Chapter 1

"Mmm... slower... My husband is still on the line..."

I was on all fours, arching my back and pushing my hips high just like my husband told me to over the phone.

Behind me, the fitness trainer gripped my waist, his palm stinging as it slapped my rear.

Guided by my husband's voice through the speakers, he let out a low grunt and lunged forward, filling me completely.

1.

My name is Clara, and I have the kind of hourglass figure most women would die for.

Back in college, the guys couldn't keep their eyes off my chest, whispering that I was a "living fantasy."

After I got married, I became the ultimate trophy wife, turning heads every time I walked down the street.

But my husband, Hudson, was all talk and no action.

We hadn't even been married for six months before he started leaving me alone to travel the world for "business."

They say when a woman hits twenty-five, the loneliness starts to bite.

Every night, I'd curl up under the sheets, pressing my legs together, my hand sliding under my silk nightgown.

After the fleeting pleasure, I'd stare at the ceiling with tears of frustration.

It wasn't enough. Not even close.

I craved a real man to pin me down, to hold me by the throat and take me with a primal hunger.

The toys didn't do it for me anymore; the need inside me was screaming to be satisfied.

Everything changed the day I went to my workout session.

The gym had assigned me a new trainer, a college senior named Sutton Miller.

He was six feet tall with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and muscles that looked like they were carved from granite.

When I walked in, he was lifting heavy, his veins popping as he showed off his raw power.

The room was thick with the scent of male hormones, and the fire I had tried so hard to suppress was suddenly roaring.

I wanted to climb him right then and there.

My eyes involuntarily drifted to the heavy bulge between his legs.

It was staggering.

I couldn't help but wonder if a man that big would actually break me.

"You're here for the session? Come in. Your usual trainer is on leave, so I'm subbing. I'm Sutton."

His voice snapped me out of my trance.

I lowered my head, my face flushing deep crimson as I tried to hide my dirty thoughts.

"Oh, okay."

"Let's get started. Sit on the yoga ball first for some warm-up movements."

Sutton rolled the ball over, and I sat down, but my balance was off.

I wobbled, losing my footing, and slammed right into his hard, solid chest.

The scent of him wrapped around me instantly.

It had been so long since I'd felt a man's heat, and every cell in my body began to throb.

"Careful now."

Sutton reached out to steady me, his large hands clamping onto my narrow waist.

As I shifted, his thumbs brushed against the underside of my breasts, sending a jolt of electricity through me.

I felt like I was completely at his mercy, ready to melt into a puddle at his feet.

"Alright, next move. Use your core strength and lie face down on the ball."

Sutton was acting professional, seemingly unaware that his touch had turned my skin hot and my breath shallow.

I shook my head, trying to clear the fog, and positioned myself as he instructed.

"Good, stay like that. Keep it tight. Don't let your hips pop up!"

He stood over me, watching my form, before his voice suddenly turned sharp.

*Smack!*

He actually slapped my rear with a loud crack.

The desire I had been fighting exploded. My legs clamped shut instinctively as a wave of warmth soaked my underwear.

I was already wet.