Chapter 5:

I wanted to rip that dress off of you…

The thought of Zuko removing anything from my body aroused me. I should have been offended but I wasn't. What was wrong with me?

"I'm sorry. That was too forward. You're married. That wasn't a respectable thing to say to you Katara. Forgive me. Report me to HR if you want." He looked apologetic but I didn't want him to apologize. I wanted him to do what he said he wanted to from the beginning.

"It's fine. It isn't the first time I've been hit on by someone who wasn't my husband." But it was the first time I wanted act on that attraction. Sure I recognized other men were attractive but I never would cross that line.

Zuko blinked and went on. "You're a beautiful woman. I'm sure I'm not the only one who suddenly loses control of their thoughts around you." I found it hard to even string together a sentence around this man. He was handsome and sexy and completely new to me.

"That job would be reserved for my husband. He takes care of me very well." He gave me a house to live in and two beautiful children. He loved me, I knew that. That didn't change the fact that he disappointed me time after time. That he hurt me time after time. That he choose his deluded plan to save the world over me. Sometimes, I wanted him to hurt like I hurt. I wanted him to come home to an empty bed and have to curl up by yourself. Wanted him to know what it felt like to feel abandoned and unwanted. I wanted him to hurt, to cry, and to feel how I felt.

But I knew I never could hurt him so personally and so deeply. Aang was God. What was a disciple to a God but a meaningless sheep needing to be herded?

"Do you even know how beautiful you are? Does he even tell how gorgeous you are?" He leaned forward. My body stiffened with his sudden closeness. When was the last time my husband had complimented me? When was the last time he made my heart race like this?

Aang controlled me. He degraded me down to a lowly housewife who waits for him to come home. I lost my spark, my ambition, and my passion. I haven't felt beautiful because he hasn't allowed me to feel beautiful. How pathetic was I?

The next thing I knew, he had slammed his lips to mine and nearly knocked all wind from my lungs.

I hardly had a moment to react before he pressed his tongue to the seam of my lips and, at my grant of access, delved inside my mouth. It was a very sloppy kiss with the strong scent of cinnamon being exchanged in our breaths. My arms reached up and tangled around his neck. In an instant I had pulled away and arched up into his broad chest, moaning in the contact of body heat against my own, before I drew back into his lips. I could nearly feel the slight burn of the strong spice as it rolled off my tongue and seeped down my throat with every push of his tongue against mine.

We pulled back and for some reason I get the sense that he knows. He knows that once he kisses my neck my inhibitions will crumble. After a few soft kisses on my neck I was completely at mercy for his hands to do their bidding. His hands were under my shirt now, clawing at my bare back, and sending tingling feelings up my spine. Now there was only one desire and we both knew it was only a matter of time for it to happen.

"I-I'm sorry. That shouldn't have, have happened." I felt guilty but turned on, so turned on. At least I could say I tried to stop it.

My body was screaming for more. My body was screaming for affection and touch. Zuko's hands still rested on the small of my back as if asking for permission.

"Don't be sorry. Don't ever be sorry about something you want." Zuko whispered into my ear. He pushed a stray piece of my bang behind my ear. His hand lingered on my cheek as if he was silently asking for validation. He wanted me, that was sure but did I want him?

The kiss was inconsequential. Zuko could laugh it off later with his boys, even with my husband if they ever crossed paths but the desire behind the kiss made up for just about everything else. I wanted him. I wanted him on top of me making me scream. I wanted him to take me right now on top of his desk and I wanted him to kiss me again, this time all over my body.

Fuck Aang. Aang wasn't here. Aang was never here. I hoped this would fill the void he left in our crumbling marriage.

I kissed him again. This time I was the one that initiated the touching. When I kissed him heat spread through my whole body. I was addicted to the heat, the fire, and the passion. I leaned forward molding my chest into his I wanted to feel my breasts rubbing against his bare skin. Zuko's kisses were like receiving water after a drought. I craved them and lived for his tongue grazing my lips.

A kiss was one of the most sensual things, next to sex, and I enjoyed every moment of it. His lips were warm and tasted like cinnamon. He was a man who liked spice in his coffee, I assumed. Zuko's hands wrapped my waist and mine rested gently around his neck. When we broke for air, I brought my forehead to his and tried to get so much needed oxygen. His sly smirk told me everything I needed to know. I smiled back allowing him to take hold of my body

Everything moved fast.

I felt like my body was on fire.

He picked me up and threw me against his desk, completely disregarding all of the paperwork that lay there. Once I was seated on the edge of the desk he kneeled down and softly kissed up my legs. I willingly opened them for him to come be between them. The hottest thing I had seen all day was his smirk and the look of determination he gave me as he slid my panties to my ankles using only his teeth. He had done this before, I deduced or at least thought about doing it before many times.

I felt the cold wood against my bottom. He ravished me and marked my mouth with his sweet kisses. His mouth moved from my lips to painting circles with his tongue on my neck. I was so excited already. The way he threw me on the desk, the way he slid my panties off with no remorse, and the way he rubbed my thigh had me panting. It was like his fingers were carving sweet sins into my inner thigh.

He brought my hand to him. He was hot and pulsing. I teased it by rubbing my palm against where he needed to be touched the most. He wanted me bad. I could feel it. Hell, I could see it, even through his pants.

He groaned, "Ugh look what you do to me." He leaned forward as I continued my massage. I felt him bite down hard on my shoulder. It stung, but it felt good to feel the pain. That would definitely leave a mark but I pushed it into the recess of my mind. I was much more tuned into the sounds he was making while I palmed his member. He was moaning more and more. From the looks of things his pants need to come off for more comfort. In fact he was the only one who had a full outfit. I wanted to rip his shirt of but it seemed like his growing erection needed more of my immediate attention. I reached for his zipper but his hand caught me.

I looked up at him, caught off guard by the depth of the desire I found staring back at me. The feel of his eyes on me was driving me to distraction, and I groaned as she slid a finger over my center, pressing down gently, "I'm so wet."

"What do you want?" He tore at the closure on his pants, stroking his bulge through his bottoms. Even though he was painfully aroused he didn't remove his boxers. I was curious to see what his package looked like. I had never been with anyone other than Aang. Compared to him Zuko's length was probably larger, thick and made my legs shake just looking at it. My mouth went dry when he curled his finger and stroked the inside of me.

I could barely muster, "You." He stroked the swollen lips of my sex, drawing the wetness up and around my clit.

"How?" He kissed me wet and sloppy, nothing like Aang who was gentle and slow. My tongue worked around his until he stole my breath.

I was breathing heavily when he pulled away. My eyes rolled back into my head when I felt his hand nearing my pussy again. It was so warm and I aching to be touched there. He stroked my outer folds. I was soaking wet. He could've thrust into me easily right then and there. I needed him inside me soon or I was going to grow impatient.

"Fucking me." I kept my eyes on him, teasing the opening to my pussy with a finger before sinking it deep inside.

I groaned and bite my lip to contain myself. His fingers pumped in and out of me as he reached up and unbuttoned my shirt. Luckily, I wore my black lace bra that made my breasts look amazing. I was lucky I matched my bra and panties today, not that it matter right now anyway.

His eyes got large when I unhooked my bra. My breasts were free and swollen for him to enjoy. He wasted no time sucking on my already hard nipples. It seemed my breasts only fueled him more because his thumb began to rub my clit harder and faster. His fingers moved in and out relentlessly with no sign of slowing down.

I moaned loud. That only made him suck hard, rub faster, and made me wetter.

"Let me make you feel good." He breathed into my ear. "Cum for me."

His fingers moved in and out slow and deep. His thumb drew little circles on my clit. I could feel my walls tense up. He was stroking my G-spot and he was determined to milk me until I was dry.

"Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes." My legs began to tremble. His voice and his thumb on my clit was enough to set me over.

I couldn't speak. Blood began rushing through my system. I couldn't breathe fast enough. I begged God that I could feel like this all the time. Pleasure radiated through my body. The feeling of this orgasm was nothing I could ever explain before. I had never felt anything like that.

My body calmed down, heart rate slow, and muscles relaxed. I stared at the ceiling, coming down from my high. I remembered where I was.

I was at work, with no panties on, with my boss on top of me. Oh, shit. What had I done? What was I about to do? I let him control my body. I let him pleasure me. I submitted to a man who wasn't my husband. My stomach ached.

I was going to throw up. I was going to throw up.

So I threw up on him, well on his leg at least. I didn't give him enough time to even think about moving before it came spewing out of my mouth.

"Jesus. I've never had anyone puke on me after foreplay." Zuko proclaimed. His shirt had a large wet spot on it, about the circumference of a soda can. Oh, God. That was from me. He was wearing my juices like a badge of honor.

I ran my hands through my hair. It had curled and was now wet from sweat. I probably looked like the deed had been done already.

"I, I that was a mistake." I got up and searched for my panties, if he hadn't ripped them to shreds. I thought it would feel good. I thought it would make me feel better, but instead I felt like a dirty, disgusting human being.

"Maybe it was but it was an enjoyable mistake. You liked it, thoroughly." He licked his middle and index finger erotically. If I didn't feel the shame, him tasting my juices on his fingers would've been the hottest thing imaginable (other than him removing my panties with his teeth).

"I didn't know what I wanted. I'm sorry." I found my panties and slipped them on like a chastity belt.

"You screamed for me. You begged for me. Maybe it was a mistake but deep down you want me." He said confidently walking towards me. "We don't have to talk about it, okay. I just pitied you and wanted to make you feel good."

"Pitied. Me. I don't need your damn pity Zuko. You're disgusting. I'm not some prize or conquest."

"When is the last time your husband made you feel alive? I'm not talking about sexually. I'm talking about if he makes you happy, makes you feel good about being with him. My guess is never because you were soaking wet for me."

"That's none of your business. I'm married. That shouldn't have happened." It shouldn't have happened. I was going to let my boss fuck me on his desk. I was so fucked up.

"I never asked you to leave your husband. There was chemistry we acted on it. I will say if you were so interested in your marriage you would have never wanted me in the first place."

"I don't want you. I had a moment of weakness and you scratched my itch. That's all. You won't see me again."

"We have a conference to attend Katara. That's why I wanted you to stay late. It's in a month. We present the new web interface to the entire company. I never intended to screw you. You do excellent work. You deserve the credit."

He wanted to talk me away to a weekend conference to screw me, to take advantage of me. I was an idiot. Here I was thinking all these late nights were to finish my work and all of his compliments about my work were because I was doing a great job, but no he just wanted to get in my pants the entire time. He wanted me to cheat on my husband and didn't even care.

"I'm not going. I can't do that to my husband." By that I meant cheating which I already had basically done.

"Bring him along then if you'll be tempted. This can make your entire career Katara. I know you have dreams and want accomplishments. I also know you're tired of living in the shadow of your husband. You can make a name for yourself. You are so unbelievably talented and I wanted other people to recognize it, including your husband." Zuko continued, looking at me with his passionate golden eyes. "I won't touch you again Katara. You have my honor. Like you said we both had a moment of weakness. "

I turned my back to him and left. Just because he agreed to not touch me didn't mean I didn't want him too. I was driving home, having flashbacks of what had happened on that desk and having thoughts of what would have happened on that desk. I was getting wet just thinking about it.

I couldn't even control my own thoughts. How was I ever going to control my own body around this man? I couldn't go to the conference with him. That would be betraying Aang to the fullest.

Aang was home. For once he was home. He was home on this days of all days. I ran to the shower to wash my deceit off. I couldn't face him with the mark of another man on me. I smelled like Zuko. I could still taste him on my lips and still feel his fingers inside of me. There was no scrubbing him out of my desires, no matter how many showers I took. I scrubbed myself completely but still felt tingle from where Zuko touched me last.

Aang was waiting for me when I got out of the shower. The lights were off in the bedroom. I jumped when he flicked them back on. The room was decorated with at least 20 candles and rose petals were scattered across the bed. Aang stood before me clad in his boxers. He must have set all this up while I was showering.

"Aang, what's all of this?"

He walked over to me and kissed my forehead, "It's for you. I'm sorry about missing the date baby. I want to do a little something to let you know how important you are to me. I got you wine and chocolate and I hope you let me show you how much I love you."

The timing was horrible. Now he wanted to show his appreciation for me when I had almost went to sleep with another man.

He popped the cork on the wine bottle and filled up the wine glasses until it was half full. While he handed me the wine glass he untied the tie to my robe and let it fall to the ground.

"Let me make love to you Katara. I know it's been awhile but I know I can make you feel good again. Please." He dropped his boxers and I saw that he was ready to do this.

"I can't. Can we just talk for a second?" We both sat on the bed completely naked. Ironically, this was the most naked and embarrassed I had felt in our entire marriage.

"What's wrong? You can tell me anything."

I couldn't. The purity and love in his eyes made me feel horrible. I couldn't break his heart.

"I'm just stressed about work. I have a conference to go to with my boss. We present the new website to the entire company. I don't know if I could do it."

This conference was coming in a month. In a month I could save my marriage, I had to. Otherwise I was going to give into my lust and fall flat on my face.

"Well if you want my support, I'll be happy to go with you. I want you to know that I care about you. If you're proud of your work I'll be happy to accompany you."

"Thanks Aang that means a lot."

"What else is wrong? I know you Kat. I know when you're upset and right now you're off."

"I, I just love you so much Aang. I'm happy I chose you."

Aang smiled and his grey eyes flickered with hope. That night we made love like we had never done before, but the whole time I thought of Zuko lying next to me, thrusting in and out of me, and making my legs shake.

I wanted his trying to be enough for me. I wanted to fix our marriage so bad. I wanted to love him again but all I kept thinking about was Zuko. I was caught in his web now. The game of fighting my desires was intoxicating. I don't know how long I could be able to fight my lust for him but, I had every intention of punishing myself for what I had done and what I had almost done for the rest of my life.

Author's Note: As school is in its last month, I will be able to update more frequently next month when the semester ends. Unfortunately now is crunch time with more papers and more tests to take so for the next three weeks I will be focusing on that. Until then:

What do you want to see happen next? How do you guys feel about this chapter?

Thanks for reading,

Brie