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"And what about you? Are you so blinded by your righteousness that you fail to see the burdens I carry?" Hank's voice was cold, the anger in his eyes hard to miss. "It's not just about living up to Patrick's legacy. It's the weight of my family's expectations pressing down on me, the fear of not being enough."
The argument had reached its zenith, and we had failed to notice how close we had instinctively been moving to each other. The fury of the argument seemed to drain away, replaced by a different kind of tension, a magnetic pull that was both familiar and terrifying. It was as if our disagreement had ignited something unexpected within us, a spark of desire threatening to burst into flames. It was an unexpected quiet that soon followed, a deafening silence punctuated only by our ragged breaths. We were too close, our faces inches apart. The distance was closing, but it felt like miles.
"A million reasons, Lina," I muttered to myself, more a reminder than a thought. There were a million reasons we shouldn't do this. But my mind seemed to betray me in that moment, for I couldn't recollect any of them. All I could remember was the single reason why we should.
Our eyes locked, and there was an electricity in the air, a tangible tension that pulled us towards each other.
"Hank, this is a bad idea," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
"I know," he replied, his voice just as shaky, his resolve wavering.
But it was Hank who succumbed first, his resolve crumbling under the weight of the tension between us. He moved closer, his eyes never leaving mine. It was a silent question, an unspoken plea for me to stop him if I wanted to. But I didn't.
He gradually closed the gap between us, his gaze flitting to my lips before his own closed over mine, initiating a passionate kiss that ignited a shockwave of emotions. His hands tangled in my hair as he pulled me closer, my own hands finding their way to his shoulders to steady myself.
After what felt like a lifetime, Hank drew back, the intensity in his eyes replaced by a look of bewilderment and conflict, his brows furrowing as he wrestled with himself.
The sight of him, so close yet so far, sent a surge of longing through me. I was too drawn in, too enraptured by the man in front of me to rein in my feelings. With a will of its own, my hand rose to cup his face, pulling him back down to me. I returned his kiss just as fervently, throwing caution to the wind, the world outside our office door long forgotten.
As our lips moved in sync, a euphoric sense of rightness washed over me. The reservations of the mind fell silent, giving way to the language of the heart. And for a fleeting moment, everything else faded away.
I felt a heat building inside me that I couldn't ignore. As he undressed me, teasing me with every inch of skin he revealed, my heart raced with excitement. I could feel his fingers moving over every inch of my body, leaving a trail of desire in their wake. With each touch, I ached for him more and more. He moved his mouth to my breasts, sucking them one after the other.
As his fingers slid inside me, I gasped in pleasure. He moved wildly, teasing me with every stroke, his touch sending electric pulses of pleasure through my body. I was at his mercy, my body aching for release as he continued to work his fingers inside me. I was soaking wet, my juices flowing freely as he continued to work his magic. I could feel the tension building inside me, my muscles tightening in anticipation of what was to come.
I longed for him to take me to the brink of ecstasy. His fingers worked me faster and harder, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. My body began to shake with pleasure as he brought me close. I knew I was about to fall over the edge, but just then, he pulled his fingers out of me. I whimpered at the sudden lack of touch, humping the air to feel something, anything. A wicked smile played on his lips.
“You think you can have what you want so easily?”
All I managed to say was “More.”
His hands resumed moving over my body, his touch igniting a fire deep inside me. Every inch of skin he touched sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but gasp as his fingers roamed over my curves. The anticipation built inside me, and once again, I could feel the tension mounting with each passing second.
As he lowered his mouth to my breasts, I felt his hot breath against my skin. He sucked on my nipples again, teasing me with every touch, and I could feel my desire building to a fever pitch. My body ached for release as he moved his fingers back inside me.
I pushed my head back and moaned at the sudden return of his touch. He knew exactly how to edge me, to bring me to the brink of orgasm without ever pushing me over. He began working me with a precision that left me gasping for more, his fingers moving in a rhythm that matched the beat of my heart. Just as I was close, he stopped again.
“Please,” I begged, but all he did was grin.
Hank kissed me until I was ready for another round of edging, his hand squeezing my ass while his other hand stroked my pussy. Then he lowered his mouth onto my crotch. I felt his breath against my opening. I couldn't help but gasp as his tongue flicked over my sensitive flesh.
As he rubbed his mouth on my pussy and massaged my sensitive clit with a finger, I felt the tension building inside me again. Finally, my body convulsed with pleasure as Hank brought me over the edge. I cried out in ecstasy, my voice echoing through the office as my body shook with waves of pleasure. I was completely spent, my mind consumed by the pleasure coursing through me.
As I collapsed onto the office floor, Hank watched me with a satisfied grin. A daze had fallen over me. The lingering taste of Hank's lips on mine, the intimate moment we'd shared, was jumbled up with a sense of disbelief, guilt, and fear. I scrambled to gather my disheveled clothes and scattered belongings. It all felt surreal, like a dream I was desperate to wake up from, yet, terrified to let go.
"Hank..." I started, turning to him with wide eyes, "Did we just... Did that just happen?"
The ridiculousness of the question hung heavily in the air. I watched as a weak smile formed on his lips, his gaze drifting to my cum on the floor, a silent witness to our indiscretion.
A sudden noise reverberated through the halls. The booming voice of the night security guard in the distance followed.
"Remember, folks, this is a sacred place!" He bellowed, his words carrying a silent implication that we had, indeed, committed some unforgivable sin within these sacred walls.
At that, an absurd giggle bubbled up from my chest. Clad in hastily put-together attire, Hank and I launched into a ridiculous game of cat and mouse, trying to dodge the security guard's rounds. We hid behind plants in the dark, ducked under desks, and did everything possible to avoid being caught.
Once we'd made it outside the building, a shared sigh of relief passed between us.
"Hank," I began, marshalling my courage, "Are you going to pretend like this didn't happen? Like the time we kissed? Do you regret it?"
