My heart stopped as soon as she walked into my office. Every fiber of my being knew it was her—the woman I'd seen a few weeks before with the most captivating eyes and a smile that could send my heart into cardiac arrest.

That day, when I first saw her, she was beaming with happiness as she walked out of my coworker's office, and I'm sure the news she got was fantastic. As I watched her from a distance, I felt attracted to her, and a smile spread across my face for no reason. The spell was broken when a woman in the waiting room eagerly kissed and hugged her in what appeared to be an ecstatic embrace, and as I walked away, I left the memory of her behind.

And now I couldn't believe what I was seeing—she was actually here. My heart rate increased as adrenaline flooded my body, causing a tingling sensation all over.

Her long, blond locks cascaded down into an intricately braided ponytail that rested on her shoulder. A seductively sheer blouse clung tenaciously to her sensually delectable breasts, which were undoubtedly a C-cup or more. Those fitted jeans accentuated the seductive curves that had taken my breath away, conjuring up images of forbidden pleasure as I pondered the exquisite secrets they held beneath them. My professional demeanor shattered like glass, leaving behind a deep need sparked by her presence.

She reluctantly stepped up to my desk, her steps weighed down by anxiety. Even when others entered my office, they were usually forced to face me due to necessity, and this situation was clearly no different for her. As she reached me, I could see the worry etched on her face, and I knew that whatever brought her here was not a trivial matter. When her eyes met mine, I froze for a split second before forcing a friendly smile, desperately hoping that it would relieve the crackling tension that filled the room like a thick fog.

She gave me a heartbreakingly sweet smile, her lips and eyes betraying the faint trembles that ran through her body. I could sense her insecurity as she awkwardly shifted her gaze from one wall to another, uncertain of what to do.

Trying to put her at ease, I waved my hand for her to take a seat, which she promptly did, and drew the chair closest to my desk even closer, making sure there wasn't much space between us. Her beauty left me spellbound, and my heart raced with the desire to express my all-consuming attraction to her. Despite my desire to do something wildly inappropriate, I managed to keep my cool and present a calm, collected front.

Her eyes twinkled with sadness as the delicate but enticing scent of her perfume filled my senses. In that moment, I could feel her fear, and it made my heart ache for her. I asked how I could help her, and she explained that she was looking for advice and that her girlfriend had suggested she come to see me.

The air between us seemed to thicken as she leaned in closer, pushing her breasts firmly against my desk. All I could do was stare helplessly into her eyes—deep brown pools that seemed infinite in their sorrow yet pulsed with an unspoken passion.

As we discussed her needs, it became ever more difficult for me to concentrate, and my thoughts ran amok. I couldn't help but notice the way her lips moved as she spoke and the gentle curve of her neck. The air between us felt heavier and thicker with each passing moment—I knew I had to remain professional, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.

She tried to remain still, yet her hands trembled slightly as she spoke. Her gaze never settled on mine for too long—presumably in an attempt to mask her apprehension—yet despite this, I could feel the earnestness radiating from her words as if they were burning through my soul. Her story was one that pierced my heart without fail and stayed with me long after our conversation had ended.

My initial distraction was quickly replaced by a desire to assist; I offered whatever resources I could and words of advice in the hopes of soothing her jaded heart. She thanked me and said she felt much better about her next steps. When she left, my thoughts were inexplicably preoccupied with her, which was a novel sensation for me because I had never felt anything quite like that in a professional setting.

As I drove home, a whirlwind of mixed emotions ran through me as memories of her flooded my mind. With a heavy heart, I forced myself to set aside such desires and accept that any advances on her were completely inappropriate. After all, even if my significant other didn't mind if I had sex with other women, she was already in an exclusive relationship with someone else.

As I walked into the house, my boyfriend was hunched over his laptop and seemed lost in concentration. I wrapped my arms around him and asked if he could take a break from work. His eyes widened with delight as he realized what I was suggesting. We wasted no time and went straight to the bedroom.

Our craving for each other was undeniable as our mouths collided in a fervent kiss. Every touch sent waves of pleasure soaring through us as our bodies entwined in an intimate ballet. And yet, even in that passionate moment, her face kept coming back to me like a siren call from the depths of my desire that couldn't be ignored or forgotten.

Guilt washed over me as arousal surged through me at her memory, and I felt a throbbing need inside me to give in to the burning desire that lingered like an imprint that wouldn't fade, drawing a line between where my boyfriend's touch ended and my craving for her began.

I shut my eyes and embraced the raw, carnal desire pulsing through me, imagining her lips tenderly on mine, her body pressed against mine. Her presence surrounded me like a cocoon of warmth, gently caressing every inch of me with an undeniable yearning, as if she were right there.

As my boyfriend ravished me with every passionate thrust, I released a deep groan of sheer ecstasy. Our bodies rocked in perfect rhythmic bliss, teasing us closer to the crescendo of desire and ultimate pleasure until finally we both reached the pinnacle of our passion, collapsing in a sweaty, satisfied heap.

As we lay tangled in the sheets, I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be with her. The chemistry that I felt between us sparkled like stars in the night sky, drawing me into a world of desire and passion that seemed so real, yet impossible to reach. Every thought screamed for me to take that chance, but I knew all too well that it was just an infatuation, a wishful daydream.

As I basked in the tingling physical sensations that lingered after my explosive climax, I felt her presence ebbing through my trembling fingers like fine sand grains gliding down an hourglass, until all that remained was the knowledge that she would be back next month for her appointment.