Forbidden Holiday Escapade

Carter had never expected the holiday party to turn out like this. As he watched his coworkers dancing and drinking, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning around, he saw a petite woman with a mischievous grin on her face.

"Hey there, Carter," she said, leaning in. "I'm Melanie. Want to come with me to the supply closet?"

Carter tried to suppress a smirk. "Is that supposed to be a pick-up line?"

Melanie's grin widened. "Maybe. But it's also a very real invitation."

As they slipped away from the party and into the cramped, dark closet, Carter struggled to push away any thoughts of his wife waiting for him at home. But as Melanie unbuttoned his shirt and pressed her body against his, he couldn't help but give in.

"Fuck," he muttered, feeling her hands trail down to his pants. "This is crazy."

Melanie's lips were on his neck now, and he couldn't help but groan. "Don't think about it," she murmured.

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