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As she walked into the office building that morning, Sarah felt an indescribable tension building up inside her. She had never felt this hot before, this alive, this passionate. It was as if something had been unleashed inside her, something she had never known existed until now.

The day started normally enough. Sarah was hired as a marketing assistant at a local law firm, a job she had been doing for the past two years. But lately, her boss, George, had been making her feel things she had never experienced before. She had at all times found him attractive, but now, she was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Every time he walked by her desk, her heart would skip a beat, and she would feel herself flushing under his gaze.

At first, Sarah tried to ignore these feelings, telling herself that they were inappropriate and unprofessional. But as the days went by, she found herself thinking about George more and more. She couldn’t stop fantasizing about him, dreaming about his lips on hers, his hands on her body, his moans of pleasure as they made love.

It was this overwhelming desire that had finally driven her to take action. As she watched George walk into his office that morning, she felt a sudden, fierce urge to follow him inside. Before she could even think twice, she was standing in front of his desk, staring deep into his eyes.

“George…I need to tell you something,” she whispered, her heart pounding in her chest.

“What is it?” George asked, his voice low and husky.

Sarah took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. “I…I can’t stop thinking about you,” she confessed.

For a moment, George didn’t say anything. He simply looked at her, his eyes darkening with desire. Then, without warning, he reached out and pulled her into his arms, crushing his lips to hers in a fierce, passionate kiss.

At first, Sarah felt a surge of panic. What was she doing? This was so wrong, so dangerous… and yet, she found herself melting into George’s embrace, her body responding to him in methods she couldn’t explain.

As the kiss deepened, Sarah felt George’s hands sliding down her back, caressing her curves, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her skin. She moaned softly into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair, as his tongue explored her mouth with a hunger that left her dizzy and weak.

For what seemed like an eternity, they stood there, lost in each other, oblivious to the world around them. Finally, George pulled away, his breathing ragged.

“I’ve wanted this for so long, Sarah,” he whispered, his eyes blazing with heat. “I can’t resist you any longer.”

With that, he lifted her up onto his desk, pulling her dress up over her hips, and burying his face between her thighs. Sarah gasped as she felt his tongue flicking over her clit, sending sparks of pleasure throughout her body.

She had never felt so alive, so wanted, so consumed by passion. As George worked his magic on her, she felt herself surrendering to his touch, her body writhing against his, yearning for release.

Finally, as she felt the orgasm building inside her, Sarah arched her back, screaming his name over and over as she came harder than she ever had before.

The rest of the day was a blur of passion and desire. They moved from his desk to the conference room table, where George took her roughly from behind, pounding into her until she was crying out with pleasure once again.

And then, in a fit of wild, uninhibited passion, they took each other right there on the floor, tangled together in a frenzy of heat and desire.

As the sun began to set outside the building, Sarah lay in George’s arms, panting and exhausted but deliriously happy.

“I never knew it could be like this,” she murmured, kissing him softly on the lips. “I never knew unleashed passions could be so wonderful.”

George smiled down at her, his eyes full of love. “I’ve wanted this for so long, Sarah. I’ve wanted you more than anything.”

They lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, until the last of the light faded from the sky. That night, Sarah left the office feeling alive, fulfilled, and consumed by a passion that she knew would never die.
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