Forbidden Desires II (Audio Script)

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“Yes… that feels so good…”

The way his hands are sliding over my ass, dipping down to tease my thighs and between my legs… where I’m already so wet and desperate for his touch…

“Yeah, I want it… touch me just like that, it feels so….”

I’m on my stomach in bed, the warm pressure of his body pressed against my side as he teases me… moaning into the pillow as my hips roll, seeking his fingers, his tongue… his cock…

I want whatever he’ll give me… I want it all.

Skilled fingers find my pussy, and part my lips, swiping through the wetness to swirl around my clit.

“Oh, fuck, yeah, right there. So good, that feels so good”

My back arches, my whole body begging for his attention.

The sensitive tips of my breasts are thrust forward into the mattress, and the pressure is a tease against my chest as the weight becomes heavier on top of me…

I’ve wanted this since that night in the hotel. It’s all I can think about. I know it’s wrong but I’m so fucking horny, so desperate…

“Fuck, more, please…”

His fingers fill me, thrusting roughly into me, deep and smooth…

My hips jerk, grinding into the bed and pressing my clit into the heel of the hand that’s toying with me, sending a spark of delicious pleasure straight through my body.

It’s so good… so fucking good

“Oh god, I just need to passion, just… don’t stop..”

One hand between my legs, on my clit and fucking me with one skilled finger… the other slides beneath to grip my breast.

Pinching and teasing… tugging on the sensitive and swollen skin.

“Fuck, my tits are so sensitive… it feels so good. I like it. Don’t stop–”

I rock my hips, trying to grind against the bed… harder. More.

I’ve been fantasizing about fucking him, his hands on my hips as he fucks me hard and fills me up…

But this is so good, so unexpected as he teases and toys with me in my bed like this…

I feel desperate in a way I can’t remember feeling as I hump his hand while he fucks me with his fingers. I’m feral for more, the heat in my blood rising as tingles radiate from the pressure on my clit through my limbs..

Mmm, I could passion like this. I’m close, as long as he doesn’t stop. He knows just what I want, he makes me so —

“Shit. Where— where is it?”

I jerk awake, light from the partially open curtains spilling across my pillow as I reach for my phone, swiping away the alarm.

“What the… was I dreaming?”

I roll over, sprawling across my bed on my back and flinging a hand out to make sure I’m really alone…

I know I should probably feel awkward that I just woke up from a sex dream about the one-night stand I accidentally had with my new co-worker…

But god, I just can’t stop smiling.

It’s hard to feel anything but desperate for him… especially after a dream like that. Ugh, I want nothing more than to stay in bed and make myself passion to the fantasy of his hands all over me again…

But I can’t. I know I need to get up, get to work. Actually, what I need to do is just to forget this ever happened. Forget he happened.

It’s been three weeks since that night at the hotel with the guy. The young guy… the one whose name I don’t even remember. The one who turns out to be a contractor at my office…

Even though it was the best fuck of my life, the hottest and most sensual… I know it can’t happen again.

I’ve done such a good job of avoiding him and everything that reminds me of him–stacking my schedule to be out of the office when he’s there and ducking into empty rooms when I hear the thud of his heavy boots in the halls.

But now, after this dream, I’m imagining him following me into the room… shutting the door and–

“Get it together, you cannot go to work like this.”

Logically, I know that. But the raging horniness that’s replaced all my functional thought seems impervious to logic.

With a sigh, I get ready for work, my music blaring loudly to try to drown out the desperate begging of my body for a man I cannot have.

Somehow, despite the distracting way my morning started, I make it to the office on time and I’m already thinking about the meeting I’ve got in 15 minutes to…

“Absolutely, I saw the email- I’ll get that together today and…”

Shit. He’s here!

He’s not supposed to be in the office today.

Fuck, the last thing I need today is to see him.

There’s only so fast I can walk in these heels, and I’m just hoping I’ll make it to my office door before he comes around the corner.

This pencil skirt was a terrible choice. I wouldn’t have worn it if I knew I’d practically have to sprint to my office.

I’m so close, my office door is almost in reach, and I stretch forward to turn the handle when-

“Hey there you are, just the woman I’ve been looking for you

”

Shit.

The calming breath doesn’t steady me as much as I hoped, but I paste on my most professional smile and turn to face him anyway.

“Here I am. What can I do for you?”

Even to my own ears, my voice sounds cold and too high to be normal. I’m suddenly grateful we didn’t do much talking that night.

“Ouch. I thought maybe I’d earned more than that tone…”

God, I forgot how charming he really is.

“ I just have a few things to go over with you.”

He makes his way down the corridor until he’s standing in front of me, just a few feet away. Close enough that I can smell his cologne and I have to work harder than I’d like to admit not to lean forward and sniff him… touch his chest…

He leans toward me, and it’s like he can hear my thoughts.

“I tried to call you, a few times… but you never called me back.”

His gaze drops to the exposed line of my throat, then lower, toward the plunging neckline of the shirt I’m wearing beneath my favourite suit blazer.

He leans into me, just a little. But not enough to make it feel dangerous out here in the open.

Suddenly, the hallway feels too small… too warm.

“And when I saw your name on the chain emails that first day, I think I realised why.”

He steps closer still, the space between us shrinking. He can’t seriously think we’re going to— not here.

“Is it because you felt it too? How good we were together?”

I glance around, my eyes darting past him down the hall, and subtly looking over my shoulder. There’s no one around, but I can’t help the panic rising in my chest.

He watches my face, a little amused at my reaction. I can’t think of anything to say that would get me out of this situation. I just nod.

“But I’m too young, or you’re too old for me…

it was something like that, right?”

“I’m not really sure which,

but you said both quite a lot that night, didn’t you?

”

I can’t think of a single thing to say. My mouth is dry… but my thighs are clenching together to try to stifle the other sensations I’m feeling.

“And imagine how surprised you must have been to realise I work with you..

At least for now… until my next project.

It’d be wrong to answer my calls… to return my texts about how often I think about you.

The list of reasons we can’t is just too long now, isn’t it?

I’m too young… you’re older.

We work together… it’s forbidden, isn’t it?

So wrong…

”

“We shouldn’t be talking about this here.”

“Hmmm, that’s true. But we do need to talk about it.”

His hot gaze trails down my body, over the curve of my hips and thighs in the tight pencil skirt, down my nylon-clad calves, and right to the stilettos that suddenly feel unsteady, unstable….

When he meets my eyes again, I know what he’s going to say next.

“Then open the door, let’s take this conversation into your office.”

I hesitate. That’s the last thing we should do.

But right now, it’s the only thing I want.

“Because the things I need to say to you… do to you…

are definitely not fit for the office hallway...

”

The husk of his voice and the need in his eyes leave no doubt about what he wants to talk about.

And I know I shouldn’t open the door, that I can’t be trusted to be alone with him like this…

Not when I want him so much that I can still feel the ghost of his fingers thrusting inside me from my dream…

“Open the door.”

His voice is low, and it raises goosebumps across my skin. When I open my office door, it’s an instinctive response to the command of his request.

“Thank you. Let’s sit.”

“That’s my line. This is my office, and you’re the guest.

Let’s sit.

”

“As you wish.

It’s… been three weeks since I started working here. Since the night we -

”

“I don’t need a reminder about what we did that night.”

“Okay, well, I think I need an explanation.

You were… I thought this was different. What happened?

”

I can’t believe him right now. What happened? He knows what happened! I went home with him and had the best sex of my life, despite my reservations about our age gap…

Only to wake up and discover he’s also my coworker!

But I don’t know how to say that… not really. So I open my mouth, hoping for the best, when he stands abruptly.

“From the look on your face, I know you’re about to feed me another excuse. Another line. Aren’t you?

”

But he doesn’t wait for me to respond.

“What is it this time? Am I still too young?

Or is it that we work together?

Some kind of power imbalance or…

I mean, I know it’s not that you didn’t enjoy it

”

“Because you definitely enjoyed it, didn’t you?

I think we can at least admit that”

His confidence grates me and I smirk, not wanting him to know how much he’s getting to me.