Workplace Taboo: Me and Her, Alone in the Office

The conference room door clicks shut behind us, the dim lighting casting long shadows across her face. I can see the pulse in her neck quickening as I lean in, my hand finding her thigh, my thumb tracing circles on her soft skin. She gasps, her breath hitching as I lean in closer, my lips brushing against her ear. "We shouldn't," she whispers, her voice barely audible, her body betraying her words as she leans into my touch, her hips shifting slightly. I can feel the heat radiating from her, the scent of her perfume filling my nostrils, and I know I'm not the only one feeling this.

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