She had rules, rules that she needed to stick by. Not only to keep her sanity, but to stop her from falling for a taken man. A man who would never truly be hers. 

Her want of him exceeded the need to stay away, no matter how hard she tried. He made her feel wanted, feel needed, feel desired. He made her feel so incredibly sexy. Her every nerve ending is aching to be touched by him, to be pleasured by him. 

She knew deep down inside her soul that he felt the same way. His heart pounds loudly against his chest each time she messaged him. His fingers were desperate to touch her, to run all over her skin. She made him want to delve deeper. To go further. To ensure that the fiery passion between them grows.

When he is involved, a simple touch ignites a surge of excitement and passion in her. It flowed even in an innocent conversation. It is always there, lurking. Ready to build, Ready to explode. Fate brought these two strangers together to share their inner desires. He, a shy but sensual man. She, a vixen, is open with her sexual needs and desires. She had an innocence about her that drew him in.

They both regret what they did together. But each meeting only bred more want. More desire. Both are seduced into something they did not understand, or perhaps did not want to. They just wanted to please each other. To give each other the intoxicating feeling they only experienced together.

Even when they should not have thought about each other, the thought appeared at random in their everyday lives. A twinge of need followed them. They could not help it. It had rooted deep within their minds. They just wanted each other. Needed each other. Like an addiction. Joyous and exhilarating. Dark and dangerous.

The edge of danger made it more infectious. They knew they should not feel this way. It was dangerous to those around them. Though she was free to do what she desired, he was not. And yet, the one thing she was not free to do was ‌stay away. She had tried. She could not. No matter what she knew, what she felt, or what she wanted, she could not. He felt the same, but even more intensely. He intended none of it. But still he returned again.

They still hung on each other's last words. Flirting as soon as they ran into one another. Which inevitably quickly turned into one of them pulling the other onto a bed, or onto a couch, or even right there down on the floor. It always happened so fast, they could never comprehend how or why. They just knew they could not stop. Even something as innocent as coffee suddenly turned into rough, passionate sex in the darkness of an alley.

Nothing could stop their connection. Did they want it to? That was one question that needed answering. And would it even be the same if circumstances changed? Would it be better or would it be less somehow? If less, what did that say about both of them? If more, the same question lurked. Were they just waiting /hoping for that moment to happen? Would they take it further? Would they be brave enough to?

So many unanswered questions. Questions they perhaps did not want the answers to. Maybe they just wanted to stay in the unknown. To enjoy the connection, the romance, the sex. She knew she would for him. But would he for her? And if they did, would they drive each other crazy, or would they have filled a missing piece of the other? Could it possibly be a beautiful combination of both? Both of them could be very stubborn, but both could find compromises given time and patience.

How would their story end? Messy and heartbreaking or happy and sexy. The possibilities were both somber and yet exciting. The potential is incredible, swirling within the craziness of human behavior and desire. The risk seemed worth the treasure each time they met. She was happy she had broken her rules for him. So was he, even when it pained him for other reasons than he could never admit to her.

He still was not free. He should not do this. But would that eventually change the way he felt? Would he still want her? Need her? Desire her? It was becoming clear that those feelings were not changing. They kept meeting. The meeting had a soothing effect on other aches, balanced by the aches they caused.

His heart felt torn between the love of another and the irresistible pull of her. The pull caused guilt and regret. Regret at not being the man he wanted to be. He lived between regret and excitement before and after each encounter. The question was, could he tear himself away from her? Would he want to? After all, she broke her rules for him.