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She had been working for him for almost a year now, and every day she walked into the office, she felt the same sort of tension that made her insides twist and knot. Her boss was an enigma, a man who exuded confidence and authority, yet still managed to make her feel like a fragile piece of glass.

But that wasn’t the only thing she felt towards him. No, she had been fighting a forbidden desire, the kind that made her blush and brought heat to her cheeks. She had tried to push it away, bury it deep inside, but it was all the time there, simmering beneath the surface, waiting to boil over.

This desire had been plaguing her for months, and she knew it was wrong. He was her boss, a man she was supposed to respect and obey. But every time he looked her way, every time he spoke to her in that deep, commanding voice, she couldn’t help but feel drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

One day, as she was getting ready to leave the office, he called her into his office. She walked in, heart racing, and sat down in front of him.

“Is everything alright?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

He didn’t say anything for a few moments, just looked at her with those piercing blue eyes of his. She squirmed in her seat, feeling the weight of his gaze on her.

“I’ve been noticing you lately,” he said finally, his voice low and smooth. “You’ve been doing a great job.”

Her heart leapt in her chest, grateful for the praise but also incredibly turned on by his words.

“Thank you, sir,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

He leaned forward, resting his arms on his desk. “But there’s something else I’ve been noticing about you,” he said, his eyes darkening. “Something…forbidden.”

She swallowed hard, her eyes darting up to meet his. “I-I don’t know what you mean,” she stammered.

“Oh, I think you do,” he said, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

She felt a wave of heat rush through her body, and she knew that he could see the effect he was having on her.

“You’re my boss,” she said, trying to reason with herself. “This can’t happen.”

“But it has already started happening,” he said, standing up and walking around to her side of the desk. “You’re attracted to me, aren’t you?”

She couldn’t deny it any longer. “Yes,” she whispered, feeling like she was standing on a ledge, a long drop down to the unknown.

He leaned in close to her, his breath hot on her ear. “Good,” he murmured. “Because I’m attracted to you too.”

Before she could say anything else, his mouth was on hers, his hands roughly pulling her close. Everything else slipped away as they kissed, tongues tangling together in a frenzied dance.

This was wrong, but it felt so damn good. She moaned as he trailed kisses down her neck, his hands slipping under her shirt to cup her breasts.

“Take off your clothes,” he growled, his voice rough with desire.

She hesitated for a moment, but the pull between them was too strong. She peeled off her shirt and bra, revealing her pert breasts to him. He leaned forward, taking one of them into his mouth and sucking hard, causing her to cry out in pleasure.

He stripped off his own clothes, revealing a muscular, toned body that made her mouth water. He pushed her back onto the couch, his hands exploring every inch of her body.

When he finally entered her, it felt like a dream come true. He was rough and passionate, powerful and dominant. The way he moved inside her made her feel like she was losing control, like she was falling over the edge of a cliff and never coming back.

Hours passed like this, lost in each other’s bodies. They both knew it was wrong, but in that moment, they didn’t care. All they cared about was the way their bodies fit together, the way they both felt so alive.

As the sun began to peek through the windows, they reluctantly got dressed and went their separate methods. It was a forbidden encounter, a moment they both knew they could never repeat.

But for that one night, they were exactly what the other one needed. And that was all that mattered.
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