Discoveries

"Mr. McIntyre, this is an inappropriate position; anyone can walk in." "Noone, but you can come in without knocking first." "But your wife?" "She's not here, is she?." "Boss, we can't; it's wrong." I try to reason, feeling myself giving into sinful desires with each passing second under his electrifying touch.

"I don't care; you drive me nuts for reasons I can't comprehend, so shut up and let me make you feel good," he confesses in my ear, tracing his hands all over my curves, and I give in, kissing him first with so much passion.

I know it's wrong, but I don't care right now. I grind on his lap, and he pulls me in by my hair, using his free hand to roam my left side and do everything he can. I don't want any of this to stop.

"Fuck Mun. Mm," he groans, kissing down on my chest, and I moan, throwing my head back when he licks my breast, pulling it out of my bra. "Mine," he growls, and I don't care to remind him about his wife. His hand sneaks up my skirt, and I moan, feeling his finger brush my panty-covered core.

He moves it aside and plays with my clit, and I moan out, "Sorry," "Scream all you want, baby girl; no one is on the floor but us. He encourages me and thrusts inside, and I couldn't contain the moan that broke out loudly. "Like that, fuck right there, Ryan," I moan, bouncing on his digits as he plays with my breast before kissing me once again.

"I've longed for this so much; you have no idea." "I'm about to," I stutter, feeling a knot in my stomach. "Go on, precious, come all over my hand." With a last kiss and loud moan, I come undone, falling onto his shoulder from exhaustion.

Wow.

When everything dawns on me, I try to get up, but he pulls me back down. "Don't move," he growls. "Sir, I'm a little heavy," I shyly say, feeling embarrassed, "and I love it. The weight makes you sexier, and it's Ryan for you." He goes in for a kiss again, but I remember his status and pull back, earning a groan. "I know you feel something too, precious. Don't deny it." "Sir, please, I don't want to get in trouble." I plead, thinking about his wife, and my heart breaks even more, but he releases me.

"I apologize for my behavior." I nod. "I apologize for my approach," I say, fixing myself before leaving the room staggeringly.

What in the world just happened?!

I sit at my desk like nothing happened and eat my lunch.

..

My mind is always on Ryan and this wife, and I can't bring myself to Google them, saving myself from any further heartbreak. I try to stay out of his way unless necessary, so I usually send Ms. Roberts, the secretary, to his in-office aid.

I can't continue like this; it's only been 4 days since I got the news, and I'm already acting like I did with my ex, shutting down and self-isolating. But in addition to that, I want more of his touch. It's dangerous territory, but I want to explore it nonetheless.

No.

Office sexual encounter aside, my hired hacker has found Isabelle's stash of all the fake photos and the uncropped ones that expose who the actual person is. The last step is for me to wait for him to delete them all from her possession before I can confront her, which may take a few days. I can work with that.

"Ms. Moore, Mr. McIntyre calls for you." Ms. Roberts announces, and I gulp, gathering myself mentally before going.

"Yes sir?" "I haven't seen you all day. Why?" "I've been busy, sir." "You're my assistant, Ms. Moore, not Ms. Roberts." "Yes sir" "Come here," he calls to me from the door, and I hesitantly sit in front of him. "What am I doing?" He asks, and I immediately know what he's talking about. "Sir, we can put this behind us and continue with our lives. I apologize for jeopardizing your fresh marriage." "You have done nothing but captivate me, Monique, since the first time you started out here as a proud graduate." ''But sir, we can't; you're married and you're my boss," and I'm a Smith plus half black.

What would he do if he found out and his reputation became at risk? "Monique," "sir, we're not a good match; we don't even have a connection; it's just pure attraction, so please don't risk your marriage or career," he gets up about to protest, but his door opens and someone storms inside.

"Honey!" Isabelle?!

I snap my head in her direction, and she freezes when she sees me. "Monique?" She's his wife?! I scream in my head when I see her matching ring.

"What are you doing here?" "I work here." She nods and hugs Ryan, who looks reluctant with his actions, but he doesn't withdraw. The same hands he had exploring my body just the other day. "You work for my husband; how lovely," she snickers. "Do you both know each other?" "Friends" Isabelle covers, and I couldn't stay any longer, so I excused myself, giving them time and privacy.

My evil sister is married to my crush, or boss. I had partial sex with my sister's husband?!

How? Why? When?

I get myself together and go to the water dispenser for a drink. "So you like him, huh?" A voice speaks up behind me, and I see Isabelle folding her arms and glaring at me. "Of course not; he's my boss; don't be ridiculous." I frown, putting the cup on my lips.

"You whore, you like my husband. I see it all over you. Who knows? You’ve been trying to seduce him. Quit your job." I spit the water out into the cup in shock and look at her like the mad woman she is.

"What?! This is my livelihood; I can't quit." "Either that or the pictures." "Isabelle, you can't do that. I promise, I don't want your husband, please. I need this job. You can even keep 95% of my salary this time, please." She looks at me and laughs.

"This is quite fun, but you know, Monique, I've always wanted you gone, and regardless of whether you quit or not, I'm still sending mom and dad these pictures, so either that or I make Ryan's life hell," she says. She waves the phone around and goes back into the room.

This can't be happening.