Chapter 1

“Honey, the car broke down. If you have time today, could you take it to a repair shop?”

I received the text from my husband, Jeffery Miller, while I was doing chores around the house.

“Okay, honey, but I might be home a little later,” I replied.

Grabbing the car keys, I headed to the nearest auto repair shop.

“Hello? Is anyone here?” I called out as I walked in.

“My car’s engine seems to have an issue. It needs to be checked and repaired.”

There was no response.

The heat was stifling, and I was growing impatient. I muttered under my breath, “What kind of repair shop doesn’t have anyone around?”

“Who says there’s no one here? I’m right in front of you.”

I was about to leave when a deep, strong voice startled me from behind.

I turned around but didn’t see anyone.

“Over here.”

I finally spotted a rugged man, covered in grease, crawling out from under a wrecked car.

I blushed instantly, not because of how dirty he was, but because he exuded a raw, masculine energy that was hard to ignore.

He was wearing only a tight white tank top, probably to stay cool while working, which made his muscular build even more pronounced.

Sweat dripped down his tanned skin, soaking into his shirt and highlighting the firm contours of his chest. The sight was undeniably captivating.

He twisted open a bottle of water and drank deeply, his Adam’s apple moving up and down with each gulp.

Further down, his gray shorts, though stained with oil, couldn’t hide his powerful legs and the impressive bulge in the front. He looked like he could easily put my husband, Jeffery, to shame in the bedroom.

Maybe it was the oppressive heat, or the fact that Jeffery hadn’t satisfied me in ages, but standing there in front of this rugged mechanic, I felt a rush of warmth spread through me.

I squeezed my legs together as a tingling sensation washed over me, blushing as I tried to regain my composure.

“Miss Garcia, the engine’s radiator has an issue. I’ll run a diagnostic first.”

“Oh, okay,” I stammered.

As he turned away and bent down to grab his tools, his firm, round ass was on full display, tempting me to reach out and touch it.

I pinched my thigh hard to snap myself out of it. Adria Garcia, remember, you’re a married woman!

Since marrying Jeffery, I had become a full-time housewife, living a life many envied as a wealthy spouse.

But what no one knew was that even a rich wife has her own private struggles—like Jeffery’s inability to perform in the bedroom.

Countless nights without him left me relying on toys or self-pleasure to satisfy my needs.

They say women in their thirties have a high libido, and at thirty, I was definitely feeling the effects.