I never thought I’d feel this way about someone at work. I mean, work crushes do happen every once in a while, right? But this… this is different. It started out so innocent—just the usual casual glances, a quick smile in passing—but now, every time I see him, it feels like my body reacts before I can even think. Like there's this magnetic pull I can't resist. Emotions building in my core, pervading through my spine, and causing tingles every time I think about it.

There’s something about him that’s impossible to ignore. At first, I didn’t pay him much attention. He was just the guy from Florida who’d flash that lazy smile every time he walked by. But then, one day, I don’t know how or why, everything shifted. Suddenly, I noticed the way his shirt clung to his shoulders, how his voice seemed to echo in my ears, low and smooth, rhythmic, the vibrations causing me to immediately get wet.

And then, there was that moment. I remember it so clearly. We were in the back room, just the two of us. The air felt heavy like it was charged with something I couldn’t quite name. He stood close—closer than usual. His scent, warm and masculine, filled the space between us, making my skin tingle. He said something, but honestly, I can’t remember what, because all I could think about was how much I wanted him to Fuck Me Now!!

It’s crazy, right? But I couldn’t stop imagining what it would feel like if he leaned in, ripped off my tight work outfit, and just fucked my tight pussy till I came on the floor. Even if he brushed his fingers against my skin. It caused my heart to race fast, and my breathing to shallow, and I couldn’t help but bite my lip, wondering if he noticed. When our eyes met, I swear to God, it was like the world stopped. I knew he felt it too, that unspoken heat between us resonated in the air for a lifetime.

Every time he walks by now, I can feel him before I even see him. My body knows he’s there, my skin prickling with awareness. It’s like I’m hyper-aware of him—how his clothes move over his body, how his voice slides into my ears, making me shiver. I’ll catch myself daydreaming, imagining his hands on me, his mouth so close to mine that I can feel the warmth of his breath, the way he kissed my neck, focusing on my collarbone to the point where I just cum on the spot now.

It’s not just physical, though. There’s something about the way he looks at me, like he knows exactly what I’m thinking like he sees past all the bullshit and knows how badly I want him. He doesn’t rush. He doesn’t push. He just is. And that drives me absolutely fucking insane in the best way possible. I catch myself leaning toward him when he talks, letting the tension between us build, slow and steady until it’s nearly unbearable.

Then, last week, it happened. The room had emptied out for the night, and I was alone, pretending to finish up work, when I felt that familiar buzz of awareness. I looked up, and there he was, leaning against the doorway, watching me. His eyes were dark, and focused, like he’d been waiting for the perfect moment.

“Kaylan,” he said, his voice like honey, “What are you still doing here?”

I could barely answer. My throat went dry, and all I could do was stare at him, feeling the heat between us thicken. He stepped closer, slow and deliberate until he was standing right in front of me. So close I could feel the heat of his body. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear, and I swear I felt that touch all the way down my spine.

“You know I’ve been thinking about you,” he murmured, his fingers lingering at my jawline, sending shivers through me. His voice was low, and intimate, like he was telling me a secret. And in that moment, I knew there was no going back.

I didn’t even try to resist. My body moved on its own like I’d been waiting for this for far too long. I leaned into him, letting the heat between us consume every thought, every rational part of my brain. When our lips finally met, it wasn’t soft or tentative—it was desperate, hungry like we had been holding back for too long. His hands slid down my body, firm and possessive, pulling me closer, and I melted into him, feeling like I’d finally found the one thing I didn’t even know I was missing.

Now, every time I see him at work, it’s like our little secret. He’ll catch my eye from across the room, and my whole body will react, remembering the feel of his hands, the taste of his lips, and the way he made me feel completely undone. And the best part? No one else has any idea. It’s like this game we play—subtle touches, stolen glances, knowing smiles. It makes every single moment electric like I’m walking around with this delicious secret that only he and I share.

I’m not sure where this will go. Maybe it’s just the start of something wild, something we both need. But all I know is that when I’m with him, it feels like he’s unlocked something in me—something primal, something raw. And I can’t wait to see where it leads.

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