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The hanging crystal chandeliers glinted against her shimmering blue dress as she breezed through the hotel lobby, her blonde curls bouncing with each confident step. A strand of pearls graced her slender neck, matching the glimmer in her piercing blue eyes. She was a vision of class and sophistication, but beneath that pristine exterior lay a burning desire for the forbidden.

At the bar, she spotted him across the room – tall, dark, and undeniably handsome. Her heart fluttered as she remembered their heated tryst the night before, the way his strong hands had roamed her body, how his throbbing member had filled her so completely. Their passionate encounter was etched into her mind, a bittersweet memory of a love that could never be.

With a coy smile, she approached him, her hips swaying hypnotically. “Hey there, stranger,” she purred. “Buy a girl a drink?”

He tilted his head back, taking a long draught of his Scotch before setting the tumbler down on the bar. “Always,” he replied, his voice a low rumble.

She perched delicately on the barstool next to him, crossing her legs. The slit of her dress rode up, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of creamy thigh. “I couldn’t stop thinking about last night,” she whispered, leaning in close. “The way you touched me, the way you made me scream…”

His eyes darkened with desire. “I couldn’t stop thinking about your tight little pussy,” he growled. “The way it clenched around my cock, the way you begged for more.”

Their eyes locked, the tension between them crackling like a live wire. She knew she should walk away, end things before they went too far, but the pull was too strong. She wanted him, needed him, even if it meant destroying everything she held dear.

Without a word, she stood and reached for his hand, leading him towards the elevators. The doors slid open, and they stepped inside, their bodies pressing against each other in the small space. His lips found her neck, nipping and sucking at the tender flesh as his hands gripped her ass, pulling her flush against him.

The elevator dinged, and they spilled out into the hallway, fumbling with the key card to her room. The door barely closed behind them before they were on each other, tearing at clothes, desperate to feel skin against skin.

She backed him up against the wall, sinking to her knees and freeing his impressive erection. “Mmm, hello again,” she purred, wrapping her hand around his thick shaft. She stroked him slowly, teasingly, before taking him into her mouth.

He groaned, his head hitting the wall as she worked him over, her lips and tongue an intoxicating mix of heat and pressure. “Fuck, just like that,” he gasped, tangling his fingers in her hair. “Take it all, baby.”

She moaned around him, the vibrations sending him over the edge. He pulled her up and bent her over the nearby desk, flipping her skirt up to reveal her bare ass. “No panties?” he growled approvingly, delivering a sharp slap to her cheek. “Naughty girl.”

Before she could respond, he was inside her, filling her up with one hard thrust. She cried out, her fingers scrabbling for purchase on the polished wood. “Yes, just like that,” she panted. “Harder, please!”

He obliged, pounding into her with deep, savoring strokes. Her walls clenched around him, drawing him in deeper, and she could feel the telltale tightening of her own release. “I’m going to come,” she whimpered. “Make me come on your big, fat cock!”

With a grunt, he reached around to circle her clit, and she shattered, collapsing against the desk as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. He followed soon after, burying himself to the hilt as he emptied himself inside her.

They stood there for a moment, chests heaving, bodies slick with sweat. It was perfect, and in that moment, she knew she would never be able to let him go.

But perfect things always come to an end. As they lay in the rumpled bed, basking in the afterglow, reality came crashing back. This was wrong, so wrong. He was married, and she was engaged. They were selling each other false promises, chasing a fantasy that could never become reality.

“You need to go,” she said quietly, her heart breaking even as she spoke the words. “We can’t do this again.”

He sighed, sitting up and rubbing his face. “You’re right,” he agreed reluctantly. “This…it’s a mistake. We both have our own lives, our own obligations.”

She reached out, cupping his face in her hands and drawing him down for one last, desperate kiss. “I’ll always love you,” she whispered against his lips. “But this is goodbye.”

With a final squeeze of her hand, he dressed and slipped out the door without a backwards glance. She rolled over, buried her face in his pillow, and let the tears come.

It had been a night of passion, of risking everything for a single moment of ecstasy. But in the cold light of morning, the consequences were impossible to ignore. They had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed, and now they both had to pay the price. She knew that the memory of his touch would haunt her forever, a bittersweet reminder of the love she could never have.

And so, with a heavy heart, she resolved to put it behind her, to move on with her life and try to forget the most unforgettable night of her existence. The suspending crystal chandeliers and the glistening blue dress may have been reflected in the room mirror but shimmering eyes were replaced with a bitter reminders as she looked at the messy bed full of broken dreams and shattered promises. She took her engagement ring from the bedside table and put it on her finger this time and finally, defeated, left the room, leaving the memory of another person’s forbidden touch, a life kept in stories to never be told again.