he night was hot and humid, and I was restless. I couldn't stop thinking about her, the woman who had been haunting my dreams for weeks. She was the wife of my boss, a woman I knew I could never have. But that didn't stop me from wanting her, from needing her.
It started innocently enough. We were both working late one night, and we got to talking. We laughed, we flirted, and before I knew it, we were kissing. It was like nothing else mattered in the world except for the two of us, lost in each other's embrace.
We ended up back at her place, and things got even more intense. We explored each other's bodies with reckless abandon, our passion growing with every touch. It was like nothing else mattered in the world except for the two of us, lost in each other's embrace.
The next morning, I woke up alone. I knew it was wrong, what we had done, but I couldn't help feeling like it was worth it. It was the ultimate forbidden fantasy, and I had lived it. And I knew, deep down, that I would do it all again in a heartbeat.