They say slow seduction lingers longer but I crave the kind that hits fast and leaves you breathless.

The kind where your lips hover just close enough to burn, and my fingers trace your skin like they already know the way.

There's no pretense or pause between us. Just two people who know what they want, and aren't afraid to take it.

Seduction in any form? I welcome it but the bold kind? That’s my favorite.

But that wasn't the dilemma I was faced with. I could call it my lucky day but I wanted to escape from this one.

I had always watched Maya from her office glass door wanting what I was never supposed to want. Maya was my cold, ruthless boss and my brother's wife. A woman with confidence, who ruled the boardroom with a glare and gave loyalty to no one except family, especially to her husband Carlos.

I watched her everyday and I tried to stop but it was the way she looked at me when no one else was around, it got me thinking that she wanted what I wanted. It wasn't sweet. It was filthy.

Do you know what it feels like to have the wrong feelings for the wrong person? What it feels like to have an undeniable attraction for someone you should call family.

Now do you know how it feels like to stay away from that person to ensure that the attraction and lust dies?

And then you walk into her office and you lay your eyes on that person, she is half naked, her legs spread on the table and a dildo is buried in her pussy? And she is looking right at me.

Just at that moment setting my eyes on Maya and she's having an orgasm in front of me. This single sight brings every feeling that I have been trying to fight back.

I could feel all that attraction and lust rushing into me.

“Ma'am” the word came shabbishly as I stood by the door.

“I…I came to drop the files”, I turned back to leave.

“Don't go, shut the door and come closer.”

She stood and walked close to me with her half buttoned shirt. Her boobs were a perfect set as I gazed at it.

“What you saw, it's really nothing but we can share a little secret. Can't we?” She asked softly as she put her finger trying to unhook the buttons of my skirt from its hole

I nodded to affirmation.

“I see the way you looked at me”

I shouldn’t be here. That truth echoed in my head, loud and unforgiving, but my body refused to listen. I had said those words too many times already and each time, they meant less.

Maya didn’t rush me. That was the most dangerous part of her.

She tilted her head slightly, studying me the way she did during meetings when someone thought they were winning. Her eyes lingered on my face, then dipped lower, slow enough to make my pulse stutter.

“You’re shaking,” she said, not unkindly. Observant. Certain.

“I’m not,” I replied too quickly.

She smiled small, knowing and stepped closer until the space between us disappeared. I could feel her without her touching me. The Heat. Authority. Control. It wrapped around my thoughts, made everything else fade.

“You’ve always been very good at lying to yourself,” she murmured.

My breath caught. I hated that she was right.

I kept my hands at my sides, fists clenched, nails biting into my palms as if pain could anchor me to sense.

Carlos’ face flashed in my mind. Family dinners. Laughter. The word wrong tried to rise again, but Maya’s presence drowned it out.

“This stops now,” I said, though my voice lacked conviction. “You’re my boss. And my…”

“Family?” She finished softly. “Is that what you tell yourself when you can’t sleep?”

Her fingers brushed the back of my hand.

I should have pulled away.

Instead, my fingers loosened.

Maya leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper meant only for me. “You think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me? The way you freeze when I’m near? You don’t hide it as well as you think, Kliner.”

Shame and desire twisted together inside my chest until I couldn’t tell them apart. Every instinct screamed for distance, yet my body betrayed me, leaning forward just slightly enough for her to notice.

She did.

Her lips hovered close to my ear, not touching. Never touching.

“This doesn’t have to mean anything,” she said. “Some moments exist just because they want to.”

I swallowed hard. My heart pounded so loudly I was sure she could hear it.

“Maya…,” I started, but my words failed me.

She stepped back then, giving me space I hadn’t realized I needed and somehow that was worse. Her gaze never left mine as she moved toward her desk, resting her hands against it like she owned the world and everyone in it.

“You can walk out,” she said calmly. “Right now.”

Silence stretched between us, thick and unbearable.

“If you do,” she continued, “we go back to pretending and denying what we feel for each other”

My feet didn’t move.

Her eyes darkened not with triumph, but something deeper. Satisfaction mixed with restraint. She came toward me again, stopping just short of contact.

“But if you stay,” she said, lowering her voice, “you accept that this changes things. There’s no innocence left after this.”

I was hard on and I really wanted to stay. My breath trembled as I met her gaze. I knew this wasn’t about attraction alone. It was about power. Choice. Crossing a line I could never uncross.

“I don’t know how to stop wanting this,” I admitted.

Maya’s expression softened, just for a second. “Neither do I.”

She reached for me then slow, deliberate and before her fingers could close around mine

The door handle turned.

The sound was sharp, sudden, real.

Maya froze.

My heart slammed into my ribs as the door began to open.

A leap

Well, who could it be?

Panic hit me first. Sharp and instant. I forced my face into something neutral while my hands moved on instinct, fingers fumbling with the buttons of my shirt.

Maya had already unhooked half of them. My heart was racing so fast it felt like it might give us away.

Beside me, Maya turned her back quickly, adjusting herself with shaking hands.

She was never nervous. Not in meetings, neither during negotiations nor even when lives were on the line.

But now her shoulders trembled.

We can’t be caught.

The door opened slowly, hesitation thick in the air.

Fortunately, it was the janitor.

Relief crashed into me so hard my knees almost buckled.

“I’m so sorry,” she said quickly. “I thought there was no one in the building.”

Her eyes darted between us, uncertainty written all over her face.

The way she stood awkward, frozen made it painfully clear that she knew she had walked into something she wasn’t meant to see.

I turned toward her, my posture stiff, my voice controlled. Too controlled and calm

“Can you leave us?” I said evenly. “You can come back once we’ve left the building.”

She nodded immediately, already backing away.

But the universe was out to get us.

The door opened again.

This time, my heart dropped straight into my stomach.

My brother walked in.

Flowers in hand and a wicked smile on his face. The kind that made people nervous and kept enemies awake at night. He looked relaxed, dangerously so.

My ruthless, cruel brother.

I forced a light smile onto my face as we exchanged pleasantries, every muscle in my body screaming to stay still, to stay calm, to act normal.

Maya moved fast.

She slipped into the role she knew too well, devoted wife rushing forward to kiss her husband. Watching her do it felt like something sharp twisting in my chest. The intimacy looked effortless. Convincing.

Very convincing.

“Well,” my brother said with a grin,

“You workaholics need a break, and I have come to take my wife for dinner”

I swallowed hard.

“I’ll leave you lovebirds,” I said softly, already turning away. My hands slipped into my pockets as I passed the janitor, my intention clear to make sure she understood the weight of what she had witnessed.

Or almost witnessed.

As I walked briskly down the hall, I dared one glance back.

Maya’s eyes met mine.

Just for a second.

There was something there: panic, regret, something unspoken and I had to look away quickly, my chest rising and falling as I struggled to breathe normally.

Get it together, I said to myself.

I grabbed the janitor firmly by the arm and dragged her toward the next available door, my grip tighter than I intended. My heart was still racing, adrenaline burning through me.

I didn’t mean to do this.

But I had to.

“What did you see?” I demanded, my voice low.

“Nothing,” she whispered immediately. “I…I saw nothing.”

Her voice trembled, fear unmistakable.

“Well, that’s good,” I said, forcing steel into my tone. “Let’s keep it that way. Because if you go around sniffing about telling anyone what you think you saw, I’ll make sure you lose your tongue.”

The words sounded cruel. Dangerous.

That's not me.

I released her arm slowly, watching the fear linger in her eyes. I knew I had scared the shit out of her and guilt pricked at me instantly.

I wasn’t that man.

At least… I hoped I wasn’t.

But some lines, once crossed, didn’t uncross themselves.

And I had the sinking feeling this was only the beginning.

After I was done with the janitor, I dragged my blazer firmly, walking out with a smile like I hadn't threatened someone's child.

I bumped into the perfect couple, I thought they were perfect not until this moment.

I thought I was wrong for trying to stay away from her.

I need to stop this thought, my brother owes no one loyalty, he would kill me… I said to myself.

“Kliner! Kliner! Is everything ok?”

My brother's voice snapped me back to reality.

Oh…I was just thinking, maybe it's time I find the woman of my dreams.

My brother laughed so hard, “that will be so lovely.”

“I can't wait to meet her”, Maya said as she folded her arms like she was anticipating a war.

But all I perceived was jealousy and looking at her that way was cute. I tried to not give her that flirty look.

The janitor interrupted the mood, she was still shaking uncountably. I knew I had to take care of this unforeseen situation.

My brother even as a cold mafia, he is smart that he could see through people.

I don't want him asking questions. I gave the janitor a stern look and instantly she understood

After I was done with the janitor, I straightened my blazer firmly and walked out wearing a smile, as though I hadn’t just threatened someone’s entire existence. My face stayed calm, composed but inside, everything was still spiraling.

I walked straight into the perfect couple.

At least, that was what I used to think they were. Perfect until this moment shattered the illusion.

Maybe I had been wrong all along for trying so hard to stay away from her.

The thought startled me, and I forced it down immediately.

Stop it.

My brother owed no one loyalty. Not me. Not anyone. He would kill me without blinking if he ever suspected betrayal. I reminded myself of that harsh truth, clinging to it like a lifeline.

“Kliner! Kliner! Is everything okay?”

My brother’s voice snapped me back to reality.

I blinked and forced a light chuckle.

“Oh… yeah. I was just thinking,” I said casually. “Maybe it’s time I find the woman of my dreams.”

He laughed loudly, genuinely amused. “That would be so lovely.”

“I can’t wait to meet her,” Maya added, folding her arms as she looked at me. Her smile was polite, controlled but her posture felt defensive. Like she was bracing for something.

A war, maybe.

But all I saw beneath that composed exterior was jealousy.

And that realization did something dangerous to me. I found it cute.

I looked away quickly, refusing to let my eyes linger, refusing to give her that flirty look I knew would betray me. This wasn’t a game.

Then the janitor interrupted the moment.

She stood a few steps away, hands trembling uncontrollably, eyes glued to the floor. Fear clung to her like a shadow, and guilt pricked at me despite myself.

I knew I had to handle this unforeseen situation carefully.

My brother, cold as he was, had a sharp eye. He could read people effortlessly. One wrong move, one wrong question, and everything would unravel.

I couldn’t let that happen.

I shot the janitor a stern look.

Instantly, she understood.

She lowered her head further, shrinking into herself, silent and obedient and she walked in to focus on her job.

Good.

I exhaled slowly, forcing calm back onto my face as my brother kept talking, completely unaware that the ground beneath us had already begun to crack. Every word he said echoed like a warning I couldn’t unhear, but I wasn’t ready to fall into the chaos just yet.

So, I did what I always did. I stayed silent.

And watched the so-called perfect couple walk out hand in hand, off to dinner…

While the storm inside me quietly raged.

Maya’s POV

I take care to dress in a respectable, professional way. My thoughts, however, are anything but.

When I take down notes in a meeting, you might see me smile, nod, sip a cup of coffee. However, only I will ever know what’s running through my head.

It wouldn’t be polite to share the fact I might be thinking about whether Kliner would make eye contact at the meeting.

But I noticed he how he fought it, he tried not to look at me and sometimes I caught him looking.

And I know that look. Sometimes he would look through the office glass door, fixing me with his direct gaze, like he wanted to consume every inch of me.

I would turn to the table to bend, so he see my round ass.

I loved the obsession and I did wish my husband could look at me that way but my husband’s focus was on the illegal businesses while I handle the legal part of our business. I get stucked in the office making sure everything is put in place.

It was exhausting and still the one thing I wanted from my husband was for him to make me feel alive again. I just wanted to feel alive.

I felt starved of attention and most importantly sex. Even when I tried to make my husband stay and just look at me for once—I'm his bloody wife!

He won't, he was obsessed with street power, influence and money while I stay starved.

But I look up and I see Kliner. Dark hair, honey skin. As he takes off his tailored navy suit blazer, the outline of his curved biceps stretching against his crisp, pressed shirt is evidence that he looks after his body.

Each time I looked at him, I try to decipher what his preference could be; fucking me on the desk, skirt hitched up, spread wide, or maybe bending me over it, to enjoy just how wet and tight I can be.

I knew he wanted me. What we felt for each other was forbidden. But I was willing to take the risk. A lifetime gamble.

– – – present day

Back at the office at late hours, I sit down in the leather chair to start researching figures, but my mind kept pulling me back to thinking about Kliner.

I know I’ll see him tomorrow, but the restlessness pervades. When I get like this, touching myself doesn’t lift the feeling. It’s not about the orgasm, I need to feel him inside me, filling me entirely.

My bag sits on the desk next to my laptop, and inside it’s my favourite toy. I stroke all seven inches of the glass dildo, my fingertips tracing the raised red hearts, designed to give extra pleasure.

I can’t help thinking about him, imagining him doing that to me. My nipples are straining against my bra and I’m not fighting the feeling anymore.

My body is sensitive, and even my own touch makes me horny. My skirt has a split at the front, and it’s ruched up around my waist.

Undoing my shirt, I rub at the dampness between my legs. I slip my hand inside my panties enjoying this office wank. Wishing Kliner could watch me touch myself.

I tug my nipples. They are fully erect.

My fingers glide over my clit and I’m panting. I slip two fingers inside me, massaging back and forward.

Pumping my fingers, I’m so swollen. I can tell when I’m dirty and taste myself.

Sliding my panties off I go to the desk to get the dildo. I like teasing strokes, I work the dildo, pumping away at me, I tease myself, pulling it out and sliding it up and down across my clit, my lips hugging and spreading at its girth.

I wish Kliner could do this to me with his cock. My breath quickens as I get closer. I can hear how wet I am.

I can’t wait any longer and thrust the dildo inside me, stroking my clit. Past the point of play, I want it harder. I need to feel it deep inside me taking up every inch of me, I rock my hips back and forward, frantically.

I’m so close and push the dildo right inside me, up to its hilt. I pant and moan, pumping it deeper and deeper until I climax hard, crying out. As I slide it out, I think about Kliner—my husband’s brother and the universe decides to bring me a present.

My door creaks open and there he was—Kliner looking at me.