I work in an office where professionalism is the norm, but there's this one colleague, let's call him J, who always caught my eye. We had this unspoken tension, always professional but with underlying currents. One late night, we were the only ones left, working on a project with a tight deadline. The office was silent except for the hum of our computers.

As we wrapped up, J suggested we order some food and relax a bit, but relaxation turned into something else when he accidentally spilled his drink on me. Laughing, I tried to clean up, but the moment got intimate as our hands touched. One thing led to another, and before I knew it, we were kissing on the conference table, the risk of getting caught heightening every sensation.

We moved to his office, the door barely closed, our clothes discarded amidst papers and files. It was raw, passionate, and completely out of character. I've never felt so alive, the thrill of breaking the rules adding to the intensity. Now, every meeting with him is charged with this secret, this memory of us together in the quiet, dark office.