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.

This Might Not Be a Mistake

They say be careful what you wish for, or you might just get what you want.

But when I saw Kliner standing there frozen, stunned, breathing like he’d just walked into his own undoing. I didn’t feel fear or shame.

I felt alive.

I felt seen.

I felt like fate had finally stopped teasing me and decided to act.

Everything I had imagined, every filthy, dangerous thought I had buried, stood right in front of me, breathing, real.

And yet he resisted me.

The way he refused to look at me told me everything.

Most men would have stared. Most men would have lost control instantly. But Kliner stood rigid, eyes fixed anywhere but on my body, jaw clenched tight, like discipline was the only thing holding him together.

That restraint made my thighs clench.

This isn’t good, I thought.

But I was already in too deep to stop. I didn’t want to stop.

I was ready to hunt.

“Don’t go,” I said softly, already knowing he would try.

“Shut the door and come closer.”

The words tasted sinfully right.

He hesitated. I felt it like a pulse in the room but his body betrayed him before his mind did; his shoulders stiffened, his breath hitched.

He wanted control.

So did I.

I rose slowly, deliberately, my shirt still unhooked, my breasts exposed without apology.

I didn’t rush him.

Men like Kliner didn’t break when you pushed, they broke when you waited.

When you let them sit inside the wanting until it consumes them.

I stepped closer.

His gaze dipped to my chest for half a second before he forced himself to look away.

That refusal ignited something sharp and territorial in my chest.

Look at me, I wanted to demand.

But I didn’t say it. I didn’t need to.

The shame, the hunger, the war between loyalty and desire, it was all written on him.

The kind of conflict that ruins men like him.

“What you saw,” I murmured, “it’s really nothing. But we can share a little secret, can’t we?”

My fingers pressed lightly against his chest, drifting down, testing, unhooking the button of his skirt slowly, deliberately. I touched him just enough to make him aware of how close I was.

He was shaking.

“You’re shaking,” I said quietly.

He denied it too quickly.

I laughed under my breath.

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

“This stops now,” he said, but his voice lacked conviction. “You’re my boss. And my...”

“Family,” I finished for him.

Of course. That was always the excuse.

The shield he hid behind.

Silence stretched between us, thick and unbearable.

“You think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me?” I whispered.

“The way you freeze when I’m near? You don’t hide it as well as you think, Kliner.”

I leaned closer, my lips hovering near his ear, careful not to touch.

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

Still, he resisted.

No one resisted me like this except my husband.

And I wasn’t prepared to accept that.

I stepped back, giving him space, turning toward my desk as if the fantasy could end there.

“You can walk out,” I said calmly, gesturing toward the door. “Right now.”

“If you do,” I continued, “we go back to pretending. Denying what we feel.”

He didn’t move.

A little glimpse of hope sparked.

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

I watched his face carefully.

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

“Neither do I,” I said without hesitation.

I stepped toward him again.

Then…

The door creaked.

The interruption hit me like ice.

I turned away quickly, adjusting myself, anger and panic burning through me.

Thank God, it was only the janitor.

Still, I hated that she had seen anything at all.

I slipped back into myself: CEO and perfect wife.

Inside, my heart raced.

Not like this. Not yet.

Kliner handled her.

When she left, relief came but it didn’t last.

The door opened again.

Carlos, My husband.

Flowers in hand. That same dangerous calm he wore like a crown.

I watched Kliner retreat instantly, snapping back into place like none of this had ever happened.

I kissed Carlos. Smiled. I played my role perfectly.

But my mind stayed with Kliner.

With how close we’d come.

When Kliner excused himself, my chest tightened. We weren’t finished. Our eyes met briefly as he left.

Carlos droned on about business, failed deals, violence disguised as strategy.

I nodded, answered when required.

Then I noticed the janitor again. Still shaking.

Kliner threatened her, I realized.

Smart man.

That made me want him even more.

Good. He understood the stakes.

Still, loose ends bothered me. I was already considering transfers, dismissals, quiet solutions disguised as policy.

I’d deal with her later.

Carlos softened. “Let’s fix things,” he said. “Dinner. Just us.”

Fix things.

The irony almost made me laugh.

I nodded and kissed him softly

But his kiss did nothing to me. I felt empty. Impatient.

His eyes fell on the dildo on my table. He grabbed my face, forcing my gaze up.

“I’ll make it up to you.”

I smiled faintly.

I slipped my toy back into my bag and walked beside him, the perfect wife.

Outside, we bumped into Kliner.

The men exchanged jokes, but then Kliner mentioned finding the woman of his dreams.

Something dark twisted inside me.

The woman of his dreams?

Jealousy hit hard and ugly. The thought of him wanting another woman, touching her made my jaw tighten.

I reached for Carlos’ hand, entwining my fingers with his.

“I can’t wait to meet her,” I said sweetly.

My smile wasn’t kind.

It was possessive.

You don’t get to walk away untouched, I thought. Not after today.

This wasn’t over.

It was only the beginning.

And next time,

I wouldn’t let anything interrupt us.

Not even the janitor.

Across the street

Now. That didn’t go as planned.

That was the first thought that echoed in my head

I think I messed up but I played the game right.

If I was honest, truly honest: I had lied earlier.

I didn’t just watch Maya from the office glass door.

I watched her everywhere.

You could call it madness.

But madness, to me, was swallowing feelings until they rotted inside you. Madness was pretending you felt nothing.

What I did felt was strong.

All this while, I thought I couldn't have her but maybe I could just watch her, follow her,

I wasn't ready to approach her and tell her how I felt about her. I was too afraid

But today proved that I could get her. So I followed Maya and my brother from behind

I followed my brother’s car through the evening traffic, keeping a safe distance, my hands tight on the steering wheel.

I’d miscalculated.

Or maybe I hadn’t.

I told myself I messed up but the truth was uglier than that. I had played the game exactly the way I always did: quietly, patiently, watching from the edges.

It wasn't always like this, I wasn’t there when my brother married Maya. I was abroad, buried in school.

I came back, when our father died and grief dragged me home but I didn’t mourn the way I should have.

I fell in love instead.

With my brother’s wife.

I tried to fight off the feeling but it was so strong. Maya had this after effect on people that's how she has been able to handle clients and get contracts.

The building was old but solid, grey concrete, tall windows, balconies lined with tired plants. My apartment sat on the fourth floor, directly facing their master bedroom windows. From the outside, it looked ordinary. Inside, it was anything but minimal furniture, clean lines and dark walls.

One thing I never mentioned to anyone.

A high-powered telescope mounted discreetly near the window. Its purpose is just for observing.

Every morning, Maya woke before the sun fully rose.

She always paused by the window first, stretching, yawning, standing still like she was deciding whether to face the day or fight it. Then the routine followed: coffee first, hair tied up loosely, walking barefoot like the floor belonged to her.

She took her time with everything.

Too much time, some would say.

The way she dressed carefully even when she didn’t have to leave the house.

Some of her habits were strange. Lingering. Almost like a ritual

I saw nothing wrong with them.

Most days, my brother wasn’t there. Business kept him away, late nights, early mornings.

And on those quiet nights, when Maya stayed awake longer than the city outside her window, I stayed awake too.

She was my favorite thing to watch.

I didn’t like it when my brother was home.

His presence felt like an intrusion. A disruption.

I watched less on those nights. Or tried to.

And the seduction Maya pulled in the office: the way she looked at me, spoke to me, shattered every excuse I had ever given to stay away from her at a far distance.

She wanted me.

And that knowledge changed everything.

Their car was a bit slow ahead of me.

My brother’s black SUV; polished, expensive, aggressive pulled into a ‘Finesse Restaurant’—a high-end restaurant tucked between glass buildings and soft yellow streetlights. Maya stepped out beside him, elegant as always, hand resting lightly on his arm.

I parked across the street.

My car was the perfect disguise: It was quieter, older, dark blue and unassuming. It suited me.

I pulled a cap low over my face and walked inside the restaurant.

I chose a corner table with a clear view of theirs.

Maya laughed at something my brother said. She poured wine. Listened.

“What would you like to have sir”, a voice echoed behind me.

“I need water”, I said to the waiter.

I didn’t need food, I just wanted to watch the woman I love.

Then my brother’s phone rang.

I saw the shift instantly, the tension in his shoulders and how Maya’s face fell when He leaned in, kissed her cheek, said something I couldn’t hear.

And he left.

I stayed still and watched closely.

Maya reached for her phone

That was when my phone buzzed.

Her name on the screen.

My heart slammed.

I dropped the cash at the table and I stepped outside before answering.

Where are you?” she asked.

“I'm at home”, I lied comfortably.

“Can you meet me at ‘Finesse restaurant'".

I choked. “I thought you were with your husband”.

“Don't ask any questions, just come.”

That was condescending but I will do anything for the woman I love.

I’m… on my way,” I lied smoothly. “Nineteen minutes.”

She laughed softly. “You always calculate.”

I hung up and waited till it was exactly 19 minutes before I walked back in.

Maya looked up when I approached.

Surprise flickered across her face.

Then something warmer. Something rather unsettled.

“This is awkward,” she said quietly.

I sat opposite her. “It doesn’t have to be,” I replied quickly.

In fact, I was very friendly and conversation flowed easily - I asked why she was here alone and she didn't say a word about it.

I tried to keep the conversation flowing, It was easy and natural except - she kept touching my hand while she was talking.

Sometimes it was a brief tap, and sometimes it was lingering.

And every time I felt confused and breathless, and I hoped she could not tell how flustered she was making me.

She exhaled slowly, fingers circling the rim of her glass.

“I shouldn’t have…earlier. I went too far.”

I shook my head. “No. You didn’t.”

I meant it.

Every nerve in my body was aware of her, how close she was, how familiar she felt, how dangerous this moment had become.

She looked at me with uncertainty, but didn't say a word.

“I thought you hated what happened,” she murmured.

Our hands brushed when the waiter came to take our orders.

Then she placed her hands on mine and left it there while she talked, holding my gaze quite intently, and suddenly the room seemed to fade into silence and darkness around me. All I was aware of was the touch on my hand, her eyes looking into mine and - now - the uncomfortable swelling of my cock.

Her gaze dropped. Then lifted.

She stood up

“Bathroom,” she said softly. It's not a question.

This wasn’t planned.

But the universe didn’t seem to care.

Shit. I got up and followed, aware that I had a definite erection in my pants. It was quite tangled up in my underwear so I was hoping it wasn't visible, but it was uncomfortable walking across the restaurant, and there were still several other full tables there.

We got to the bathroom.

She walked over and stood right next to me, so our hips were practically touching.

My blood was pounding in my ears, and I was aware that I'd stopped right at the point of releasing my cock, frozen in the act. She looked over at me.

"Don't let me stop you," she said.

I didn't know what to do. But I know I didn't want to think of a way out of this situation. I could feel her eyes on me, and I did make eye contact. Then I felt like I had to, and once our eyes met I didn't look away.

Her body turned slightly to mine and mine to hers, and at that moment I *knew*, without a shadow of a doubt, what it was that she wanted, and that I wanted it too. It still took long seconds for me to work up the courage but then I took the plunge and - without looking down - freed my cock from my underwear.

I felt a wave of pleasure and relief as my trapped erection swelled to its full size (nearly 8") - I didn't dare look down but I knew that my rock hard cock was now bouncing freely between us. Still she held my gaze before finally looking down - and then I felt her fingers close around me and I gasped.

"I take it you've never done this before in a restaurant?" She said, and I shook my head. She went to her knees and suddenly I felt lips and tongue and warmth on my cock and I felt like my world was exploding. She took the head into her mouth, wrapping her hands around the base and working my cock back and forth, back and forth. I was absolutely out of my mind by now, and my face was hot with the fear of someone walking in on us at that moment.

"Oh god" I moaned, and I felt her smile as she worked her mouth expertly over my cock. She tugged my pants and underwear down to my knees and I felt her hands reach up and take hold of my buttocks, pulling me into her. She started to take me deeper into her mouth, with longer strokes and I could feel my tension building.

"Wait!" I said, and tried to pull away. She pulled back and my throbbing dick sprang free from her mouth, glistening with saliva. She looked a little surprised, but I said "let's go in the cubicle". She nodded and got up, grabbed my cock and led me into the cubicle, locking the door behind us.

She was just about to go down on me again but I stopped him.

"I... I want to suck you" I said. "I really want you in my mouth, and I want to make you cum that way. I'm so, so horny right now I think I'd do anything you wanted, but I'm on a hair trigger here, and I'm afraid that if... if I finish too soon I won't want to do it anymore. Please - let me suck you now"

She grinned at me and I felt her hand at the back of my neck. Suddenly she was pulling me down for a kiss, and before I really realised what was going on our tongues were mashed together in the hungriest, most passionate embrace I think I'd ever had. As our lips locked together and we kissed deeply, I reached down to her skirt. She'd unzipped them earlier, and I started to pull them down and slide my hands inside her underwear, seeking her pussy. I gasped and she kissed even more deeply into my mouth as I encircled her pussy with my fingers and slowly fingered her. As our bodies pressed together I felt my cock grow, if anything, even harder and she moaned into my mouth as our tongues danced.

Then I dropped to my knees. I met her eyes as I opened my mouth and slowly sucked her. I saw her eyes roll up as my tongue tasted her for the first time, a slightly saltiness, and oh so addictive. Once I had it in my mouth I just wanted to give her the best head I was capable of giving.

I worked my mouth and my hand in unison for I don't know how long, but I could tell she was enjoying it. She ran her fingers through my hair and moaned encouragement to me. God, I wanted her to squirt , but I never wanted it to end!

Then I felt her starting to tense more and she moaned down at me "Don't stop!".

I looked up and smiled, eager for her approval, and she smiled back and pulled me to my feet, kissing me deeply again and sharing her taste in my mouth.

She kissed my neck and worked her way down my body, taking my nipples into her mouth and playing with them.

It felt incredible, a dull throbbing that seemed to spread from my chest and run straight to my groin. I couldn't take much more and she knew I was desperate for an orgasm, so she went to her knees and started sucking me again.

It was incredible, every second of her mouth on me was bliss and I think I barely lasted a minute before finally losing it and shooting into her mouth. Our eyes locked as my body shuddered its way through the most intense orgasm I'd ever experienced, and she took every shot from my pulsing cock in his mouth. SHe held me there for a long time as I gradually calmed down, before coming up again to kiss me.

My knees buckled and I sat back onto the toilet seat, as she followed me down and straddled me, sitting on my lap and kissing me. We were both practically naked and feeling her thighs against mine, and her arms around me were thrillingly erotic. I had no idea how long we'd been in there, how much noise we'd made or how on earth I was going to clean myself up enough to get out of there, but - right then - I didn't care. In fact, I astonished myself - I did not feel panic or guilt right then, as I was so afraid of. All I could think of was how right it had felt and how much I wanted to do it all over again…