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As soon as I walked into the sleek, modern office of the CEO, my pulse quickened and my body began to buzz with anticipation. I had been waiting for this meeting for weeks, ever since I had been hired as his personal assistant.

The CEO was a stunningly handsome man, with chiseled features, piercing blue eyes, and a sharp wit that left me feeling breathless. I found myself drawn to his commanding presence, and couldn’t help but feel a sense of forbidden desire every time I caught him looking at me.

As I settled into my seat across from him, he began to speak, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. But as he talked about the business’s financial goals and marketing strategies, my mind began to wander. I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to touch him, to feel his hands on my body, to taste his lips.

Suddenly, I realized that he had paused in his monologue, and was looking at me expectantly. I blushed, realizing that I had been lost in my own private musings. But he merely smirked, as if he knew exactly what I had been thinking.

“Is everything all right?” he asked, his gaze never leaving mine.

“Yes, of course,” I stammered, feeling embarrassed. But he simply chuckled, and leaned back in his chair.

“Do you know what I like, more than anything?” he asked, his eyes twinkling.

“N-no, sir,” I replied, feeling suddenly nervous.

“I like honesty,” he said, leaning forward again. “I like it when people aren’t afraid to confess their deepest desires. And I have a feeling, my dear assistant, that you have some pretty wicked thoughts hiding behind those innocent eyes.”

My heart raced as I looked into his piercing blue gaze, and I felt a sudden surge of courage. “You’re not wrong,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve been fantasizing about you since the day I met you.”

A slow smile spread across his face, and I felt a thrill of excitement at his response. “That’s what I like to hear,” he said, standing up from his desk. “But let’s not waste any more time talking about it. I think it’s time for some carnal confessions, don’t you?”

Before I could reply, he had crossed the room and was standing right in front of me, his hands reaching out to cup my face. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine, and all the pent-up desires and frustrations of the past few weeks came flooding out. Our bodies pressed together, and I felt his hands roving over my curves as we kissed long and hard, our tongues dancing together in a dance of raw desire.

Finally, he pulled away, panting heavily, his eyes bright with hunger. “I think it’s time we took this conversation somewhere more…private,” he said, gesturing towards the door.

I followed him out of the office and down the hallway, my heart racing with excitement. As we stepped into the elevator, he pressed the button for the top floor, and I felt an electric thrill run through my body. Where was he taking me? What was he planning?

The elevator doors slid open to reveal a luxurious penthouse suite, with plush carpets and soft lighting. He led me to a large four-poster bed, and began to undress me, his hands exploring every inch of my body. I felt a sense of forbidden pleasure coursing through me as I realized that I was about to indulge in fantasies that I had never even dared to confess to myself.

As we made love, our bodies tangled together in a frenzy of passion, I felt as though all my wildest desires were finally being fulfilled. His whispered words of adoration and lust only fueled my flames of desire, and I surrendered myself completely to the carnal pleasures that awaited me.

And as he finally collapsed beside me, panting and sated, I knew that I had finally found the ultimate forbidden pleasure. I had confessed my deepest desires, and they had been fulfilled beyond my wildest dreams. And I knew that I would all the time hunger for more.
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