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When she pulled away, Lyla opened her eyes with a glazed look in them."I'm sorry, I-" Cassie apologized, but she was cut off by Lyla leaning in to kiss her again, this time longer with a burning passion.Cassie was left breathless, her head spinning. She looked at Lyla in confusion. "Why did you do that?"Lyla hesitated. "I'm not sure, but I want to do it again."Cassie couldn't hide her excitement and Lyla mirrored it as they both leaned in for another kiss. This time, they held each other so close that their fronts were pressed up against one another.Cassie took a few steps forward until Lyla's back hit a tree in the dark, secluded forest. Then, she nugget her feet apart by sliding her leg in between Lyla's.Lyla let out a gasp as their bodies fit together perfectly. Cassie paused for a moment, but Lyla urged her to go on. "It's okay," she whispered. "I like it. I want more."Cassie, hiding her smile, lifted Cassie's leg up until it was hooked around her waist. She let her hips push. Professionally she was fair and even-handed, and she'd mentored me and helped boost my career in unimaginable ways. But personally she was even better. Not only did I trust her completely, but after we'd struck that big deal recently, we spent the evening celebrating our success by sharing an unbridled night of passionate lovemaking.The sex had been incredible; it was something I'd never imagined we'd do. I'd lusted after her for years, but I didn't realize she felt even close to the same for me. When the moment arrived that we forgot our inhibitions, the result was an unabashed, sensual feast – we let years of longing and fantasy explode out of us. It was a night I would never forget.In the time since, though, we'd never brought it up. We didn't flirt or acknowledge that that passion had ever existed between us. We both just went back to work and carried on as before. Business as usual, so to speak. At times this could be torturous, but I knew it was for the best. She was married.
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