Temptation • An NBA Love Triangle

10 • don't speak

John has had countless women in bed since that day he saw Armelle in her blue robe.

None of the women could please him, so he kicked them out of bed as soon as he finished.

Everyday, Armelle had her yoga sessions in her backyard and he watched her.

It was a cycle for seven whole days. She would come outside, place her mat near the pool, and tune out everything by meditating.

He stared at her until he got hard as a rock.

Obsessed isn't the right word to describe the situation.

Armelle is aware of him watching her. She finds it completely amusing.

It's kind of cute to her.

The thing is.. she doesn't know his intentions. It's not like he has a crush on her.

He just wants to have sex with her. No strings attached. Well, that's what he thinks..

Being the friendly person she is, she baked a batch a fudge brownies for him.

She walked across the yard with a smile and knocked on the gorgeous, dramatic French doors.

She heard barking and John grunting, causing a smile to form on her face.

He finally opened one of the doors and immediately cracked a smile.

Of course he was shirtless.

"Armelle, come in." She smiled back and walked in slowly, taking in the beauty of the foyer.

He led her to the kitchen and she sat the plate on the counter.

"Your house is beautiful. Give me a tour?" He nodded before grabbing a brownie, taking a bite with a moan.

Armelle smiled and he looked back at her with a sexy smile.

She exhaled slowly and followed him around the house, slowly falling in love with the decor of each room.

"This is my bedroom. I decorated it myself." He looked around proudly as she walked over to the window.

"Nice." She looked back at him and he obviously checked her out.

"I know you like to watch me." She raised her right eyebrow with a smirk and faced him.

He scratched the back of his neck nervously and laughed, stepping closer to Armelle.

She crossed her arms over her chest and stepped away from the window.

"John, do you have a crush on me?" He rubbed his chin and shrugged. She stepped closer to him and laughed at the funny look on his face.

He shook his head and shut her up with a kiss.

She pulled back and wiped her lips while stepping backwards.

"Johnathan, I'm married! I don't want your lips anywhere near mine!" He smirked and grabbed her waist, looking directly into her eyes.

"Stop it." She swallowed hard and nodded quickly.

"Armelle, I can't stop thinking about you. Every time I'm in bed with another girl, I think about you. I want to fuck you until you forget your husband's and kids' names."

Her heart started racing and he pushed her onto that bed, causing her eyes to almost bulge out of her head.

"Relax, baby. I'm gonna take care of you." He pulled down his sweatpants and her jaw dropped immediately.

"John, no. I'm not going this." He bent down to kiss her and she fought him off until he reached between her legs.

He was thankful she wore a dress.. Easy access.

He pulled her underwear down and got between her legs.

She scooted back until her back hit the headboard.

He grabbed her legs and pulled her closer, entering her roughly.

She gasped and closed her eyes with a moan, grabbing the sheets.

He didn't let her catch her breath as he swiftly moved in and out of her, keeping his eyes closed.

Armelle couldn't believe what she was doing and it broke her heart.

Tears were rolling down her cheeks as guilt started wrecking her brain.

That guilt was soon replaced by pleasure again, making her scratch his back and he ran his hands through her hair as they kissed.

Her moans overpowered his grunts, making beautiful music.

He kissed her passionately as he felt a unfamiliar feeling building up in him. When he usually reached his climax, he didn't feel this good.

He let out a moan and came inside of her, panting against her lips.

He pulled out and laid next to her with a smile. She felt exhilarated and guilty all at the same time.

"I have to go. I'm sure my husband is up from his nap." Armelle stood up and slid on her underwear with trembling hands.

He placed his hand on her lower back and she stood up, fixing her dress before slipping on her shoes.

"Goodbye, John." She fixed her sex hair as she walked downstairs with tear stained cheeks.

He followed close behind, fixing his pants, and grabbed her hand. She pulled her hand back and pointed at his face with tears in her eyes.

"Stay away from me. What happened up there was nothing." He furrowed his eyebrows and felt the guilt radiating off of her.

He felt a little hurt by her words, but brushed it off once she walked out.

Deep down, she loved it. She didn't want to admit it, but he's so damn good.

So damn good.