"Goddamnit" I said, running a hand through my hair, reaching out to steady myself as the elevator ground to a halt.

We'd been working for years together. Coworkers, work friends, whatever you want to call it. Dealt with the usual intrigues at work, the politics, the layoffs, the hiring, the firing. The craziness that was "work from home" or whatever you want to call it when you're trying to put together marketing copy for an irate client and you have a wife reminding you to take the trash out.

Being back at the office over the last few months was made bearable only because I could see you again - rekindling a spark we both pretended never existed. Those little glances over the sad cubicle walls, the eye rolls at our bosses reminders to "work smart, not hard". A touch on the arm, a pat on the shoulder. Nothing inappropriate, just the tiny physical reminders of each other, loaded with sexuality that only the two of us could feel.

It was the Christmas party three years ago when after a few too many drinks, I'd jokingly said that you were my work wife. I was thankful no one else had heard. The mysterious smile you gave me sent tingles down my spine that night. That night, I'd gone back home to jerk off to a pornstar likeness of you. But I'd never go further, I couldn't put my job at risk. Not when my wife had just told me another baby was on the way. We should have been more careful with the birth control.

"Don't worry." I reassured you as the elevator stopped. "It's late, but eventually someone from security will come by to find us here. I just hope they haven't cut those budgets as well - the night shift has been unpredictable." I reached out in the darkness to try to find the alarm button in the elevator. The emergency lights hadn't clicked on yet - the maintenance team must have screwed up. The darkness felt overwhelming but fragrant with the familiar scent of your skin. The caress of your hair against my bare arm.

"Oh god, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... " I flinched in the darkness, realizing that my hands had found your breasts, my palm closing over them, feeling the soft fabric cold against my hands and the warmth beneath. I froze, unable to move, the burning passion of the last few years suddenly unleashed.

My hands were on your tits. I could not let go.

I'd always been a breast man, a sucker for a girl with beautiful well proportioned tits that were just a *little* to big for her body. And here I was, barely able to move as my fingers caressed the flesh for a moment, lost in the feeling of being able to touch you finally, without consequence. Beautiful ripe melons, held back by the thinnest of fabrics from my grasp.

I pressed forward, feeling your soft body accept me as I pushed you up against the elevator door. I needed you, I had to have you. I didn't care that your wedding ring scraped my hand as we embraced in that dark elevator. The rest of the world had disappeared.

All the mattered was us.

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-Michael