Beyoncé

"Fuck, Carter."

He moved some things from his desk and pushed me in their place. My dress and coat ended up in a pile on the floor. His hands aggressively snatched my bra off leaving me in my panties. From all of the times we had been together, I had gathered that Shawn Carter was an impatient lover. He wanted it whenever, wherever, regardless of time or who may be around. But I was never one to complain, since being with him made me feel insatiable.

I gasped as he entered me abruptly, barely giving me any time to adjust. No matter how many times we had sex, it was still a struggle at first. I moaned as he filled me to the capacity.

"Shit baby just like that." He grounded into me with ease. He changed the rhythm up from time to time, driving me crazy. He trailed kisses across my exposed chest leaving me speechless.

"Yesss." I whispered. We were in a public building after all, and I couldn't risk getting caught by anyone.

"Mm you feel so good." His eyes were closed so I knew he was close. I felt myself go into a periodic euphoria. If it wasn't for Carter's hand covering my mouth, the entire top floor would hear me scream to the heavens. His cum shot into the condom he wore.

"Damn, girl. This pussy too good. I might have to wife you." He joked. He put his member back into his pants and tucked his shirt in. I pushed his arm before starting to get dressed myself.

"You're not funny, Jay."

"Oh you're taken?" His stupid ass knew exactly what to say to piss me off sometimes, Hell, we met because he introduced us to each other. Even though his personality was one of the reasons I was drawn to him, his sense of humor was too much for me at times, especially when he would say sly jokes right in front of my husband.

Ever since meeting him, I couldn't get out him out of my mind. His confidence intrigued me more than anything. When we met again at one of Lebron's games, I took the opportunity right away.

"We meet again, Beyoncé or should I say, Mrs. James." We were in a private corridor off to the side. Everyone else was celebrating the team's win, when I saw none other than Mr. Shawn Carter beckoning me to follow him. As if I were in a trance, I followed without hesitation.

"Mr. Carter I wasn't expecting you here." I met this guy once and now all of a sudden I see him at a game? Couldn't be a coincidence.

"I usually watch the game from home, not a fan of the fuss. But I figured I would see a special lady today."

"And who's that?" I breathed out. I hoped he would say he was thinking about me as much as I've thought about him these last few weeks. He leaned in so our lips were almost touching and whispered,

"Who do you think?"

Ever since that moment three months ago, it's like I couldn't get him out of my mind. I was hooked. And every day I felt myself growing closer to him. I knew it was wrong, and LeBron didn't deserve it, but it was like I threw caution to the wind whenever I saw Shawn.

"Where you gotta be after this?" I grabbed my purse and quickly checked my phone.

"Lunch with my sister. Then I'm meeting Lebron at the airport."

"Damn they're back already? I was hoping to have you to myself for a few more days."

Because my husband was out of town again for work, Jay and I been messing around way more than usual. I would come to his private office or he would meet me at my building. Either way, I had to take up the chance to see him again. It was a dangerous game we were playing but in the end it was worth it.