Todos los capítulos de Forbidden Affairs : Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

The first time was a secret. The second time was a decision. By the third, it was a habit.Naomi came back the following week under the pretense of needing guidance on her thesis revisions. She scheduled the meeting late—past office hours, long after the building emptied. She told herself it was for focus. Quiet. Clarity. But the second he opened the door and looked at her like she was the itch beneath his skin he couldn’t stop scratching, she knew they both wanted the same thing. She didn’t sit in the chair across the desk. She stood beside it, waited until he closed the door, and then kissed him before he could speak.He didn’t resist. Not anymore. He kissed her back, rougher this time, like the last thread of morality had snapped and now it was just hunger. He pulled her into his lap, undid his pants with one hand while the other dragged her panties down. She rode him in his office chair, moaning into his neck, his fingers bruising her hips, her skirt bunched around her waist as hi

Talia waited until she heard the front door close. Her husband’s voice had just called out a distracted goodbye from the hallway, followed by the familiar jingle of his keys. He never kissed her before leaving anymore, just a soft pat on the hip if she was close, sometimes not even that. The silence that followed was deafening. It was the kind of quiet that demanded a choice. She stood in the kitchen barefoot, wearing a silk robe over a camisole and panties, her hair still damp from the shower. The lights were dim, and she poured herself another glass of white wine, staring at the front door that had just closed. He wouldn’t be back for hours. His dinner meeting always ran long. She had time.Cameron entered through the back like he always did, using the side gate to avoid the front. She didn’t have to text him anymore. He understood the silence. He knew when to come. The moment his shadow appeared in the doorway, she didn’t move. She just lifted the glass to her lips and took a slow

There was something dangerously beautiful about being wanted in plain sight. Talia had lived her life in well-tailored clothes and carefully crafted smiles, always polished, always predictable. But now, she wore lust like a second skin. It hummed beneath her surface when Cameron entered a room. It buzzed in her veins when his fingers brushed hers while passing a file. It burned down her spine when she caught him watching her lips while she spoke to her husband. Their secret affair had grown bolder, unrestrained, and recklessly hungry. They fucked wherever they could. In the garage. In her bathroom with the water still running. Against the wall outside Richard’s study while he talked numbers with clients on speakerphone. The danger was the aphrodisiac. Every time they nearly got caught, her body responded like it had found a new high.Tonight, the stakes rose even higher.Richard had planned a small dinner party at their home. Three couples. Wine. Soft jazz. Candles. Classy. Comfortabl

Nora adjusted the front of her blouse for the third time that morning, praying the jacket she wore concealed the damp spots she could already feel blooming through the lace of her bra. She cursed under her breath, clutching her tablet tighter as she entered the elevator to the twenty-sixth floor of Halden & Cross Enterprises. Her maternity leave had ended two weeks ago, and she had been determined to come back sharp, efficient, unshakable. But nothing had prepared her for how her body would rebel. Despite weaning her daughter six weeks prior, her breasts still swelled with milk by midday, aching and full, tight in ways that made her squirm in her chair. The nursing pads helped — for a while. But when the pressure built and the heat inside her suit jacket rose, Nora could barely focus on her screen, let alone contribute to strategy meetings. Her heels clicked against the marble tiles as she walked briskly into the main office space, ignoring the stares of two junior analysts she passe

The office wellness room had always been a sterile afterthought — a space designed for brief meditation or the occasional headache retreat. But now, under Roman’s orders, it had transformed into something far more specific, something far more personal. The glass walls were now covered in heavy blinds, the once minimal decor replaced with a plush leather recliner, a small side table with an assortment of oils and towels, and a discreet fridge in the corner, stocked not with water bottles, but with labeled glass jars awaiting their fill.Nora stood in the center of the room, heart pounding, wearing nothing but a silk robe that Roman had left folded on her desk that morning. The fabric kissed her skin as if it were complicit in what was about to happen. Her breasts, full again, throbbed with anticipation. She had only just arrived that morning, but already the ache had returned. It was as if her body had learned to respond to their presence, to their hunger. She was becoming something ne