“You’re going to let me do this, aren’t you?” Liam’s voice was low, almost a growl, as his hand slid up my thigh under the desk. My breath hitched, and I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My mind was screaming at me to stop, but my body… my body was leaning into his touch, betraying me completely.I should’ve pushed him away. I should’ve stood up, walked out, and gone straight to my boyfriend waiting in the car outside. But I didn’t. Instead, I stayed frozen in my chair, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst through my chest. Liam’s fingers traced the edge of my skirt, teasing, testing, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.“Liam…” I whispered, my voice trembling. It wasn’t a no. It wasn’t even close to a no.He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear. “Tell me to stop,” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. “Say the word, and I’ll stop.”I didn’t say the word. I couldn’t. My lips parted, but no sound came out. Instead, I turned my head slightly, our faces inches apart, and that was all the invitation he needed. His mouth crashed into mine, hungry and demanding, and I kissed him back with a desperation that surprised even me.His tongue slid against mine, and I moaned softly, my hands gripping the edge of the desk for support. His fingers dug into my thigh, pulling me closer, and I could feel the heat of his body through the thin fabric of my skirt. My mind was a whirlwind of guilt and desire, but right then, in that moment, desire was winning.---It had started innocently enough. Liam had been assigned to work on a project with me, and we’d been spending more and more time together. At first, it was just casual banter — jokes about our coworkers, complaints about the boss, the usual office small talk. But then it started to shift. The way he looked at me changed. His eyes would linger a little too long, his smile would turn into something more suggestive, and his compliments became less about my work and more about… well, me.“You’re wearing that dress today just to torture me, aren’t you?” he’d said earlier that day, his voice low as he leaned against my desk.I’d laughed it off, pretending not to notice the way his gaze traveled down my body. But I did notice. And I liked it. God, I liked it too much.When we stayed late to finish the project, I told myself it was just work. Nothing more. But the office was empty, and the air between us felt charged with something I couldn’t ignore. He stood behind me while I typed, his presence looming over me like a shadow. I could feel his eyes on me, and it made my skin tingle.“You smell good,” he’d whispered, his voice sending a shiver down my spine.I’d frozen, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. “Thanks,” I’d managed to say, though my voice sounded strange even to my own ears.He didn’t move back. Instead, he leaned in closer, his breath warm against my neck. “I shouldn’t be saying that,” he’d added, but he didn’t sound sorry. Not even a little.And then… then he kissed me.---Now, here we were, his mouth devouring mine as if he couldn’t get enough. His hands were everywhere — in my hair, on my waist, sliding up my thigh — and I was letting him. No, I was encouraging him. My hips pressed into his touch, and I could feel how hard he was through his pants. It only made me want him more.“Liam,” I gasped as his lips moved to my neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His teeth grazed my skin, and I bit my lip to stifle a moan.“You taste even better than you smell,” he murmured against my throat, his hands sliding under my shirt. His fingers found the clasp of my bra, and with a practiced ease, he unhooked it. My breasts spilled into his hands, and he groaned softly as he cupped them, his thumbs brushing over my nipples.I arched into his touch, my head falling back as pleasure shot through me. His mouth found one of my nipples, and I cried out as he sucked it into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. My hands tangled in his hair, holding him there as waves of heat washed over me.“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he muttered, his voice rough with desire. His hand slid down my stomach, slipping under the waistband of my skirt. I tensed for a moment, but then his fingers found the wetness between my legs, and all rational thought left me.“Fuck,” I breathed as he rubbed slow circles over my clit, his touch sending jolts of electricity through my body. My hips rocked against his hand, desperate for more.“That’s it,” he growled, his lips finding mine again. “Let me make you feel good.”And I did. I let him. My mind was a haze of pleasure and guilt, but right then, I didn’t care. All I cared about was the way his fingers moved inside me, the way his mouth claimed mine, the way he made me feel alive in a way I hadn’t in so long.My phone buzzed on the desk, breaking through the fog of lust. I pulled back, panting, and glanced at the screen.“I’m outside, babe ❤️”My heart sank as reality came crashing back. My boyfriend was waiting for me. Just outside. And here I was, letting Liam touch me in ways that should’ve been reserved for him.“I have to go,” I said quickly, pulling away from Liam and straightening my clothes. My hands were shaking as I tried to fix my hair and smooth out my skirt.Liam just smirked, leaning back against the desk with a look of satisfaction on his face. “Next time,” he said, his voice dripping with promise, “don’t make him wait too long.”I grabbed my bag and hurried toward the door, my heart still racing. But as I stepped out into the cool night air and saw my boyfriend’s car waiting for me, all I could think about was Liam’s hands on me and the way he made me feel.And I knew this wasn’t over.

“You’re going to let me do this, aren’t you?” Liam’s voice was low, almost a growl, as his hand slid up my thigh under the desk. My breath hitched, and I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My mind was screaming at me to stop, but my body… my body was leaning into his touch, betraying me completely.

I should’ve pushed him away. I should’ve stood up, walked out, and gone straight to my boyfriend waiting in the car outside. But I didn’t. Instead, I stayed frozen in my chair, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst through my chest. Liam’s fingers traced the edge of my skirt, teasing, testing, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

“Liam…” I whispered, my voice trembling. It wasn’t a no. It wasn’t even close to a no.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear. “Tell me to stop,” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. “Say the word, and I’ll stop.”

I didn’t say the word. I couldn’t. My lips parted, but no sound came out. Instead, I turned my head slightly, our faces inches apart, and that was all the invitation he needed. His mouth crashed into mine, hungry and demanding, and I kissed him back with a desperation that surprised even me.

His tongue slid against mine, and I moaned softly, my hands gripping the edge of the desk for support. His fingers dug into my thigh, pulling me closer, and I could feel the heat of his body through the thin fabric of my skirt. My mind was a whirlwind of guilt and desire, but right then, in that moment, desire was winning.

---

It had started innocently enough. Liam had been assigned to work on a project with me, and we’d been spending more and more time together. At first, it was just casual banter — jokes about our coworkers, complaints about the boss, the usual office small talk. But then it started to shift. The way he looked at me changed. His eyes would linger a little too long, his smile would turn into something more suggestive, and his compliments became less about my work and more about… well, me.

“You’re wearing that dress today just to torture me, aren’t you?” he’d said earlier that day, his voice low as he leaned against my desk.

I’d laughed it off, pretending not to notice the way his gaze traveled down my body. But I did notice. And I liked it. God, I liked it too much.

When we stayed late to finish the project, I told myself it was just work. Nothing more. But the office was empty, and the air between us felt charged with something I couldn’t ignore. He stood behind me while I typed, his presence looming over me like a shadow. I could feel his eyes on me, and it made my skin tingle.

“You smell good,” he’d whispered, his voice sending a shiver down my spine.

I’d frozen, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. “Thanks,” I’d managed to say, though my voice sounded strange even to my own ears.

He didn’t move back. Instead, he leaned in closer, his breath warm against my neck. “I shouldn’t be saying that,” he’d added, but he didn’t sound sorry. Not even a little.

And then… then he kissed me.

---

Now, here we were, his mouth devouring mine as if he couldn’t get enough. His hands were everywhere — in my hair, on my waist, sliding up my thigh — and I was letting him. No, I was _encouraging_ him. My hips pressed into his touch, and I could feel how hard he was through his pants. It only made me want him more.

“Liam,” I gasped as his lips moved to my neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His teeth grazed my skin, and I bit my lip to stifle a moan.

“You taste even better than you smell,” he murmured against my throat, his hands sliding under my shirt. His fingers found the clasp of my bra, and with a practiced ease, he unhooked it. My breasts spilled into his hands, and he groaned softly as he cupped them, his thumbs brushing over my nipples.

I arched into his touch, my head falling back as pleasure shot through me. His mouth found one of my nipples, and I cried out as he sucked it into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. My hands tangled in his hair, holding him there as waves of heat washed over me.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he muttered, his voice rough with desire. His hand slid down my stomach, slipping under the waistband of my skirt. I tensed for a moment, but then his fingers found the wetness between my legs, and all rational thought left me.

“Fuck,” I breathed as he rubbed slow circles over my clit, his touch sending jolts of electricity through my body. My hips rocked against his hand, desperate for more.

“That’s it,” he growled, his lips finding mine again. “Let me make you feel good.”

And I did. I let him. My mind was a haze of pleasure and guilt, but right then, I didn’t care. All I cared about was the way his fingers moved inside me, the way his mouth claimed mine, the way he made me feel alive in a way I hadn’t in so long.

My phone buzzed on the desk, breaking through the fog of lust. I pulled back, panting, and glanced at the screen.

_“I’m outside, babe ❤️”_

My heart sank as reality came crashing back. My boyfriend was waiting for me. Just outside. And here I was, letting Liam touch me in ways that should’ve been reserved for him.

“I have to go,” I said quickly, pulling away from Liam and straightening my clothes. My hands were shaking as I tried to fix my hair and smooth out my skirt.

Liam just smirked, leaning back against the desk with a look of satisfaction on his face. “Next time,” he said, his voice dripping with promise, “don’t make him wait too long.”

I grabbed my bag and hurried toward the door, my heart still racing. But as I stepped out into the cool night air and saw my boyfriend’s car waiting for me, all I could think about was Liam’s hands on me and the way he made me feel.

And I knew this wasn’t over.

A woman in a seemingly happy relationship finds herself drawn to a new coworker’s intense gaze and flirtatious behavior, leading to a heated encounter in the office while her boyfriend waits outside.

The forbidden nature of the situation heightens her arousal, as she allows her coworker to kiss her and touch her intimately, despite the guilt and thrill of being caught.

The encounter leaves her questioning her relationship and craving more, setting the stage for potential future transgressions.

I let my coworker kiss me while my boyfriend waited outside

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