Chapter 1

After three rounds of drinks, my swim coach carried me into the restroom.

While I was still dizzy from the alcohol, he turned slightly and stripped off his shirt.

Looking at his deeply chiseled abs, a wave of raw desire ignited inside me.

I reached out instinctively, but froze my hand in mid-air, suddenly self-conscious.

To my surprise, he leaned in with a wicked smirk:

"Want to touch it?"

Before I could think, he grabbed me forcefully...

1

My name is Stacey, and I am twenty-eight years old.

I had a voluptuous figure with fair skin and full curves.

My only insecurity was a tiny bit of belly fat, so I casually mentioned wanting to lose weight.

Without hesitation, my husband Warren immediately signed me up for private swimming lessons.

He waved his hand and transferred five thousand dollars right away.

Thrilled, I planted a passionate kiss on his lips, but he pushed me away instantly.

"Go to sleep!" he snapped, terrified I might ask him for intimacy.

My excitement crashed into deep sorrow.

He had neglected me in bed so many times before.

I spent that entire night tossing and turning in misery.

I moaned softly beside him, trying to tempt him, but he curled tightly under the blanket, looking utterly terrified.

With a heavy sigh, I pulled on a silk robe and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

As the warm water cascaded down my neck and body, I realized how long it had been since I was truly loved.

I did not fall asleep until late and woke up around noon the next day.

After doing my makeup and grabbing a quick bagel, I took an Uber to the aquatic center.

Waiting for me at the entrance was my coach, Derek.

Compared to my husband, Derek was on an entirely different level.

He stood at a towering six-foot-one, looking like an elite athlete straight out of a sports magazine.

His physique was immaculate, boasting sun-kissed skin, broad shoulders, a tapered waist, and razor-sharp abs.

With his chiseled jawline and bulging muscles stretching his clothes tight, he looked just like Superman.

Derek was the absolute definition of masculine perfection.

He greeted me with a warm smile and led me inside.

"Change into this first," Derek said, tossing me a swimsuit before pointing to the locker room.

I could not tell if he grabbed the wrong size or if he was teasing me on purpose.

The suit was clearly too small.

With my busty curves, there was barely any room to breathe.

"It is very stretchy," Derek called from outside, as if reading my mind.

"Once you squeeze in, you will be able to move freely."

After changing, I examined myself in the full-length mirror.

The skin-tight fabric hugged every single curve of my body.

Aside from the slight soft curve on my belly, the rest of my reflection looked jaw-droppingly seductive.

My chest was practically spilling over, full and dangerously soft.

Nervously, I pushed the door open, only to find Derek already waiting.

He had taken off his shirt, revealing thick, powerful arms that looked strong enough to lift a truck.

He wore only tight black swim trunks, and the heavy bulge between his thighs made me swallow hard.

"Come here," he beckoned.

I walked over to the edge of the pool.

Derek pressed himself right behind me, guiding my arms to show me how to apply force.

I could not focus on his words at all.

His heavy, hot breath grazed the back of my neck like a wildfire, teasing my senses relentlessly.

"Got it? Let us try a dive first," Derek whispered encouragingly, promising he was right behind me.

My mind had completely shut down, so I simply sprang forward when he told me to jump.

As I pushed off, my rear accidentally bumped against something solid behind me.

I heard Derek let out a muffled groan.

Startled by that rock-hard warmth, I lost my balance and crashed clumsily into the pool.

"Help! Help me!" I sputtered, swallowing several mouthfuls of water in panic.

Without a second thought, Derek plunged in after me.

Under the water, sheer terror took over, and I grabbed whatever my hands could find.

Suddenly, my fingers clamped onto a thick, rigid rod, holding it like a lifeline.

Derek gasped in pain, groaning underwater.

In the chaos, his large hands scrambled wildly all over my soaked body.