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Requested by: Chanel (requested via NBY)
Couple: Zeke & Taylor
Rating: M
Quote: "I love a man who can cater to me in and out of the bedroom"
Random Stuff:
- Satin sheets
- Chocolate
- Purple fuzzy slippers

A junior accountant/receptionist at the newest accounting firm in Albuquerque, New Mexico, Taylor McKessie-Baylor was used to signing her name for deliveries, but unlike the one she was currently signing for, they were never for her.

After the delivery boy left, she looked around the small waiting room of the firm trying to find a place to put the colorful bouquet of flowers that her husband had sent her. Finally deciding to just put them on the corner of her desk, she set them down and pulled the small card off the holder.

To the love of my life and mother of my daughter,
Happy birthday.

His sloppy scrawl made her smile and she leaned over to breathe in the sweet scent of the flowers.

“Quite a bouquet you have there.”

Taylor looked up and saw her boss Lucy Bolton smiling at her from the doorway of her office.

“They’re from Zeke. It’s my birthday today.”

“You’re a very lucky woman. Not many husbands, including my own, take the time to actually send their wives something at work on their birthdays.”

Taylor smiled and turned her attention to a couple coming into the office as Lucy slipped down the hall to get a cup of coffee. Taylor greeted the couple then motioned for them to sit down and told them that her other boss Cynthia Danforth would be right with them. Then she used the intercom on her multiline phone to tell Cynthia that her 2 o’clock appointment was here.

Smoothing her skirt, Taylor sat down at her computer and brought up the file she had been working on before the flowers were delivered. It seemed like she rarely had a moment where she could start a project and finish it completely without being interrupted, but given the alternative, she was willing to be interrupted.

She and Zeke had gone to high school together, along with Lucy’s son Troy and Cynthia’s son Chad, who were really good friends with Zeke. They had been high school sweethearts and waited until their sophomore year of college before getting married and found out they were pregnant with their daughter Penelope Anne just weeks after graduating-her in double business and accounting major and him in culinary arts.

Zeke had gotten a job right away at a family friend’s restaurant and was building up notoriety in the Albuquerque area while Taylor was struggling to find a job. She finally found one at Albuquerque Public Accountants (APA), a large accounting firm in town where both Cynthia and Lucy worked.

After Penelope was born, Taylor had planned to take six weeks of maternity leave, but after the first couple weeks of looking for an in-home babysitter, they decided that they didn’t want a stranger raising their baby and that Taylor would quit her job and become a stay at home mom.

That had been nearly two years ago and Taylor hadn’t regretted that decision once. She had enjoyed being able to introduce the exciting world they lived in to her daughter and watch her experience things for the first time.

Then six months ago, Zeke got the chance of a lifetime-the family friend asked if he wanted to buy the restaurant. Zeke hadn’t been sure because of money, but Taylor knew it was something he desperately wanted to do and as a family they would adjust.

The first thing that had happened as 18-month-old Penelope started attending play dates with children her own age and Taylor used the relationships she created with the other mothers to work out a daycare system where they each took care of the kids one day a week.

Then Taylor started the job hunt again and started by going back to APA in hopes that the bosses she had impressed before would willingly take her back. They had been interested and asked her to come in for an interview. She went in and was in the waiting room when she got a phone call from Cynthia, offering her a job as a junior accountant and receptionist.

Taylor promised to call her back and went through her job interview with APA, but it was at the very end of the interview when the lead partner’s assistant asked if she had any questions that Taylor decided that she liked the idea of working with two women she held close to her heart who knew the struggle of a working mother. She sure they wouldn’t be able to pay her what APA could, but the money didn’t matter. With a firm handshake, she had apologized to the assistant for wasting her time and drove straight to the office that Cynthia had given her directions to.

“Shouldn’t you be getting home? It’s a few minutes after five.”

Taylor looked up from her computer and saw Cynthia smiling at her.

“I just want to fi-”

“It’s Friday, Taylor, go home and see your husband and baby girl.”

Taylor smiled and nodded. She closed the files she had been working on and shut down her computer. She clocked out then started walking to the modest house she, Zeke and Penelope shared that was just a few blocks away.

She opened the front door, expecting to hear evidence of a toddler in the house, but found it deadly silent.

“Hello? Zeke?”

“In the kitchen, but don’t come in here.”

Curious as to what was going on, Taylor took off her coat and hung it in the closet then put the bouquet of flowers on the computer desk before heading towards the kitchen.

“I’m seriously, Taylor, go upstairs for awhile.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m working on something.”

“Okay…where’s Penelope?”

“Spending the night with your mom.”

“Why?”

Instead of replying, her husband came out of the kitchen with an apron and chef hat on and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Because it’s your birthday and I wanted to do something special for just the two of us tonight.”

“Zeke, you know you don’t have to do anything special. You already sent me flowers -”

“I want to do something special for you, Taylor, end of discussion. Now go upstairs and I’ll call you down when dinner is ready.”

“How long do you think that will be?”

“Forty minutes or so.”

“Guess I could take a bubble bath or something…”

“That’s a good idea, take a bubble bath and relax.”

He gave her a soft kiss before turning her to the stairs. He gave her bottom a soft pat then headed back to the kitchen after she trudged up the stairs.

She drew herself a bath then added bubble bath. She pealed off her professional attire and let her hair out of the bun it had been in all day then eased herself into the hot water. The hot water mixed with the rarity that was having a moment to herself, Taylor fell asleep and didn’t wake up until she heard the door open.

“I was wondering where you were.” Her husband smiled as he knelt by the edge of the tub.

“I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

“I know. Finish up and get dressed, dinner is ready when you are.”

She nodded and he left the room. She stood up in the tub, drained the water then climbed into the stand-alone shower. She quickly washed her hair and body then shaved. She climbed out of the shower and wrapped herself in her terry-cloth robe before drying her hair.

Wanting to look good for Zeke, she put on some makeup then went into the walk-in closet to find something to wear. A smile spread across her lips as an idea crossed her mind.

Downstairs, Zeke was dishing homemade lasagna onto plates and filling the plates with French bread and salad. He carried their plates into the dining room and set them down. He was pouring wine into their glasses when he heard Taylor clear his throat. He put the glass and bottle down before looking up and was happy he had put the breakable items down when he took in her outfit-a sexy black nighty worn with a red silk robe over it. His eyes moved down her body taking in the thigh-high stockings he could see through the sheer material of the nighty all the down to her feet where a pair of purple fuzzy slippers greeted him, causing him to laugh.

“I know the slippers don’t really go with the look, but my feet hurt really bad from the-”

“I think it’s cute, just like you.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her body to his. “God you look sexy, Tay.”

“I wanted to do something special for the two of us tonight.”

He smirked at her stealing his line and kissed her full red-painted lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned her body into his, deepening the kiss.

She whimpered when he pushed her away and looked at him with a pout.

“Dinner is getting cold.”

Taylor nodded and allowed him to lead her to her seat. She sat down and wafted her hands in the air above the plate and inhaled deeply.

“It smells wonderful, Zeke.”

“I am to please.”

“You do more than please, Zeke, You give me more than I could ever ask for or need.”

“I like catering your every need and whim. It makes me happy to see you happy.”

“Well I love a man who can cater to me in and out of the bedroom. Especially in the kitchen.” She took a bite of her lasagna and savored all the flavors.

“You mention specially the bedroom and the kitchen as to where I cater you, but I don’t recall our daughter being conceived in either place.”

Taylor felt her face heat up as she followed his gaze to the other end of the table they sat at.

“Not that that is where she was conceived exactly, it could have been on the couch or the floor in front of the gas fire place or-”

“Zeke, stop, I remember all the places we had sex the first night we lived here.”

“Me, too. And I still my favorite place was on the window seat in what is now Penny’s bedroom.” He smirked.

Taylor blushed and threw a piece of bread at him.

“Hey! We do not throw food in this house, do it again and you won’t get any dessert.”

“Dessert? Is there chocolate involved?”

“Of course.”

“Then I’ll behave.”

After finishing her dinner, Taylor stood to take her dishes into the kitchen but Zeke stood and took the plate from her.

“Stay out here. I’ll be back in a second.”

Taylor sighed, but sat back down. She took his absence as a opportunity to kick off her slippers and shrug off her red silk robe.

He returned a few minutes later, holding a chocolate cupcake with one candle in it. He set it before her then sang her happy birthday. She smiled and blew out the candle, making a wish she desperately wanted to come true.

“What did you wish for?”

“If I tell you it won’t come true.” She unwrapped her cupcake and took a bite, not caring one bit that she was getting chocolate frosting all over her mouth and chin. “Where’s yours?”

“I’ll have mine in a little while.” The look he was giving her made her realize that he was implying that she would be his dessert for the night and that made her insides tingle.

He watched her eat the cupcake, licking the frosting off with her tongue and sinking her teeth into the soft chocolaty cake. He felt his loins tighten as she licked the chocolate off her fingers and laughed when she looked at him with chocolate on her cheeks, the tip of her nose and her chin.

“What?”

“You have chocolate on your face.”

Instead of waiting for her to ask where, he came to her and kissed each spot there was chocolate, poking his tongue out to clean up the chocolate. She put a hand on either side of his face and pulled his lips to hers. She leaned back in her chair as he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue through her slightly parted lips.

“I’m ready for dessert.”

Taylor squealed against his lips as he picked her up and set her on the empty end of the dining table. He continued to kiss her as he pushed the chair out of his way with one hand so he could stand between her legs.

She ran her hands over his strong shoulders and down his back to the bottom of his shirt. She slipped her hands under the shirt then eased it up his upper body and over his head.

She could feel his hands on her back through the thin material of her nighty, but wanted to feel his skin against hers. She broke their kiss, scooted back on the table and pulled her nighty over her head exposing her bare chest to his hungry eyes.

His eyes flickered to hers for a brief second before he leaned in and took one hard nipple into his mouth. She moaned as his tongue circled the hard nub then moved to the other one. She whimpered as he took a step back.

“What?”

“I didn’t mean to get this far here.”

“I don’t mind.” She smiled.

“I the black satin sheets on the bed.”

“Then by all means, let’s go upstairs.”

He smiled and scooped her into his arms and carried her up the stairs to their bedroom. He laid her back on the bed then undid his pants and slid them down his legs. He looked up at her and saw her rolling one silk stocking down her leg. He watched as she dropped the stocking on the floor then rolled the other down her other leg. She dropped it on the floor then laid back on the bed and slid the black panties that matched her long forgotten nighty down her slender legs.

Then she gave him a “come and get me” look that sent his hardening manhood to full alert. His eyes remained locked with hers as he pulled his boxers over his stiff member then let them drop onto the floor.

Together they pulled back the comforter, blanket and top sheet then she laid back on the satin fitted sheet and he climbed on top of her.

“I love you Zeke Baylor.”

“I love you Taylor Baylor.”

Taylor smiled as he lowered his lips to hers. While her name was officially Taylor McKessie-Baylor, Zeke never added the McKessie part and that was fine with her.

He slid into her slowly and their bodies moved together. Their movements were slow, but filled with passion and love for one another. He came inside of her and she followed a few minutes later.

After several more rounds, he pulled the bedding over their naked bodies and wrapped his arms protectively around her body.

“I know what you wished for.”

Taylor looked at him expectantly.

“To have another baby.”

Taylor nodded and smiled.

“I hope we get your birthday wish, Tay.”

“Me, too, Zeke.”

“Happy Birthday, Tay baby.”

Taylor smiled and snuggled into his bare chest. Even though she hadn’t gotten to see her precious little girl since before work, her birthday had been better than she had ever imagined.

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