Forbidden Flames

**Chapter 1: The Invitation**

The buzz of my phone on the desk snapped me out of the monotony of spreadsheets and quarterly reports. I glanced around the sterile office, ensuring no prying eyes lingered, before swiping open the message. It was Holly. My pulse quickened. Her name alone was enough to set my skin on fire.

*‘Husband’s at work. House is empty. Get your ass over here and fuck me senseless. Now.’*

I smirked, my fingers dancing over the keyboard. *‘Damn, Holly, you don’t waste time. What if I’m busy?’*

Her reply was instant. *‘Busy fantasizing about my tits? Don’t play coy, Jace. I’m dripping for you. Move.’*

I adjusted myself under the desk, already hard at the thought of her. Holly wasn’t just a co-worker; she was a fucking wildfire. Dark hair cascading over her shoulders, piercing green eyes that could strip you bare with a glance, and a body—God, that body. Big, perfect tits that begged to be touched, and a bubble butt that could stop traffic. She was a force, a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and took it without apology. And right now, she wanted me.

I shot back, *‘On my way, boss. Better be ready to scream.’*

*‘Oh, I’ll scream. But you’ll be begging first.’*

I chuckled, low and dark, as I grabbed my jacket and made some bullshit excuse about an early lunch to my team. The drive to her place was a blur, my mind racing with images of her sprawled out, wet and waiting. By the time I pulled into her driveway, I was practically vibrating with need.

She opened the door before I could knock, wearing nothing but a sheer black robe that did fuck-all to hide her curves. Her green eyes glinted with mischief as she leaned against the frame, one hip cocked. ‘Took you long enough,’ she purred, her voice a velvet blade. ‘Thought I’d have to start without you.’

‘And miss out on this?’ I stepped in, kicking the door shut behind me as I grabbed her waist, pulling her against me. My cock pressed into her through my jeans, and she grinned, wicked and unyielding. ‘Not a fucking chance.’

‘Good boy,’ she teased, her nails raking down my chest as she backed me toward the living room. ‘Now strip. I’m not in the mood for foreplay.’

‘Bossy as hell,’ I shot back, yanking my shirt over my head. ‘What if I wanna take my time? Savor that sweet pussy of yours?’

Holly laughed, sharp and cutting, as she shed her robe, revealing every inch of her glorious body. ‘Savor it later. Right now, I need you hard and deep. Think you can handle that, or do I need to find someone else?’

‘Fuck that,’ I growled, shoving my jeans down as I closed the distance between us. I grabbed her ass, lifting her effortlessly as she wrapped her legs around me. Her heat pressed against me, already dripping, and I nearly lost it right there. ‘No one else gets this. You’re mine to wreck.’

‘Prove it,’ she challenged, her lips crashing into mine, all teeth and hunger. We stumbled to the couch, a tangle of limbs and raw need, her nails digging into my shoulders as I positioned myself between her thighs. The air was thick with the scent of her arousal, and I was sweating already, panting with the effort of holding back.

‘Goddamn, Holly, you’re so fucking wet,’ I muttered, sliding against her, teasing just enough to make her hiss.

‘Stop talking and fuck me,’ she snapped, her eyes blazing as she gripped my cock, guiding me in with a ferocity that made me groan. ‘I’m horny as hell, Jace. Don’t make me wait.’

I thrust into her, hard and unrelenting, and her head fell back with a moan that could’ve shattered glass. We moved together like a storm, all heat and friction, her pussy clenching around me as I drove deeper, faster. Her tits bounced with every thrust, and I couldn’t resist leaning down to take one in my mouth, sucking hard as she cursed under her breath.

‘That’s it,’ she gasped, her voice raw. ‘Fuck me like you mean it. Don’t you dare hold back.’

I grinned against her skin, my hips slamming into hers with a rhythm that had us both sweating, both panting. ‘Trust me, babe, I’m just getting started.’

And then, just as the heat was about to explode, the sound of a small voice froze us mid-thrust. ‘Mommy, what are you doing?’

Holly’s eyes snapped open, but there was no panic there—only a wicked, dangerous glint. She didn’t pull away, didn’t even flinch. Instead, she tightened around me, a silent command to keep going, as she turned her head toward the doorway. I couldn’t see who was there, but I knew we were on the edge of something even more forbidden, something that would push us both past the point of no return.