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A Forbidden Desire - part 1

You’re sitting in your spacious office, staring out the window as you try to concentrate on the reports spread across your desk. But your mind keeps drifting back to the news you received from your doctor earlier that day: you’re pregnant.

The thought of becoming a mother fills you with excitement and joy, but there’s also a hint of fear lingering in the back of your mind. You know that your body is about to undergo some dramatic changes, and you can’t help but wonder how your husband will react when he sees them.

As if on cue, your door opens and Finley walks in, carrying a stack of files. He pauses for a moment when he sees you lost in thought, then quietly sets the files down on your desk.

“Is everything okay, YN?” he asks softly, his deep blue eyes filled with concern. “You seem… distracted.”

You smile reassuringly at him. “I’m fine, Finley. Just a lot on my mind today.”

Finley hesitates for a moment before speaking again. “If there’s anything I can do to help, just let me know,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nod your thanks and return your attention to the reports in front of you. But as you read through the pages, your mind keeps drifting back to Finley and his kind offer. He’s been working for you for only a few weeks, but he’s already proven himself to be an invaluable asset. And there’s something about him that makes you feel safe and protected, even when he’s just standing in the same room as you.

As the day wears on, you find yourself becoming more and more aware of Finley’s presence. Every time he enters your office, you can’t help but notice the way his sandy blonde hair falls across his forehead or how his eyes seem to sparkle when he smiles. And when he brushes past you to hand you a file, the light touch of his fingers on your arm sends an unexpected shiver down your spine.

It’s not until late in the afternoon that you realize what’s happening: Finley’s growing attraction to you is mirroring your own feelings for him. The more time you spend together, the harder it becomes to ignore the spark of desire that flares up between you whenever your eyes meet.

As you leave work that evening, you find yourself hoping that Finley will walk you to your car like he has done every night since he started working for you. And sure enough, as soon as you step out of the elevator, there he is, waiting patiently by the door.

“Evening, YN,” he says with a smile as he holds the door open for you. “Can I walk you to your car?”

You nod and fall into step beside him, enjoying the warmth of his presence as you make your way through the parking lot. When you reach your car, Finley stops and turns to face you.

“I hope you have a good evening,” he says softly, his eyes locked on yours. “And if you need anything… well, just let me know.”

You swallow hard, feeling the heat rising in your cheeks as you struggle to find the words to express how much his support means to you. But before you can say anything, Finley leans forward and presses a gentle kiss on your cheek.

“Goodnight, YN,” he whispers, his breath warm against your skin. And then he’s gone, leaving you standing there with your heart pounding in your chest and a smile spreading across your face.

As you drive home that night, you can’t help but think about Finley and the way he makes you feel. You know that acting on your feelings would be wrong – after all, you’re married and he’s your employee – but the thought of being with him is almost too tempting to resist.

When you arrive home, your husband is already there, waiting for you with a smile on his face. He wraps his arms around you and kisses you passionately, making it clear that he hasn’t noticed any changes in your body just yet. But as you stand there in his embrace, you can’t help but wonder how much longer it will be before he sees the evidence of your pregnancy. And whether or not he’ll still find you attractive when he does.

The next few weeks pass by in a blur of work and doctor’s appointments. Your pregnancy is progressing smoothly, but the changes in your body are becoming more and more noticeable. You’ve started to show, and your breasts have grown larger and more sensitive than ever before. The thought of Finley seeing you like this sends a shiver of anticipation down your spine, even as you try to push those feelings aside.

One afternoon, as you’re working late in your office, Finley comes in with a cup of coffee for you. He sets it down on your desk and leans forward to whisper something in your ear.

“You look beautiful tonight, YN,” he says softly, his breath tickling the sensitive skin just below your ear. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Before you can respond, he straightens up and walks out of the room, leaving you staring after him with a mixture of shock and desire. You know that what he said was wrong – that it goes against everything you believe in – but the truth is, part of you wants him just as much as he wants you.

As the days go by, the tension between you and Finley continues to build. Every time he looks at you, you can see the desire burning in his eyes. And every time he touches you – even if it’s just a light brush of his fingers against your arm – you feel a jolt of electricity run through your body.

Finally, one evening after work, Finley asks if he can walk you to your car again. You agree, feeling the familiar heat rising in your cheeks as you step out into the cool night air. But instead of heading straight for your car, Finley takes you by the hand and leads you around the side of the building, away from prying eyes.

“I can’t take it anymore, YN,” he says, his voice low and urgent. “I need to touch you. To feel your skin against mine.”

You swallow hard, knowing that what he’s asking for is wrong but unable to resist the pull of desire that has been building between you for weeks. Slowly, hesitantly, you reach out and place your hand on his chest. The feel of his warm skin beneath your fingers sends a shiver down your spine, and before you know it, you’re kissing him with a passion that takes you both by surprise.

His hands roam over your body, exploring every curve and contour as if he can’t get enough of you. And when he cups your breasts in his hands, the sensation is so intense that you have to bite your lip to keep from crying out.

But even as you surrender to the pleasure of Finley’s touch, a part of you can’t help but wonder what will happen when this is over. Will you be able to go back to your normal life, or has this one moment changed everything?


‘You look flustered,’ Finley says softly as he hands you a cup of coffee. ‘Is everything okay?’ You take a sip, trying to regain your composure. ‘I’m fine. Just … a lot on my mind.’ He gives you an understanding smile before returning to his desk. You can’t help but notice the way his shirt clings to his chest as he moves, and your heart races at the memory of your hands on his skin just moments ago. As you attempt to focus on your work, the tension in the room is palpable. Every glance, every accidental brush of fingers feels charged with electricity. You’re acutely aware of Finley’s presence, and it’s both thrilling and terrifying. During a client meeting, you become flustered when discussing financials, and Finley steps in to help you, leading to a moment of closeness between the two of you. After the client leaves, you confront Finley about his growing attraction to your pregnant body, leading to a passionate declaration of desire. ‘I can’t stop thinking about it,’ he admits, his voice low and husky. ‘The way your body has changed … it’s incredible.’ You feel your cheeks flush as you confess, ‘I find it arousing too.’ As the day wears on, you both work late into the night, the sexual tension between you reaching a fever pitch. Finley confesses his desire for your pregnant body, and you admit that you find it arousing as well. The air is thick with longing as you share a passionate kiss before making love on your desk. ‘I’ve never wanted anyone like this,’ Finley whispers in your ear as he moves inside you. ‘You’re so beautiful, YN.’ His words send a thrill through you, and you arch your back, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor. The sound of skin on skin fills the room as you both lose yourself in the moment, forgetting everything but the pleasure coursing through your bodies. As the night wears on, you find yourselves unable to resist each other, making love again and again until you’re both spent and sated. Finally, as the first light of dawn creeps through the window, Finley pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you protectively. ‘I don’t want this to end,’ he murmurs sleepily. You smile and kiss his cheek. ‘Neither do I.’

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