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As she walked into the crowded bar, she felt a sense of excitement and apprehension settle over her. She had been looking forward to this night for weeks, but now that it was finally here, she wasn’t sure if she was ready.

She had met him on a dating app, and they had hit it off immediately. They had spent hours on the phone and texting each other, getting to know each other’s deepest secrets and desires. He was everything she had ever wanted in a man – handsome, intelligent, funny, and charming.

But there was one issue. He was married.

She knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t help her feelings for him. The way he made her laugh, the way he looked at her, the way he touched her – it all sent shivers down her spine. She had tried to withstand him, but he was like a drug to her, and she couldn’t get enough.

Tonight was their first official date, and she had no idea what to expect. Would he try to kiss her? Would he try to take her back to his place? Would she be able to withstand him if he did?

As she made her way through the crowd, her heart racing with anticipation, she spotted him at the bar. He looked even better in person than he did in his user account picture – tall, muscular, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through her. His suit hugged him in all the right places, making her wonder what he looked like underneath.

He smiled when he saw her, and her knees weakened. She took a deep breath and willed herself to stay calm as she made her way over to him.

“Hi,” she said, trying to sound casual.

“Hi back,” he said, grinning. “You look amazing.”

She blushed, feeling a surge of excitement at his words. “Thanks. So do you.”

He gestured for her to take a seat next to him, and she perched nervously on the bar stool. The bartender came over and took their drink orders, but she barely registered what they were. Her eyes were fixed on him, watching as he took a sip of his whiskey and looked her over.

“You’re even more beautiful in person,” he said, his voice low and husky.

She felt her face flush with pleasure. “Thank you.”

He leaned in closer, his lips almost touching her ear. “You know, I’ve been thinking about you all day. About what it would feel like to touch your skin, taste your lips, feel your body against mine.”

She shivered, feeling a surge of desire wash over her. She had never felt like this before, like she was on the verge of something forbidden and dangerous.

“You’re making me nervous,” she said, trying to sound flippant.

He chuckled, the sound sending chills down her spine. “Good. That’s how I want you to feel. I want you to be on the edge of ecstasy, wondering what’s going to happen next.”

Their drinks arrived, and they both took a sip, their eyes never leaving each other. She felt like she could drown in his gaze, like he was looking into her soul and seeing every hidden desire.

“So, tell me about yourself,” he said, breaking the spell between them. “What do you do for a living?”

They started talking, about their jobs, their families, their hobbies. She found herself opening up to him in a way she never had with anyone else. They laughed and joked, and the minutes turned into hours.

Time seemed to stand still when she was with him. She felt like she was in a bubble, a world where only the two of them existed. She wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or the attraction she felt for him, but she was completely lost in the moment.

As the night wore on, they both became quieter, the atmosphere between them growing more intense. They finished their drinks and ordered another round, but the conversation had shifted to a more intimate tone.

“I have something to tell you,” he said, his voice serious. “Something that might make you rethink this whole thing.”

Her heart leaped into her throat. Was he gonna tell her he was in love with her but couldn’t leave his wife? Was he gonna tell her he had a terminal illness or some other fatal flaw?

“I’m listening,” she said, trying to keep her voice calm.

“I’m not just married,” he said, his eyes never leaving hers. “I have kids. Two of them. And they mean the world to me.”

She felt a sense of disappointment wash over her, but it was quickly replaced by understanding and empathy. She knew how hard it was to juggle family and personal needs, especially when it came to matters of the heart.

“That’s okay,” she said, smiling softly. “I understand that family comes first. I don’t want to come between you and your children.”

He looked at her, his eyes glistening with emotion. “You’re amazing, you know that? Most women would have run for the hills by now.”

She felt a rush of affection for him, and she reached out to take his hand. They sat like that for a moment, their gazes locked together, lost in their own private world.

Eventually, he broke the silence. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Have you ever been in love before?”

She felt a stab of sadness at the question. “No, not really. I’ve had crushes and infatuations, but nothing serious. What about you?”

He hesitated for a moment, his eyes clouded with some unspoken emotion. “Yeah, I have. It was a long time ago, and it didn’t end well. But I still think about her sometimes.”

She felt a pang of jealousy at the mention of another woman, but she quickly pushed it apart. She had no right to feel that way, not after what they were doing.

“I’m sorry,” she said, not sure what else to say.

He squeezed her hand. “It’s okay. I think we all have someone we can’t forget. But maybe, just maybe, we can make some new memories tonight.”

She felt her heart begin to race, and she knew what he meant. They had been dancing around the problem all night, but it was time to face the music.

“Let’s get out of here,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded, and they paid their tab and made their way outside. It was late, and the streets were nearly empty. There was a chill in the air, but she hardly felt it. She was too focused on him, on the way he looked at her with hunger in his eyes.

He took her hand, leading her down the street toward his hotel. It was only a few blocks away, but it felt like a lifetime. She was so close to him, so aware of his presence, that she could hardly breathe.

As they stepped into the elevator, he pressed her against the wall, his lips crashing down on hers. She couldn’t withstand him any longer, not after all the buildup, not after all the anticipation.

Their tongues tangled together, and she felt his hands slip under her dress, caressing her bare skin. She moaned into his mouth, feeling a wave of desire wash over her.

The elevator dinged, signaling their arrival on his floor. He broke the kiss, taking her hand and leading her to his room. It was luxurious and spacious, with a king-sized bed dominating the space.

She barely had time to take it all in before he was on her again, his mouth trailing down her neck and shoulders. She groaned, running her hands through his hair, feeling the urgency between them growing with every passing second.

He stripped her dress off, revealing her naked body to him. He looked her over hungrily, his eyes dark with desire. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice rough.

She felt a surge of pride at his words, but it soon turned to need as he kissed his way down her body, his lips tracing the contour of her curves. She felt like she was on the edge of something wild and reckless, like she was about to plunge into an abyss of ecstasy.

He pushed her back onto the bed, leaning over her, his hands roaming over her skin. She felt his hardness pressing against her thigh, and she knew what was about to happen.

Her body felt like a coiled spring, ready to snap at any moment. He moved over her, positioning himself at the entrance to her body. She barely had time to catch her breath before he pushed inside her, filling her up in a way she had never experienced before.

She cried out, her fingers digging into the sheets, feeling an overwhelming rush of pleasure flood her senses. He moved inside her, slow and steady at first, but soon picking up speed, his hips pounding against hers. She wrapped her legs around him, feeling the rhythm of their bodies meshing together in a perfect dance.

They moved together, lost in their own world of desire and need. All the doubts and fears that had been swirling inside her head before disappeared, replaced by a single-minded focus on him.

She felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge, the sensation building inside her like an inferno. He felt it too, and he reached between her legs, stroking her clit until she was writhing underneath him, her body shaking with her release.

He followed her over the edge, his own release echoing hers, filling her up with his warmth.

They lay there for a moment, tangled up in the sheets, their bodies still quivering with the intensity of their lovemaking. She felt like she was suspended in a dream, unable to tell what was real and what was not.

He rolled over, looking at her with an intensity that made her stomach flip. “That was amazing,” he said, his voice soft.

She nodded, unable to speak, feeling like she had just experienced something she would never forget.

He leaned over, kissing her softly. “I want to do it again.”

She smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction and anticipation create inside her. “Me too.”

And so they did, over and over again throughout the night, exploring each other’s bodies and souls, lost in a world of lust and danger. She knew that it couldn’t last forever, that eventually, they would have to go back to their ordinary lives, but for that one perfect night, she was on the edge of ecstasy, and nothing else mattered.
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