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As soon as I saw her, I knew I was in trouble. My boss’s wife, Grace, was stunning. Her brown hair fell in waves around her face and her curves were impossible to ignore. But I never wondered anything could happen between us. She was off-limits, a line I wouldn’t dare cross. Yet, with each passing day, I found myself more and more drawn to her.

I was her husband’s assistant, and Grace would often pop in unannounced. There was something about the way she looked at me, her eyes lingering just a little too long, that sent shivers down my spine. I tried to ignore it, but it was impossible. Every time she entered the room, I felt my heart race with anticipation.

One day, I was sitting at my desk when Grace appeared in the doorway. My pulse quickened as I stood up to greet her. “Can I help you with something?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

“I was just hoping to borrow your pen,” she said, flashing me a smile.

I handed her my pen, my fingers brushing against hers. The heat that passed between us was electric, and I knew I was in trouble. As she turned to leave, I watched her walk away, my eyes glued to her curves. I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to touch her, to feel her soft skin against mine.

Days turned into weeks, and I found myself spending more time with Grace. We would chat in the office, talking about our lives and our dreams. I started to see her in a new light, not just as my boss’s wife, but as a woman who craved love and attention.

One afternoon, I was working late in the office when Grace appeared in the doorway. “What are you still doing here?” she asked, her eyes twinkling.

“Just finishing up some work,” I said, glancing up at her. “You should head home.”

Instead of leaving, Grace walked over to me, her body close to mine. “I was hoping we could talk,” she said, her hand resting on my shoulder.

My heart raced as I looked into her eyes. “About what?”

“About us,” she whispered, her lips so close to mine I could feel her breath on my skin.

I swallowed hard, my body already on fire before anything had even happened. “I don’t know what you mean,” I said weakly.

But Grace wasn’t fooled. She knew how I felt about her. “I know you’re attracted to me,” she said, her hand moving to my chest. “I can feel it, every time we’re together.”

Without thinking, I reached out and pulled her close, my lips crashing onto hers. The kiss was electric, and I felt my body light up with desire. Grace responded, her body pressing against mine as she moaned into my mouth.

We broke aside, both of us gasping for air. “We can’t,” I said, even as my hand reached out to touch her.

But Grace wasn’t having any of it. “We can, and we will,” she said, her voice low and seductive. “I want you, and I know you want me too.”

With that, she grabbed my hand and led me to her office, locking the door behind us. In that moment, I forgot everything else except for her. Grace was all I could see, smell, feel. She was the only thing that mattered.

We didn’t talk about the consequences of what we were doing. There was no time for that. Instead, we pulled each other close, our bodies moving in sync. I felt her soft skin against mine, her moans filling the room. We were lost in each other, consumed with desire.

Hours later, we lay tangled in each other’s arms, sweat beading on our skin. “I have to go,” I said, already feeling guilty.

Grace simply smiled. “I know,” she said. “But I want you to know that this isn’t over. We have something special, and I’m not willing to give it up.”

I knew she was right. We had something special, something that couldn’t be ignored. As I left the office and stepped out into the night, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Grace had given me a taste of forbidden fruit, and I craved more. I knew it was dangerous, but I was powerless to stop the way I felt.

In the weeks that followed, Grace and I continued our affair. We were like teenagers, sneaking around and finding time to be alone. Every time we were together, the passion burned hotter, the desire deeper.

One day, I received a call from my boss. His wife had been caught cheating, and he was devastated. I tried to remain calm, but the guilt consumed me. I knew I was partly to blame for what had happened, and I didn’t know how to fix it.

Days turned into weeks, and our affair grew more intense. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that it was all wrong. I knew I was risking everything, my job, my reputation, my self-respect. But I couldn’t withstand Grace. She was like a drug, and I was addicted.

One night, as we lay in bed, Grace told me her secret. “I’m in love with you,” she whispered, her hand resting on my chest.

I felt my heart stop. I knew this was dangerous territory, but I couldn’t deny that I felt the same way. “I love you too,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.

With those words, everything changed. Our affair turned into something more, something deeper. We were no longer just lovers, but soulmates, two people connected on a level that transcended all boundaries.

Years went by, and our love only grew stronger. We had our ups and downs, our fights and our reconciliations. But through it all, we knew that we couldn’t live without each other.

Looking back, I know what we had was forbidden, dangerous, and completely unacceptable. But I wouldn’t change a single thing. Our love was worth every risk, every mistake, every consequence. In the end, it was the thing that saved us both. And for that, I will all the time be grateful.
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