A Patient's Secret Wish

I'm a nurse, and there's this guy I've been seeing for his regular check-ups. He's in his forties, has a wife at home, but he looks at me like no one else does. One day, after my shift was done, we were alone in the office, and out of nowhere, he whispered his secret wish to me. His eyes were full of longing, something I never thought could exist in such a professional setting. We ended up in a corner where it felt safe, just for a moment. He touched my hand first, then moved closer until there was no space between us. I wanted him too much; I should have known better but couldn't stop myself from leaning in and kissing him back. His hands were rough on my skin, pulling me into his embrace with such intensity that it left marks. We started to explore each other's bodies, every inch of flesh covered in sweat and desire. He guided me against the wall, pressing me hard while he entered me from behind. It was raw, desperate, not a whisper of tenderness or care for what this meant outside our little bubble, just us losing ourselves in lust. His thrusts were rough but controlled, my body shook with every hit of his hips to mine. The walls felt cold against my back as I clung onto him tighter, lost in the moment, drowning in pleasure and guilt. This shouldn't have been happening; this wasn't real or sustainable, just a flash of passion that would only ever be our secret.