Chapter 1

Thirty thousand feet in the air.

My legs were spread wide as I leaned against a hard, muscular chest.

The sensitive area that needed "soothing" was completely exposed.

"Coach, I... I forgot to take the toy out. It hurts~"

A finger clad in a black leather glove slid inside.

"I'll take it out for you now to ease the pain. Do you want that?"

1

My name is Linna.

I was born in a backwater town in the Appalachians where everyone was dirt poor.

But God gave me a gift: a face that could stop traffic and a body built for sin.

My skin was so pale and soft it looked like cream.

I was the kind of woman men couldn't look away from even if they tried.

Since I was a girl, I used my curves and my innocent act to wrap every boy in town around my finger.

After college, I used my "talents" in the bedroom to hook a wealthy heir and get him to put a ring on my finger.

My husband, Caden, was average-looking at best.

But his family owned half the mines in the state, and he spent money like water.

In the beginning, he treated me like a queen.

But that dream life only lasted six months.

Caden started staying out all night.

He'd come home covered in marks that screamed he was seeing other women.

He lost interest in touching me.

Instead, he'd just smoke a cigar and watch with a bored smirk while I used little toys on myself.

I was desperate to win him back.

Recently, he'd become obsessed with extreme sports, spending all his time skydiving or rock climbing.

I tracked down the elite club he frequented.

Based on my fitness level, the club assigned a coach to train me one-on-one.

I walked into the training room and followed the attendant to the back.

Following the instructions, I lay down on the padded table.

Heavy curtains were pulled shut, creating a tiny, private sanctuary.

A young coach walked in, squinting at the membership file in his hand.

I bit my lip awkwardly, my eyes darting around before landing on the man in front of me.

He was breathtaking.

He wore a tight black tank top and tactical cargo pants.

His biceps looked like they were about to burst through his skin.

He had a perfect V-taper, and further down...

He was packing heat.

My eyes went wide, and I swallowed hard.

"Ma'am, take off the dress."

I froze, staring at him blankly.

He looked up and gave me a quick scan.

"I'm your lead coach, Wilder," he explained.

"I need to check your physical condition before I can design a professional routine.

"You don't have a problem with that, do you?"

My face flushed deep red as I slowly began to hike up my hemline.

When I got it halfway up, Wilder leaned down and gripped my waist.

He hauled me up effortlessly.

I was suddenly slammed right against the junction of his thighs.

"The zipper is in the back. You can't reach it properly, so I'll help."

Wilder's voice was a low growl, and his hot breath fanned across my neck.

I barely heard a word he said.

When my face hit him just now, I realized exactly how big he was.

A second later, the cold metal zipper slid down slowly.

The fabric of my dress fell away.

"Ugh..."

I bit my lip, my toes curling in shame.

The cool metal track grazed my spine, sending a shiver through my entire body.

"Don't move."

I went rigid, not daring to breathe.

I glanced back at Wilder.

His eyes were locked onto my legs.

A surge of secret pride washed over me.

"You..."

I frowned in confusion, but before I could finish, the world spun.

I was flipped onto the table, my dress pooled around my waist.

Wilder held up his hands with an innocent smile.

"Don't be nervous, Miss Linna. I'm just going to loosen up your muscles."

"Oh... okay..."

I was tense as a wire.

I watched Wilder pour massage oil into his palms.

Then, his hands clamped down on my thighs, kneading the flesh.

"Your skin is incredibly elastic and soft. You must take very good care of yourself."

I didn't say a word, my face burning.

His powerful palms worked my thighs, sending heat through my veins.

Red marks began to bloom on my pale skin.

I bit my lip hard, terrified I'd make a sound.

Wilder started with my ankles.

Then his hands moved to my calves, then higher to my thighs...

I got tighter and tighter.

To distract myself, I looked away, but my eyes landed on his hands.

From this angle, they were beautiful.

Long fingers, prominent knuckles.

If those hands went just a little higher...