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As I gazed around the luxurious penthouse suite, I couldn’t help but feel like I was dreaming. Just a few months ago, I was living in a small apartment with my struggling artist roommate, barely making ends meet. But now, I was standing in the home of one of the world’s most successful billionaires, thanks to my job as his personal assistant.

Charles Montgomery was a man who commanded attention whenever he walked into a room. He was tall, dark, and handsome, with piercing blue eyes that seemed to look right through you. His wealth was obvious in every detail of his home, from the extravagant chandeliers to the priceless artwork hanging on the walls.

I had all the time admired Charles from afar, but I never imagined that he would ever notice me. So when he first asked me to be his personal assistant, I was stunned. I knew I wasn’t suitable for such a position, but he seemed to see something in me that I didn’t see in myself.

Over the past few months, I had become indispensable to him, handling everything from his schedule to his personal correspondence. But I had also begun to develop feelings for him. I knew it was foolish, given the vast gulf between us in terms of wealth and power, but I couldn’t help but wonder if there was something more between us.

One evening, Charles called me into his study and asked me to bring my laptop. I assumed he needed me to draft an email or update his calendar, but when I arrived, he had something else in mind. He sat me down in a plush leather chair and took a seat across from me.

“Caroline,” he said, “I’ve been thinking about something for a while now, and I think it’s time we discuss it.”

“Of course, Mr. Montgomery,” I said nervously.

“I don’t think I need to remind you how important your role is to me,” he said, “but I also think it’s important that we establish some boundaries.”

“Boundaries?” I repeated, confused.

“Caroline, I’m a man with needs,” he said, leaning forward in his chair. “And I’ve been thinking that perhaps you could…satisfy them.”

I felt my face grow hot as I realized what he was suggesting. “Mr. Montgomery, I don’t think that’s appropriate.”

“I understand your reservations,” he said smoothly, “but I assure you, I would compensate you generously. And of course, this wouldn’t affect your job in any way.”

I hesitated, unsure of how to respond. The idea of sleeping with my boss was exciting, but also terrifying. But as I stared into his eyes, I could see the hunger there, and I felt myself growing wet with desire.

“Okay,” I said finally, surprising myself.

“Good,” he said, standing up. “Follow me.”

He led me down a hallway and into a bedroom that was more lavish than any I had ever seen. A huge four-poster bed dominated the space, and a wall of windows offered a stunning view of the city skyline.

I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room as Charles began to undress, revealing a chiseled chest and a rock-hard six-pack. I felt my own clothes growing too tight as I drank in the sight of him, and I couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to have his hands on me.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly.

I nodded, and he pulled me in for a deep kiss. His lips were soft and insistent, and I lost myself in the sensation of his tongue exploring my mouth. I could feel his arousal growing against me, and it only made me want him more.

He quickly stripped me of my clothes, leaving me standing naked before him. He took in my body with a hungry gaze, and I felt a pang of self-consciousness. But then he leaned down and began to kiss my breasts, and all my worries evaporated.

He worshipped my body with his lips and tongue, exploring every inch of me. As he took me to the heights of pleasure, I knew that nothing could ever compare to this forbidden, delicious tangle of desire.

For hours, we lost ourselves in each other, exploring all the limits of what was allowed and safe. Charles was an expert lover, and he knew just how to make me scream with pleasure. I left his penthouse that night, drenched in sweat and covered in a sheen of sex.

And yet, despite all the pleasure he had given me, I couldn’t help but feel conflicted. My relationship with Charles had crossed a line, and I wasn’t sure whether I could live with the guilt that came with it.

But as I lay in bed that night, my body still humming with desire, I knew that I would go back to him. There was something about his touch, his power, that I could never withstand. And as I drifted off to sleep, I knew that my life would never be the same again.
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