No chance to respond

She didn't give me a chance to respond. Before I knew it, she pushed me against the wall and began kissing me. My eyes widened in surprise and the moral part of me wanted to stop. But I had a beautiful woman throwing herself at me, so who was I to refuse?

I gave in and began kissing her back eagerly.

"Rebecca," I said, pulling away after a minute, "not that I'm complaining or anything, but you are married."

She shrugged her shoulders. "Yep."

"Then why?"

"Maybe because I want you to fuck me. Maybe I want you to make me naked, and have your wicked way with me," she said, kissing me again and tugging on my shirt.

"Once again, why?"

"Because..."