Ryan's POV
She'd said it would be just once.
One night in Chicago to get it out of her system, scratch an old itch, then back to her boring husband and her boring suburban life with her boring f*****g marriage that was slowly killing everything vibrant about her.
But I'd known better.
I'd spent four years with Natalie Chen in college—four years learning every inch of her body, every secret desire, every fantasy she'd been too shy to voice until I'd coaxed it out of her. I knew what she needed. Knew what made her scream and beg and completely lose herself in pleasure.
And I knew with absolute certainty that her husband wasn't giving it to her.
The way she'd fallen apart under my hands in that Chicago hotel room had confirmed everything. The way she'd cried when I'd made her c*m. The w
