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Forbidden Liaisons - part 2
“One more chart, one more report,” you think, frustrated, as you sit in your office late at night.
The high-pressure project weighs heavily on your mind, and your eyelids are beginning to feel heavy from the prolonged concentration.
Despite your fatigue, there’s a burning determination within you to see this through - to prove that you are capable of tackling even the most challenging tasks with ease.
The sound of your phone vibrating on the desk startles you out of your thoughts, and you glance at the screen to find an email from Scaramouche.
He’s working late too, and he’s sending over some additional data that might be useful for your report.
You can’t help but admire his dedication - it mirrors your own in a way that is both reassuring and exciting.
As you incorporate the new information into your report, you find yourself wishing that he were here with you to discuss the project in person.
There’s an undeniable chemistry between the two of you - a spark that threatens to disrupt the professional boundaries you’ve both worked so hard to maintain.
A knock on your door breaks your train of thought.
It’s Scaramouche, and he’s here in person with a folder full of additional information.
You’re surprised to see him, but there’s also an undeniable thrill that courses through you at the sight of his enigmatic smile.
He takes a seat across from your desk, and the two of you begin working together, discussing the project with renewed enthusiasm.
The tension between you is palpable - each glance, every brush of fingers against one another as you exchange documents or share ideas, sends an electric jolt through your body.
As the hours pass, both of you grow increasingly engrossed in the work at hand, fueled by a shared passion for success and a desire to excel.
Your eyes meet often across the table, each gaze holding something more than just professional interest - a hungry longing that threatens to consume you both if left unchecked.
“I think we need a break,” Scaramouche finally suggests, his voice low and husky as he leans back in his chair, his dark eyes intense with unspoken desire.
You nod slowly, unable to tear your gaze away from the raw sexual energy that radiates from him.
Scaramouche rises from his seat and approaches you, placing a hand on your shoulder as he leans down to whisper in your ear: “Let’s take five minutes to clear our heads.” His breath is warm against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.
You nod again, silently following him out of the office and into an empty conference room down the hall.
As soon as the door closes behind you, Scaramouche turns to face you, and all pretense of professionalism falls away in the wake of the passion that has been simmering between you for weeks.
The words are still professional, but the underlying meaning is clear: “I can’t focus on anything else when I’m around you.”
You let out a shaky breath as your eyes meet his.
“Same here,” you confess, unable to hide the truth any longer.
In an instant, you are in each other’s arms, lips crashing together in a heated kiss that leaves you both gasping for air.
Your hands roam over one another’s bodies hungrily, desperately seeking any bit of exposed skin as your desire reaches new heights.
“This is wrong,” you think, even as your lips continue to explore every inch of Scaramouche’s mouth.
“But it feels so right.”
Pushing aside the guilt and the potential consequences, you give yourself over completely to the passion that has been building between you for far too long.
You guide him towards the conference table, not caring who might see or hear as your desires take precedence over all else.
You push Scaramouche back onto the table, his body stretched out before you like an offering - and you are more than ready to claim it.
Your hands roam over his chest, exploring the hard contours of muscle hidden beneath his crisp shirt.
You graze your fingertips across his nipples, eliciting a low groan as he arches into your touch.
Scaramouche takes control then, unbuttoning your blouse with practiced ease and exposing the soft flesh of your breasts to the cool air.
He cups them gently in his hands before moving on to tease your nipples with his fingers, lips, and tongue - driving you mad with desire as he expertly brings you closer and closer to the edge.
You can’t help but moan his name as pleasure courses through your body, overwhelming all other thoughts and sensations.
Your hands grasp at the table for support, your nails digging into the polished wood as Scaramouche continues his delicious torment.
As he moves lower, his fingers trailing across your stomach and down between your thighs, you brace yourself for the exquisite torture to come.
He teases you mercilessly, stroking just outside of where you need him most, driving you wild with frustration and desire.
Finally, unable to wait any longer, you flip him onto his back and straddle him, grinding your hips against his hardness as you explore every inch of his body with eager hands.
You kiss and lick your way down his chest, pausing only to tease his nipples before moving lower still - your lips brushing against the waistband of his trousers as you take in the sight of his erection straining against the fabric.
With a wicked smile, you reach for his zipper and slowly pull it down, freeing him from the constraints of his clothing.
You wrap your hand around his length, pumping gently as he groans with pleasure - the sight of your hand on his cock driving both of you closer to the edge.
You feel a rush of power in that moment, knowing that you have this incredible man at your mercy - and yet, you’re also acutely aware of how much control he has over you as well.
Your senses are alive with the heady mixture of pleasure and anticipation, driving both of you higher and higher until it feels like you might shatter into a thousand pieces from the intensity of it all.
As you lay there, entwined, you can’t help but think, “What have we started?” The thrill of the forbidden mixed with the raw passion that has consumed both of you leaves you breathless and eager for more - even as a small voice in the back of your mind warns of the potential consequences.
For now, though, you push those thoughts aside, lost in the heat of the moment and the incredible connection you share with Scaramouche.
This is just the beginning - an intense and passionate journey that will test both of your limits and leave you forever changed by the experience.
“Another secret, another stolen moment,” you think, as you catch Scaramouche’s gaze across the boardroom.
The tension between you is palpable - an electric current that seems to intensify with each passing day.
Your eyes meet in a silent acknowledgment of the passion simmering just beneath the surface, a shared secret that threatens to consume both of you if left unchecked.
In the elevator, you share a passionate kiss.
It’s quick, it’s stolen, but it’s fiery.
As the doors slide shut and the car begins its descent, your lips crash together in an explosion of desire.
Scaramouche pulls you close, his strong arms holding you tight as he devours your mouth with a hunger that leaves you breathless.
Your hands roam over his chest, feeling the hard muscles hidden beneath his crisp shirt, while his fingers tangle in your hair, pulling you even closer.
The moment feels eternal - an endless loop of passion and desire as you explore one another’s mouths, tongues dancing together in a sensual rhythm that leaves you both wanting more.
But all too soon, the elevator comes to a halt, and the doors slide open, revealing your fellow coworkers waiting to enter.
You reluctantly pull away from Scaramouche, fixing your hair and composing yourself as best you can before stepping out of the elevator and returning to the hustle and bustle of corporate life.
Throughout the day, stolen glances and secret touches keep the fire between you burning brightly.
The simple brush of your hands against each other’s sends shivers down your spine, while a lingering look holds more meaning than any words ever could.
In the privacy of the supply closet, he whispers, “This is dangerous.
But I can’t stay away from you.” The passion in his voice sends a wave of heat through your body, and you can feel your panties growing damp with desire.
You know that this secret romance could jeopardize both of your careers, but the thrill of the forbidden - combined with the undeniable connection between you - makes it impossible to resist.
As you part ways, you can’t help but wonder, “Can we really keep this a secret?” The thought lingers in your mind as you return to your office and try to focus on work.
But try as you might, your thoughts continue to stray back to Scaramouche - his touch, his smell, the way he looks at you with such desire.
As the day draws to a close, you find yourself alone in the office once more.
The silence is broken only by the low hum of the air conditioning and the steady tick of the clock on the wall.
You sit at your desk, staring blankly at the computer screen as your mind races with thoughts of Scaramouche and the dangerous game you’re playing.
As you think, “What are we risking?” a new thought begins to take shape in your mind: maybe it’s worth it - every forbidden touch, every stolen glance, every moment spent longing for what could be.
The passion between you is too strong to ignore, and the connection you share runs far deeper than mere physical attraction.
In that moment, you realize that the risk might just be worth the reward - even if it means jeopardizing everything you’ve worked so hard to achieve.
With a deep breath and a smile, you prepare for whatever fate has in store for you and Scaramouche - knowing that together, nothing is truly forbidden or impossible.