She has a secret. [F26M28][NTR]

"Good morning, Samantha!" chirped Janice, the receptionist, as the elevator doors parted with a gentle ding.

"Morning, Janice," Samantha replied with a smile, her heels clicking on the polished floor as she made her way to her office. Her heart raced slightly as she thought about the secret she'd been harboring from Eric for so long. Two years of keeping her true self hidden behind the facade of a loving, monogamous relationship. Two years of sneaking around, hoping her insatiable desires wouldn't shatter the life they'd built together.

"Hey, Sam, have you seen the new guy from accounting?" Laura, her cube neighbor, poked her head over the partition, her curiosity piqued by the office gossip.

Samantha's eyes followed Laura's gaze to the tall, broad-shouldered figure in a sharp suit, his eyes focused intently on a spreadsheet. "No, I haven't. What's the scoop?" she asked, trying to sound casual, but the sudden flutter in her stomach betrayed her interest.

"Apparently, he's single and just moved here from New York. Word is he's quite the catch," Laura said with a knowing wink. Samantha felt a familiar itch, a hunger that she'd learned to suppress around Eric. But as she took in the newcomer's strong jawline and confident stride, she wondered if her resolve would hold up much longer.

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After a long day of pretending to focus on work, Samantha finally found herself face-to-face with the object of Laura's whispers. His name was Marcus, and his piercing blue eyes sent a shiver down her spine when he glanced up from his computer to greet her.

"Hey, you're the new guy, right?" she began, her voice a tad too bright. "I'm Samantha, I work in the marketing department."

Marcus looked up, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "That's right, I am. Marcus. It's nice to meet you."

"Likewise," she said, her eyes lingering on his for a moment longer than necessary. She felt a thrill at the thought of a fresh conquest, but quickly pushed it aside, reminding herself of Eric and the promise she'd made to be faithful.

"So, how are you finding the office so far?" she asked, leaning against the cubicle wall. Marcus' eyes flicked over her, taking in the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts beneath her blouse. He couldn't help but be drawn to her, and she knew it.

"It's alright, but it's definitely different from the pace of New York," he replied, his gaze lingering on her. "But I'm sure I'll get used to it. And the people are... interesting."

Samantha couldn't help but blush under his scrutiny. "Yeah, we're a pretty tight-knit bunch here. But I'm sure you'll fit in just fine," she said, her voice a little softer than she intended.

Marcus leaned back in his chair, his gaze still on her. "I'm sure I will," he murmured, his voice low and smooth. "There's something about you, Samantha, that just screams 'fun'."

Her cheeks grew hotter, and she couldn't help but laugh nervously. "I do try to keep things lively," she said, her hand playing with a lock of hair that had fallen over her shoulder.

Marcus leaned in, his voice dropping to a murmur that sent a delicious shiver down her spine. "I bet you do," he said, his eyes never leaving hers. "Listen, I'm new in town and don't know anyone. Would you like to grab a drink after work?"

Samantha felt a thrill of excitement mingled with guilt. She knew Eric would be waiting for her at home, expecting dinner and maybe a quiet evening in. But the pull of Marcus's allure was too strong to resist. She swallowed hard. "I'd love to," she heard herself say, her voice a little too eager.

"Great," Marcus said, flashing her a grin that made her knees wobble. "I'll swing by your office at six, and we'll head to that little speakeasy I heard about down the street. It's called The Hidden gem."

"Sounds perfect," Samantha managed to respond, her mind already racing ahead to the evening. She couldn't help but feel a thrill at the prospect of an illicit rendezvous with someone as handsome and mysterious as Marcus. She had to admit, part of her was eager to see if he could satisfy the desires Eric never knew she had.

As the clock ticked closer to six, Samantha found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on her work. She kept glancing up, expecting to see Marcus striding towards her cube at any moment. When he finally did arrive, her stomach flipped, and she couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as she gathered her things.

"Ready to uncover some hidden gems?" Marcus winked at her, and she couldn't help but laugh as they made their way to the elevator. The tension between them was palpable, a silent understanding that the evening would hold more than just a casual drink.

As they exited the office building into the cool evening air, Marcus's hand brushed against hers, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. "So, what's your poison?" he asked, leading her down the street.

"I'm pretty easy to please," Samantha said, her voice low and suggestive. Marcus raised an eyebrow, catching the double meaning. "But I do love a good whiskey sour."

"A woman of taste," Marcus said, his smile growing. "But I was talking about preferences in a... different context." He opened the door to The Hidden Gem, and the dimly lit speakeasy swallowed them whole.

The smell of aged whiskey and the faint scent of cigars filled the air as they made their way to a cozy booth in the back. The low murmur of conversation and jazz music playing from a vintage record player set the mood for their clandestine meeting. Marcus's eyes never left Samantha, drinking in her beauty as she scanned the menu.

"Whiskey sour, it is," he said, placing their order with the waitress. As they waited, he leaned closer, his hand brushing against her thigh. "So, tell me, Samantha, what makes you tick?"

Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his warmth. "Well," she began, her voice a little shaky, "I like to keep things... interesting."

Marcus leaned back, his hand still resting on her thigh. "Interesting, huh? Like what?" His eyes gleamed with mischief.

Samantha took a sip of her drink, trying to play it cool. "Oh, you know, the usual... spontaneous adventures, trying new things." She felt his hand inch higher, his thumb lightly stroking the sensitive skin just beneath her skirt.

Marcus's eyes darkened. "Spontaneous, huh? I can appreciate that. Like, say, a spur-of-the-moment trip to the rooftop?" He suggested, his voice a seductive whisper.

Samantha's eyes widened, but the excitement in her chest was undeniable. "The rooftop?" she echoed, playing along.

"Yeah," Marcus said, his voice a low rumble. "It's got a pretty amazing view of the city. And it's pretty private up there."

Samantha's pulse quickened. The idea of getting intimate with Marcus in such a daring location was incredibly tempting. She licked her lips, her eyes flicking to the exit. "Now?"

Marcus nodded, a predatory smile curving his lips. "Why wait?" He threw some cash on the table, not even bothering to wait for the check. His hand found hers, his grip firm but gentle, as he led her through the dimly lit speakeasy and out into the cool evening.

Her heart pounding, Samantha followed him, the thrill of the forbidden making her legs feel like jelly. They slipped into a deserted stairwell, and he pressed her against the wall, his hand sliding up her thigh to cup her ass. "You're so beautiful, Samantha," he murmured, his breath hot against her neck.

"I know you have a boyfriend," Marcus said.

"Marcus," she breathed, her voice barely audible as she felt his hand sneak under her skirt, his fingers brushing the damp fabric of her panties. "What are we doing?" she gasped, her body betraying her with its eagerness.

"I think you know," he whispered, his lips grazing her ear. "But if you want me to spell it out, I'd be happy to." His hand moved higher, and she couldn't resist the urge to arch into his touch.

"Marcus," she whimpered, her eyes fluttering shut. "We can't."

He chuckled, his breath hot on her neck. "Why not? Tell me you don't want this, and I'll stop," he challenged, his thumb circling her clit through the barrier of her panties.

"I..." she began, her voice trailing off as he applied a little more pressure. She knew she should push him away, tell him she had a boyfriend, that this was wrong. But the truth was, she did want this. Desperately. She wanted to feel desired, to lose herself in passion without the fear of judgment or repercussion.

"You don't have to say it," Marcus murmured, his other hand reaching for her zipper. "Your body's already speaking for you."

Samantha's resolve was crumbling, and she knew it. "But Eric..." she protested weakly.

Marcus leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. "Forget about Eric for just one night," he murmured. "Be selfish, Samantha. Take what you want."

The words echoed in her mind, and she found herself nodding, her body responding to his touch despite her protests. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't fight the urge. She dropped to her knees, her heart racing as Marcus stepped back, giving her the space she needed. His eyes never left hers as she unbuckled his belt, her trembling hands fumbling with his zipper.

"Samantha," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "You don't have to do this." But she did. She needed to feel alive, to feel something other than the mundane routine of her life with Eric.

Her eyes never leaving his, she leaned in and took him in her mouth. The taste of him was new and thrilling, sending a jolt of adrenaline through her body. Marcus's eyes widened in surprise before closing in pleasure, his hand tangling in her hair as she began to move. His grip tightened, guiding her rhythm as she eagerly took him deeper. The sound of their breathing echoed in the stairwell, the only thing louder than the hammering of her own heart.

"Fuck," he groaned, his voice strained. "You're so good at this." It was a simple phrase, but it sent a thrill through her. She was good at this, at bringing a man to his knees with pleasure. It was a power she hadn't felt in a long time, and she reveled in it.

Samantha's hand moved to cup his balls, her other hand stroking him in time with her mouth. Marcus's hips began to buck, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he lost control. "I'm gonna cum," he warned, his voice barely above a whisper.

The words spurred her on, and she took him deeper still, her tongue flicking against the sensitive head of his cock. With a strangled cry, Marcus came, his body shuddering as he filled her mouth. Samantha swallowed, the act feeling almost rebellious, like she was claiming something that belonged only to her.

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When they reached the rooftop, the city lights twinkled like stars, a stark contrast to the dark, shadowed corner where they'd just been. Marcus offered her his hand, helping her to her feet. Samantha felt a rush of cold air against her flushed skin as she straightened her skirt and took a deep breath.

The rooftop was empty, save for a few discarded cigarette butts and the occasional pigeon. "It's beautiful up here," she murmured, leaning against the edge and looking out at the sprawling cityscape.

Marcus stepped behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist. "It is," he agreed, his breath warm on her neck. "But not as beautiful as you."

Samantha couldn't help but lean into his embrace, her body still humming with the aftershocks of what they'd just done. "We shouldn't have done that," she said, the guilt creeping back in.

"Why?" Marcus's voice was gentle, his hands moving to unbutton her blouse. "You enjoyed it." It wasn't a question; it was a statement. And she couldn't deny it.

"But Eric..." she began again, her voice trailing off as his hands found her breasts.

"Is not here," he said, his mouth moving to kiss the sensitive spot just below her ear. "And he doesn't have to know." His words were a siren's call, tempting her to give in completely.

Samantha closed her eyes, letting the cool evening breeze wash over her. "I can't," she whispered, even as she felt herself leaning back against him. But Marcus was insistent, his hands moving deftly, his kisses growing more demanding.

"You can," he murmured, his teeth grazing her earlobe. "You already have."

Her resolve crumbled like sand under the weight of his touch. She turned in his arms, her body pressing against his, her hands roaming over his chest. "Okay," she whispered, her voice a breathless surrender. "Okay."

Marcus's smile was victory incarnate as he kissed her, hard and deep. His hand moved to the zipper of her skirt, pulling it down with a zing that seemed to echo through the quiet night air. The cool metal of the railing bit into her back as he lifted her onto it, his hands moving to her panties, pushing them aside.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, her body aching for him. He stepped closer, aligning their hips, and she felt the hard length of him pressing against her. "Ready?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

"Yes," she gasped, her hands digging into his shoulders. "Now."

Marcus didn't waste another moment. He thrust into her, filling her completely. Samantha's cry was muffled by his mouth, their kisses growing more frantic as he began to move. His hips slammed into hers, each impact sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She clung to him, her legs tight around his waist as he claimed her on the rooftop, the city below them a blur of lights and sounds that barely registered.

"Harder," she begged, her voice a needy whine. "Please, Marcus, harder." He complied, his grip on her hips tightening as he drove into her with a ferocity that had her toes curling in her heels. The rooftop was their playground, their clandestine love nest, and she reveled in the illicit thrill of it all.

"You're so tight, Samantha," he groaned, his breath hot against her neck. "So fucking tight." His words were music to her ears, a symphony of lust that matched the pounding rhythm of their bodies. She arched her back, her breasts pressing against his chest, her nipples hard peaks that begged for attention.

"More," she gasped, her nails digging into his back. "I need more."

Marcus's teeth sank into her neck, his hips pistoning as he gave her everything she asked for. "You're so greedy," he murmured, his voice strained with effort. "So fucking greedy."

"Yes," Samantha panted, her body tightening around him. "Give it to me, all of it." Her nails raked down his back, her hips meeting his every thrust. She was lost in the moment, her mind a haze of pleasure and guilt.

Marcus groaned, his rhythm growing erratic as he approached his climax. "You're going to make me cum, Samantha," he gritted out, his voice strained.

"Yes," she whispered, her own orgasm building. "Do it, Marcus. Cum inside me."

Her words were the final push he needed. With a roar, he came, his body shuddering as he filled her. Samantha's orgasm crashed over her, waves of pleasure washing away the last of her resistance. She clung to him, her body shaking with the intensity of her release.

For a moment, they remained there, their breathing ragged and their hearts pounding. Then, reality began to seep back in, the cold metal of the railing against her back a stark reminder of where they were. Samantha pulled away, her cheeks flaming with more than just passion.

"Marcus, I can't..." she began, her voice shaky. But he was already reaching for her, his eyes dark with desire.

"You can," he murmured, his voice a seductive promise. "And you will." He took her hand and guided it to his pants, his erection already straining against the fabric. "Show me how much you want this."

Samantha hesitated, her eyes flickering with indecision. But the need was too strong, the desire too potent. She sank to her knees again, her heart racing as she took him in her hand. Marcus groaned, his eyes half-lidded as she began to stroke him, her touch firm and sure.

"Samantha," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "You're so fucking amazing." His hand tangled in her hair, guiding her as she took him in her mouth, her lips sliding over his shaft. She could feel his pulse in her mouth, the veins pulsing with each beat of his heart.

"Mmh," she moaned around him, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. His taste was intoxicating, making her want to devour him whole. She took him deeper, her throat tightening around him, and felt his grip in her hair tighten.

"Fuck, Samantha," Marcus breathed, his hand moving to her cheek, thumb stroking her jawline. "You're incredible."

Samantha looked up at him, her eyes watering slightly from the strain, but a wicked smile played on her lips. "You're not so bad yourself," she murmured before taking him back into her mouth. His cock was hot and hard, and she couldn't help but savor the feeling of his length sliding over her tongue. She moaned softly around him, the vibration sending a shiver through his body.

Marcus's grip on her hair tightened as she worked her mouth over his cock, her hand cupping his balls. She could feel him growing even harder, his breathing growing more ragged. "God, you're going to make me cum again," he groaned, his voice a mix of pleasure and disbelief.

Samantha pulled back, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Is that a problem?" she teased, her voice a low purr.

Marcus's eyes darkened, his hand still tangled in her hair. "No," he rasped. "It's not a problem. It's a fucking fantasy." His grip tightened, and he guided her back down, his hips rolling forward to meet her. "But I want more."

Samantha's eyes fluttered closed, her mouth taking him in once again. The way he controlled her, the raw power in his grip, it was like nothing she'd ever felt before. It was exhilarating. She moaned around his cock, her hand moving to her own pussy to play with her clit as she sucked him off.

"Yes, like that," Marcus hissed, his hips thrusting into her mouth. "Take it all, baby." He pulled her hair harder, guiding her movements, setting a pace that had her gagging and loving every second of it. The sound of their combined moans filled the quiet rooftop, a symphony of lust that echoed in the night air.

Samantha's eyes watered as she took him deeper, her throat tightening around his girth. The salty taste of his precum only served to spur her on, her hand moving faster on her clit as she edged closer to another orgasm. She felt a thrill of power, knowing she could bring this powerful man to his knees with nothing but her mouth.

"Look at me," Marcus ordered, his grip in her hair pulling her head back. Samantha's eyes snapped open, meeting his intense gaze as he continued to fuck her mouth. "Take it all," he growled, his voice a low rumble of need. She moaned in response, her eyes never leaving his as she worked to please him.

Her hand slipped down her body, her fingers finding her own slickness. She began to rub her clit in time with his thrusts, the sensation of his cock filling her mouth and her hand working her pussy sending her closer and closer to the edge. "Marcus," she whimpered, her eyes watering.

"That's it," he encouraged, his voice tight with his own building release. "Cum for me, Samantha." His hand tightened in her hair, his hips moving faster as he watched her face contort with pleasure. She moaned, her eyes never leaving his as her orgasm washed over her, her body shaking.

"Samantha," he groaned, his own climax approaching. "I'm going to fill your mouth." She nodded, her eyes glazed with lust, eager for the taste of him. With one last, powerful thrust, Marcus came, his cock spasming in her mouth as he emptied himself into her. She swallowed, her eyes still locked on his as she took every drop.

"Fuck," he breathed, his hand finally releasing her hair. She sat back on her heels, her face flushed, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "You're... incredible," he managed to say, his voice still thick with passion.

Samantha giggled, a little breathlessly. "Thanks," she said, standing up and smoothing out her skirt. "But we should probably get going."

Marcus nodded, tucking his shirt back into his pants. "Yeah, before anyone catches us up here." He gave her a wink, and she felt a thrill of excitement at the thought of their secret tryst.

They made their way back to the speakeasy, their footsteps echoing on the stairs. "Thanks for the drink," Marcus said with a smirk as they parted ways. "And the... entertainment."

Samantha forced a smile, her mind racing with guilt. "Yeah, sure," she mumbled, slipping into the cool night. She hailed a taxi, her legs still shaking from the intensity of the rooftop encounter. As the car pulled away, she couldn't help but glance back at the building, feeling a strange mix of exhilaration and dread.