It started out as just another late night at the office. I’ve been working closely with my boss for months now—he’s 20 years older than me, with a beautiful wife and two kids. His family seems picture-perfect, the kind of life everyone dreams of, yet somehow we’ve found ourselves tangled in something neither of us can explain.

We had just wrapped up a long meeting with clients, and instead of heading home, we stayed behind to finish some extra work. The office was quiet, the rest of the team long gone, leaving just the two of us. There was always a spark between us, something that hovered just beneath the surface, but we never let it get this far. Until that night.

We were sitting across from each other, casually talking about the day, when our eyes locked. It felt like the air in the room shifted, the unspoken tension finally rising to the surface. He smiled at me, and I could feel the butterflies in my stomach flutter uncontrollably. There was something in his gaze that made my heart race, a look that said he was thinking the same thing I was.

Before I could even process what was happening, he stood up and walked over to me, standing close enough that I could feel the heat from his body. He didn’t say a word, and neither did I. The next thing I knew, he was pulling me close, his hands exploring my body, and I felt myself giving in, knowing full well what we were about to do.

We kissed, slow at first, but the intensity quickly grew. I could feel the weight of his need, the same need that had been simmering between us for so long. We didn’t even make it to his office. Right there, in the dim light of the conference room, we lost ourselves in each other. His body pressed against mine, and in that moment, everything else melted away—the fact that he was married, that he had kids, that we were crossing lines we could never uncross.

One moment we were just standing there, and the next, he was inside me, his breath heavy against my neck as we gave in to our deepest urges. It was fast, desperate, and reckless, and I couldn’t stop myself from wanting more. I knew it was wrong, but the pull between us was too strong to resist.

As we dressed, the weight of what we’d done started to sink in, but neither of us spoke. There was a silent understanding between us, a recognition that this was far from the end. We had crossed a line, and there was no going back now. All that was left was to figure out how far we were willing to let this go before everything came crashing down.