Sabrina Cole had everything money could buy—an expensive home in the suburbs, designer clothes, a luxury SUV, and a husband who provided all of it.
Except attention.
Affection.
Touch.
At 41, Sabrina had kept her curves tight, her skin smooth, and her sex drive high. But her marriage? Cold. Routine. Loveless. Her husband worked late and came home smelling like someone else's perfume. And worst of all—he hadn't made her cum in almost a year.
So she played the perfect housewife. Baked cookies. Hosted book clubs. Wore yoga pants and tight tops while watering the lawn, always "accidentally" bending over when someone walked by. She knew the younger men in the neighborhood noticed. Hell, she wanted them to.
Especially Tyler.
He used to mow her lawn when he was a 18. Shy, sweet, barely able to look her in the eye without blushing. But that was three summers ago.
Now he was 22.
And when he came back from college for the summer…
He wasn't a boy anymore.
He was six feet of lean, hard muscle, golden skin, messy brown hair, and eyes that didn't just look at her—they devoured her.
And Sabrina?
She was going to let him.
No.
She was going to make him break her.
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