Temptation (A Woman's Lust 3)

By CS Morgan

Rachel's relationship is faltering. The affection John once showed has been replaced by a sexual desire, a need to push the limits for bigger and more erotic thrills. Though Rachel doesn't always object, she also benefits from his wild imagination, she misses his tenderness and sensuality, that passion they used to share. When Rachel works away for a fortnight, is it any surprise that she becomes infatuated by a stranger she meets in the hotel's bar? Can Rachel resist the temptation and stay faithful to John, or will she succumb, and cast a shadow over their future together?

Sensual and moving, this third installment in the 'A Woman's Lust' series delves deeper into Rachel's persona. Join Rachel on her journey and discover which path she takes in this 224 page (56,000 word) novel from British writer, CS Morgan.

Please note that due to sexual content that some readers may find offensive, this book is intended for mature audiences only.

Reviews for books in this series:

FIVE STARS: 'This book was good escapist sexy fun.' (WesternWayDomesticGoddess, Smashwords)
FIVE STARS: 'SEXY!!!!' (J.M. Cameron, Smashwords)
FIVE STARS: 'Very very sensual and very well written, a great start to the series. Hope to see that novel......' (Anonymous, Barnes&Noble)
FIVE STARS: 'I really enjoyed this ... It was hot and juicy' (Anonymous, Barnes&Noble)

• Language: English
• Publisher: CS Morgan
• Release date: Dec 5, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301373338

CS Morgan

CS Morgan has reached the top #50 in both the Amazon and iTunes Erotica charts with 'A Woman's Lust', a series of erotic novels for women, following the fictional adventures of British couple Rachel and John. The fourth novel, a flashback to Rachel's university days, is due to be released in the spring of 2013. CS Morgan is currently developing a new series of novels, 'A Woman's Love'. These will fall into the romance category but will still be as sizzling as the other books!

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A Woman’s Lust 3: Temptation

By CS Morgan

Copyright 2012 CS Morgan

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Reviews for earlier ‘A Woman’s Lust’ titles

FIVE STARS: SEXY!!!! (J.M. Cameron, Smashwords)

FIVE STARS: Very very sensual and very well written, a great start to the series. Hope to see that novel...... (Anonymous, Barnes&Noble)

FIVE STARS: I really enjoyed this short story ... It was hot and juicy (Anonymous, Barnes&Noble)

FOUR STARS: Hot, hot, oh so hot was this short story (Anonymous, Barnes&Noble)

Table of Contents

Chapter 1: The Duke

Chapter 2: Truth or Dare

Chapter 3: Dare

Chapter 4: Punishment

Chapter 5: Monday Morning

Chapter 6: TechSoft

Chapter 7: Restaurant

Chapter 8: Cocktails

Chapter 9: Elevator

Chapter 10: Morning After

Chapter 11: Steve

Chapter 12: Alone

Chapter 13: Webcam

Chapter 14: Back in the Office

Chapter 15: Weekend

Chapter 16: Week Two

Chapter 17: Unfaithful

Chapter 18: Friendly Face

Chapter 19: Beginnings

From the Author

Chapter 1: The Duke

In her early twenties, when Rachel was feeling low after yet another failed relationship, she’d asked her grandmother how she remained so content after sixty years of marriage.

Without batting an eyelid or pausing for thought, her grandmother explained that relationships are like see-saws: sometimes you go up, sometimes you go down, but provided you’re content in the middle, everything works out fine. She smiled at Rachel, not the mischievous smile that meant she was about to slip them a handful of sugar cubes behind their parent’s backs, but her warm, sage like smile, the one reserved for her moments of wisdom. Those niggling problems that slowly poison a relationship, she continued, only start when one person steps off the see-saw, even for the briefest of moments. The person remaining plummets until they’re perched on the ground, stranded at the bottom and all on their own. Ask yourself, she laughed, what fun is a see-saw without someone to lift you up?

Rachel never forgot those words, and whenever her relationships went through difficult periods, she imagined herself in an empty park, staring at a see-saw, as it rises into the air in front of her. She desperately needed a lift. She was due to spend two weeks away from home and she needed a good, strong hug to show that she was loved.

But John had already appeared to have stepped off their see-saw. He seemed to be cooling towards her. He was still fun to be around, he could always make her laugh, but little things had started to awry. Things she had loved about him at the beginning had started to dwindle before disappearing altogether, silly little things, like glancing touches or quick kisses as they passed one another about the house or the loving notes he used to leave in the kitchen for her to find when she came down in the mornings, those things that had made their relationship so special.

Maybe she was being unfair, maybe it wasn’t entirely John’s fault. It was possible that she was overreacting to his behaviour, seeing things that weren’t there or analysing too deeply the things he said or did. But either way, Rachel decided they needed some time together, some personal time out of the house where John wouldn’t get distracted by the television.

So she threw John’s coat onto his lap and told him to get his shoes. They were going for a drink down the Duke.

By the time they left the pub several hours later, even though night had well and truly fallen, Rachel could tell the sky was darkening. The clouds had thickened and were threatening to rain. The wind was bending the branches of the trees and swirling the leaves that had already fallen onto the street.

‘There’s a storm coming,’ Rachel said, buttoning her coat against the autumn chill. The heat of the pub’s fire soon felt like a distant memory. She reached for John’s hand and curled her fingers through his.

‘We’re fine,’ John replied. ‘The forecast wasn’t too bad. It’s not far to walk.’

Rachel looked back at the pub. ‘I do love that place. I’m glad they fixed it up. It’s nice to have a good local that serves tasty food.’

John pointed to the pub sign further down the road. ‘We could’ve gone to an even closer local, you know. The Cross Keys. All you have to do is lower your standards every now and again…’

‘I’m not sure my standards could ever get that low,’ she cringed. ‘My feet were sticking to the floor the last time I went in there.’

‘I warned you about wearing those Velcro soles.’

‘C’mon, even the students avoid it, that’s a telltale sign. I hate to think what they do to their food.'

‘It’s not that bad if you don’t look too closely. The beer is cheap.’

‘So are the barmaids from what I’ve heard!’ Rachel laughed.

‘Yeah, well, they’re kinder on the eyes than Derek.’

Rachel shrugged. Derek may not be the best looking landlord, he had the physique of someone who’d spent their entire life in the pub trade, but to his credit he’d done wonders for the Duke. Since taking over the place the previous spring, he’d entirely renovated it; out came the pool tables and the threadbare carpets and in came log fires and candles on the tables. He launched a new menu and ramped up the prices to match. The new gastro-feel pushed out the old locals who were used to sitting at the bar, sipping all night on a single pint while grumbling about their hernias, allowing space for a younger, professional clientele like Rachel and John.

It wasn’t that Rachel didn’t like rougher pubs, those with a coarser atmosphere, the thought of some of the pubs she used to drink in while at university made her skin crawl, but the Cross Keys set a new standard on grubbiness. John was right, it was fractionally closer, but since it took almost fifteen minutes to get to the Cross Keys, the extra hundred yards further up the road to the Duke was time well spent.

Few cars passed as they strolled down the hill. The Duke had been quiet, only a handful of other couples were scattered around, spread evenly amongst the tables to maintain their privacy. It seemed that most people hadn’t wanted to go out on that Sunday night, preferring to watch the television with a bottle of wine, but Rachel had needed a change of scene.

Her company was looking to expand by acquiring a competing business and she’d been asked to go onsite for the next fortnight for the due diligence, those financial checks that validate the company’s accounts. Rachel knew her job sounded dull when she described it at parties, but the truth of it was that she loved it. Sure, a lot of it was mundane, that’s the same for any job, but every now and again something exciting like this would come up. She loved the way she could help her employers make good decisions. It was her responsibility to ask all the right questions and to read between the lines when the answers were given. If she got it wrong and gave poor advice, her employers could stand to lose a fortune. When she got it right, as she always did, they made a lot of money.

She leant against John’s shoulder. ‘Are you going to miss me?’

‘Eh?’ he grunted.

‘Next week. I’m away until Friday, then the same the week after. Will you miss me?’

‘Sure,’ he said absentmindedly.

Rachel glanced up and saw his attention was elsewhere. He was staring through the window of the Cross Keys at the barmaid. Her face was obscured by a mass of red curls, flowing down to just below her shoulders, but the men weren’t interested in her hair. She was leaning over the bar, perched on her elbows, and her low cut top couldn’t attempt to cover her huge cleavage. She was laughing with a handful of old men who were jostling to get the best view.

‘Really?’ Rachel sighed.

‘Really what?’

‘That barmaid! You find that attractive?’

‘Not sure I’d use the word attractive, but yeah, that works for me.’

‘Why?’

‘You just know it’s going to be dirty.’

‘Yeah, physically and mentally I bet.’

‘Ooo, hark at you, getting all catty. Shall I get you a bowl of milk?’ Even though they’d taken a few steps past the pub, the barmaid’s shrill laugh pierced the night air. Rachel knew it had to be her, she’d seen no other women in the pub and it was highly unlikely that any others had been in at all during the evening. ‘Lucy’s alright,’ John continued, ‘she’s not the kind of girl you’d take home to your parents, though I’m sure Dad wouldn’t mind, but she’s a top lass. She’s one of those down to earth girls who drinks pints with the boys and doesn’t give a damn about what anyone thinks of her. She’s great. And as I said, you just know she’d be dirty!’ He grinned at Rachel. ‘Fancy a threesome with her? I bet she’d be game.’

‘Is that all you think about? Dirty, kinky sex?’

‘Not any more,’ he said cheekily, ‘I’ve got you! What more could I want?’

‘Mmm, I wish I believed that.’

He gave a mock hurt expression. ‘It is true, I promise, and to prove it, I’ll take you home and give you a good seeing to. Good, wholesome, clean sex of course, nothing kinky or dirty … unless you ask for it!’ He reached around and squeezed her breast. ‘After all, we’ll have to wait until next weekend before we get another chance.’

‘Is sex all you ever think about it?’ she replied, shirking off his hand.

‘Only when I’m with you,’ he beamed. ‘it never crosses my mind when I’m in the Cross Keys.’

‘I should bloody hope it doesn’t.’ They walked a few yards in silence. ‘Do you ever think about me?’

‘Sexually?’

‘Yes. Well, no, in any way, I guess. Or is it a case of out of sight, out of mind?’

‘No, of course not, I think of you all the time, my darling sweetheart. I’m constantly mulling over our life together. From morning til night.’

‘Really? Constantly? If that’s the case then, when is our anniversary?’

‘April.’

‘April the what?’

‘I don’t know, it was late. The 23rd?’

‘Was that a guess?’ she frowned.

‘Ha, no. It is, isn’t it?’ By the look on her face, he knew he’d got it right. He leaned over and kissed her forehead. ‘See, I knew it was. You should learn to trust me.’

‘That wasn’t fair. OK, another one, what was my little tabby called?’

John shrugged. ‘Why should I know that? Bet you don’t know what our family dog was called?’

‘Jackson.’

‘Yeah, well, we talk about him a lot. He was a good old boy.’

‘I talk about Patch a lot. She was beautiful.’

‘Uh, yeah, it does ring a few bells now you mention it.’

‘See, you don’t care about any of my stuff. All you want to do is letch at barmaids and take me home for a good seeing to!’

John stopped walking and turned her by her shoulders to face him. ‘I do care about you, about your stuff, you know I do.’ He pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her. Rachel leaned into him and breathed in his aftershave, making a mental note to buy him something better for Christmas. A car drove past, illuminating them, before disappearing over the brow in the direction of their home.

‘I know you do, but I wished you’d show it more often. Sometimes it feels like you just want me for your carnal pleasure.’

‘No, not just that,’ he grinned, ‘you keep the place tidy as well.’

She slapped him hard on his arm. ‘Not helpful, mister, I’m venting here. I want you to understand what I’m saying.’

John looked serious. He cupped Rachel’s face in her hands and kissed her, his lips gently pressing against hers. Her body relaxed as she pressed back against him. ‘I do understand,’ John said, breaking the kiss, ‘you’re going away and you want to be missed. That’s entirely natural. I will miss you, like I always do.’

‘Really?’

‘You know I do.’ He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her close. ‘Anyway, I hope you do!’

Rachel sighed and leaned into him. Her arms wrapped around his back as her cheek pressed against his chest. ‘I do,’ she answered, ‘I’ve just been worried about us.’ She smiled and tilted her head upwards for John’s kiss. His fingers curled into her hair, massaging her scalp as their lips pressed against the others.

‘Nothing to worry about,’ John said softly. ‘You’re my girl.’

‘Mmm, I like that,’ Rachel purred. ‘I’m going to miss you.’ She hugged him closer. ‘And I’m definitely going to miss these cuddles.’

‘Well, if we get a move on, we can have cuddles at home. I’m getting cold. You can warm me up in bed!’

Rachel gave him another little kiss before they headed back down the road. Rachel enjoyed walking back from the pub; most of the journey was downhill and it was good to get some fresh air and walk off the food and alcohol. Darker clouds were gathering but it looked liked they’d get home before any rain started. They hadn’t seen anyone, not walking or driving, since they passed the Cross Keys.

‘What else do you want to test me on?’ John asked, smiling. ‘I might surprise you and get more right than you expected.’

‘I doubt that,’ Rachel laughed. ‘I’m good, no more tests.’

‘Aww, I was enjoying that. How about a game of confessions instead?’

Rachel slipped her arm through John’s and dug her hands deep into her pockets. ‘Like Truth or Dare style confessions?’

‘Ooo, that’s better, still. Truth or Dare, then. Yes?’

‘Aren’t you supposed to play that with others?’

John laughed. ‘And you accuse me of always thinking about kinky sex and getting more people involved!’

Rachel slapped John on his stomach. ‘You know I didn’t mean it like that. I just thought it was a party game. That’s how we used to play it at university.’

‘OK. Truth or Dare? Choose one.’

‘I really can’t be arsed,’ Rachel moaned.

‘Truth or Dare?’ John persisted.

They still had ten minutes to walk. Rachel knew he wouldn’t relent. ‘If it makes you happy,’ she sighed, ‘Truth.’

‘Yes!’ John hissed, cherishing his victory. ‘Tell me about those Truth or Dare games you just mentioned, when you were at university.’

Rachel tilted her head, she was already regretting her decision to play. ‘Do I have to? It was years ago, we were young.’

‘Yep, that’s the game. You said Truth, I asked the question, so tell me!’

‘Well,’ Rachel stalled, her mind drifting back to her university days.

Chapter 2: Truth or Dare

Rachel hadn’t been a virgin when she started university but she was pretty naïve compared to the friends that she met. During her first year, she played around a fair bit, as did all her friends. They jumped in and out of each other’s beds, mostly drunk or high, and thought nothing of it in the morning. In her second year, she settled down with her studies and met her one true love, sharing that once in a lifetime romance until graduation day came, when their careers pulled them to different ends of the country and they realised their love wasn’t even strong enough to survive a seven hour train journey.

‘When you’re ready,’ John urged.

‘Right, here we go. Remember it was a long time ago so don’t judge.’ She swept some stray hairs off her face. ‘We only played it a couple of times, well, half a dozen or so. It usually started as a progression from spin the bottle, so the first few