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As soon as I walked into the bathroom, I knew I was in for a steamy encounter. His eyes met mine, and a shiver ran through my body. He was tall, muscular, and had an air of confidence that was undeniably sexy. I felt my heart race as he closed the door behind us.

We had all the time had a bit of a thing for each other, but hadn’t acted on it until now. Forbidden romance was all the time more thrilling, and in this case, our employer had a strict no-dating rule. But in that moment, as he pushed me up against the sink, I didn’t care about the consequences. I just wanted him.

Our lips met in a frenzy, each kiss more urgent than the last. I felt his hands explore my body, and I returned the favor. My fingers traced the muscles on his back, and I could feel his breath quicken as I ran them down to his waist. I hungered for him like never before, my whole body aching for his touch.

As I reached for his belt buckle, he pulled away slightly. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, his dark eyes searching mine.

I nodded, the lust overpowering any sense of hesitation or doubt. “I want you so badly,” I whispered.

With a grin, he kissed me again as he unbuttoned his pants and let them drop to the floor. As he stepped out of them, I saw the growing bulge in his boxer briefs, and I couldn’t wait to have it inside of me.

We continued to kiss and explore each other as we stripped down. In the privacy of the bathroom, we were free to touch and taste each other as much as we wanted. I felt his hands cup my breasts, his thumb running over my nipples, and I moaned in pleasure. The air was thick with the scent of our desire, and our bodies were slick with sweat.

Finally, he reached down and pulled my panties down, his fingers sliding over my wet folds. “You’re so wet,” he whispered. “Are you ready for me?”

I nodded, desperate to feel him inside of me. He positioned himself at my entrance, slowly pushing in inch by inch. I gasped at the feeling of him stretching me out, and he paused to let me adjust to the sensation.

As he picked up the pace, our moans filled the room. He was deep inside of me, hitting all of the right spots, and I could feel my pleasure building with each stroke. I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him on, and he obliged with renewed vigor.

With one final thrust, we both came simultaneously, the pleasure exploding like fireworks in our bodies. We clung to each other, gasping for breath, unwilling to let the moment end.

As we dressed and composed ourselves, I felt a sense of guilt start to creep over me. What would happen if someone found out? Would we lose our jobs? Would it be worth it?

But then, I looked into his eyes, and I knew it was worth it. The intensity in his gaze seemed to say that he felt the same way. In that moment, I knew that I would do anything to keep this forbidden bathroom romance going.
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