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I couldn’t believe it. This was the moment I had been waiting for. The moment I had fantasized about for what seemed like forever. Standing in the bathroom of my boss’s house, I waited eagerly for his arrival.

It wasn’t just any boss though, no, this was Mr. Greyson. The man that had been consuming my thoughts ever since I started working for him at the advertising firm. I couldn’t help but discover myself attracted to him, despite the fact that he was married and off-limits.

It was a silly infatuation, one that I knew I could never act on. But here I was, in his home, waiting for him with a racing heart and sweaty palms.

When the door opened and he stepped in, I couldn’t help but gasp. He looked so beautiful, with his tall, muscular create and perfect jawline. He was dressed in a suit, his hair perfectly combed, and I couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

“Hello, Samantha,” he said, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he walked towards me.

“Hi, Mr. Greyson,” I replied, trying my best to remain calm.

“What are you doing in here?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I was just freshening up,” I said, gesturing towards the sink.

He walked over to me and stood beside me at the sink, his body only a few inches away from mine. I could smell his cologne, and it was driving me crazy.

A moment of silence passed between us, and I could feel the tension building with each passing second. I was about to say something, anything to break the silence, but before I could, he leaned towards me and pressed his lips against mine.

At first, I was shocked. This was not what I had been expecting, not at all. But as his lips moved against mine, I couldn’t help but respond. My body was on fire, and all I could think about was how badly I wanted him.

We broke aside for a moment, gasping for air. He looked at me with a hunger that I had never seen before, and I knew that this was it. This was our moment, our chance to be together.

Without a word, he pushed me up against the wall, his hand around my waist as he kissed me passionately. I could feel his hard body pressing against mine, and it only made me want him more.

His hands moved swiftly, unbuttoning my blouse and exposing my breasts. I moaned as his lips captured one, and his hand massaged the other. I had never felt so alive in my life.

We moved towards the bathtub, his hands running down my body as he turned on the water. I stepped into the tub, the warm water enveloping me as he joined me.

We continued to kiss passionately as the water rose higher and higher, until it spilled over the edges and onto the floor. I didn’t care though, I was lost in the moment, lost in him.

He took me then, his body moving in and out of mine as the water splashed around us. I clung to him, my fingers digging into his back as I moaned his name.

As we reached our climax, I knew that this was not just a one-time thing. This was the beginning of something special, something forbidden. But I didn’t care, not when I was with him.

Afterwards, we lay naked in the tub, our bodies still intertwined. As he stroked my hair, I knew that this was something I would never forget.

“We can’t let anyone know,” he said softly, breaking the silence.

“I know,” I replied, cuddling closer to him.

“We have to be careful,” he continued, his eyes filled with worry.

“I know,” I said again, knowing full well the risks involved.

But in that moment, I didn’t care about the risks. All I cared about was him, and the inescapable passion that we shared.

As we stepped out of the tub and dried off, I knew that this was only the beginning of our story. A story that was juicy and forbidden, and one that we would both keep steamy confessions about in the bathroom.
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