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As soon as I entered the grand ballroom, I knew I was in trouble. There was something about the way Mrs. Smith looked at me that night, something that made me feel like I was the only person in the room. Her gaze was intense, almost electric, and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as she approached me.

“Hello,” she said, her voice low and husky. “I’m Emily.”

I introduced myself and we started talking. She was easy to talk to, and we had an instant connection. It didn’t take long for me to realize that I was attracted to her in a way that I shouldn’t be. She was married to a billionaire, after all, and I was just a lowly employee.

But it didn’t matter. When she invited me back to her hotel room that night, I didn’t hesitate. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t withstand her.

As soon as the door closed behind us, she pushed me up against the wall and kissed me fiercely. Her lips were soft and warm, and I couldn’t get enough of her. She ran her hands over my body, pulling me closer to her. My heart was pounding as I felt her hands slip under my shirt.

We stumbled backwards towards the bed, and she pushed me down onto it. She climbed on top of me, her body pressing against mine. I could feel her grinding against me, and I knew that I was in way over my head.

But I didn’t care. For that moment, nothing else mattered. All that mattered was the feel of her body against mine, the heat of her skin, the taste of her lips.

She reached down and undid my belt, pulling it off with a flick of her wrist. Then she unbuttoned my pants and slipped them off, leaving me in just my boxers. I could feel her fingers sliding under the waistband, teasing me.

And then she was taking off her own clothes, revealing a body that was even more gorgeous than I had imagined. I stared at her in awe, unable to believe that I was with her.

But I was, and I knew that I would do anything to stay with her. Even if it was just for one night.

We spent hours exploring each other’s bodies, wrapped up in each other’s arms. And when the sun started to rise, I knew that I had to leave. I got dressed in a hurry, not wanting to waste a single moment with her, but as soon as I made it to the door, I knew that I was hooked.

I turned around to see her standing there, her hair falling around her face in loose waves. “Thank you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded, unable to discover the words to express how much that night had meant to me.

As I walked out of the hotel room, into the cold morning air, I knew that I had been seduced by the billionaire’s wife. And I was more than eager to be seduced again.
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