Sexual Encounter

I’m not supposed to want Natalie Valero, not the way my body does, in every consumable way possible. But from the moment I laid eyes on her, I craved her like never before. As I sit across the table from her, listening to all the disrespectful things her husband—my client—is saying to her, I can’t help wanting to protect her. It makes me want to wipe her tears away. To show her how a real man speaks. The only way I’d ever make her cry is begging me for more. But it’ll never happen. Natalie is of