My Married Boss's Forbidden After-Hours Temptation: A Taboo Office Affair Ignites
My Married Boss's Forbidden After-Hours Temptation: A Taboo Office Affair Ignites My Married Boss's Forbidden After-Hours Temptation: A Taboo Office Affair Ignites I still remember the exact moment my body betrayed me. It was late, the office empty except for the hum of the air conditioning and the faint glow of her desk lamp. Victoria—my boss, forty-two, married fifteen years, always impeccably dressed—leaned over my shoulder to check the quarterly report. Her perfume hit me first, something expensive and warm, like vanilla laced with sin. Then her breast brushed my arm, soft through the thin silk of her blouse. My cock twitched instantly, hardening against my slacks like it had a mind of its own. I froze, heat crawling up my neck. This was wrong. She was married. She signed my checks. And yet my pulse hammered in my ears, loud enough I swore she could hear it. "You're tense," she murmured, her voice low, amused. Her fingers l...