Chapter 203 Agreeing To Her Temptation {3}

Chapter 203 Agreeing To Her Temptation {3}
The pure image of Kelsey being raptured in my arms continually plagued me whenever I see her.

The first notification of being paid by Mr. Troy alerted me of the fact that I had gone against my principles.

But consequences be damned.

Why couldn't I stop thinking of her? I didn't touch the money sent to me neither did I visit the Troy on any occasion.

Unfortunately I couldn't avoid Mrs Troy for far too long. "You've been avoiding me," she said once I opened the door to meet her standing on my doorstep.

Briefly I halted myself when I noticed that I'd sniffed the air in her passing. "We only did it once." She turned around once she had walked in after noting my silence.

"Once was enough." I muttered, "I had informed your husband about it."

"He would have loved to watch us while at it to have evidence that you did it. If one time could make me pregnant, my husband and I wouldn't have come to you." Kelsey relayed, placing herself onto my couch.

My knuckles folded. My stomach dropped. "Your husband would watch me fuck you?"

As much as the knowledge of that riled me, it turned me on strongly against my wish. She was dressed modestly which was unlike her. Surprisingly the gloss plattered on her lips pulled me in like electric.

Her only reply was a shrug.

"Your husband didn't state the number of times that we were to perform. I have finished my task. I will partake no more in this....," I swallowed the last word as I faced her.

One of her brows specked upwards. She inhaled deeply, stood up and walked up to me.

"I wouldn't advise you to come any closer." I warned her.

"I don't get it. Are you pissed that I'm someone else's wife? One minute you're pissed at my very presence. And the next minute you're succumbed, left with no one and fucking me like that's what you've been thinking of doing to me_" she paused to catch her breath as she stood in front of me.

"Ever since you laid eyes on me." She finished softly.

Her magnetic presence pulled me in. Again, I shook off the feeling. "You need to leave." I told her as I started to turn.

Her hand stopped me. "I'm not leaving," she said.

"You are."

As I turned, she forced her lips on mine. "Admit it, Cameron. You feel something for me." She said as her lips left mine.

In that instant, I flared. "And what does it matter?"

The moment the words were out, I regretted it. I turned my face away. Her hand tilted my face towards her.

"You do want me, this very moment?" She asked.

"We are just doing business, are we not?" I asked her.

"Business or not, you do turn me on." She said not above a whisper.

In the absence of a response from me, she took my hand, graze it underneath her long skirts until it came to her heat.

Hell, I should have turned away. Dragged her out from my room, and never let her in again. But I was consumed by the thought of how our previous make out had stuck to my head, how her moans had echoed in my head and how haunted I was to have her again.

She gasped when my fingers clashed on her nub. Biting her lower lip, "Kiss me," she begged.

"No," I said, sweetened by the emotions that cycled on her face.

My fingers didn't stop flicking her clit. Her hands gripped my arms, gasping each time it clicked right.

"Why won't you kiss me?" She asked, her eyes boring into me.

"I cannot give everything you ask of me," I leaned into her.

"But you want me too," she muttered.

I plunged in two fingers, and she gasped. "Perhaps," I said, relished in the thought that she consumed me.

I pulled her head close, breathing in her natural scent. "I fucking hate the way you consume me. With nothing but the mere skin of your skin on mine." I pulled out my fingers and raised it to her face.

"Watch how your juices cream down my fingers," I splayed my fingers in front of her.

"Now suck on it." I commanded.

Like the badgirl, she stuck her pink tongue out, combing down the length of my fingers until they were licked dry.

At that moment, I knew I couldn't let her leave. I leaned forward and kissed her deeply, delving into the depths of her mouth until I found her tongue.

I groaned when her hand boldly touched my crotch. "I cannot stop myself now. The lack of your body has made me a mad man. But I promise you, this will be the last. The very last."

Throwing caution to the wind, I picked her up - kissing her still, shredding clothes from body till we were both bared in bed.

"This will be the last?" She broke our maddening kisses, cupping my face.

"Yes." I answered.

"Why?"

"You keep asking a lot of questions, Kelsey. Is it right that I call you by your first name?" My lips stretched into a slow smile.

She smiled back. "I do not mind," she said, fishing for my rod whilst she stroked my staff.

I cupped her breasts as sensations much too loud stung my body. Turning her to the side, I placed myself behind her as I cradled my staff into her hole.

"Shit," I mumbled, steadied and resumed stroking in and out of her.

I didn't want to be plagued by my conscience, so I buried it and started to pound. This was a job, and I would finish it.

She turned, reaching for my mouth, and I didn't hesitate to give her my lips.

"I love the way you own me. Pl_please let it not be the last," she pleaded as I got on top of her.

How could I agree to her terms?
Her temptations would definitely be the death of me?
I had never loved a married woman, and she would never be the first.

I kissed her to avoid replying her. I was close to releasing, but I wanted to be certain she had achieved her climax.

"Do you want more?" I teased her, kissing her neck.

"Yes, please give me more." She cried.

As I dug into her, striking some few strokes, she snapped. "Oh, this is so gooood," she held unto me tight.

That was when my nut exploded, inside of her still I was content that I was far spent. But this would be the very last, of that, I had assured myself.