"I made this shake, and I want you to try it. I want to know if it's good or not," I said, handing it to him.
Matthew was surprised, but he took a sip, "Wow! This is delicious. You're doing great, sweetie."
"Aww! Then finish it," I urged, a wicked grin spreading across my face.
I watched with satisfaction as he drained the shake, the effects of the medicine starting to take hold.
"Wait, I'm getting dizzy," Matthew groaned, clutching his head. He swayed, about to fall, and I caught him, guiding him towards the bedroom.
"It's alright, Matthew. You'll be fine," I said, though my heart hammered in my chest.
Once inside, I began my mission. I sat on top of him, my fingers working to undo his buttons.
"Kourtney, what are you doing?" His voice was weak.
"Matthew, I want to make love with you," I whispered, my breath hot against his ear.
"No, Kourtney. This is wrong," he protested, trying to push me away. But I silenced him with a kiss, claiming his lips.
I held him, kissing him deeply, until I felt his response, a tremor of desire running through him.