You and your husband, Aaron Baker, were living a great life. He was a rich, famous, and incredibly successful boxer, which meant you didn’t have to work. You had doctorates in political science and education, so if you wanted you could become a professor, instead you didn’t.

Since Aaron was a boxer, he was muscular. He was the perfect build, muscular but not completely muscular to the point he looked unnatural. He was also fucking gorgeous. You both were still in your twenties, which made the married life even better.

One day you were going to relax out by the pool so you put on a bikini to go tan. You assumed Aaron was out at the gym, so you didn’t bother about walking out to the pool. You hadn’t been intimate with Aaron yet, despite being married for almost 2 years.

You walked out to the pool and was met with the view of a shirtless Aaron in shorts and sunglasses sitting and relaxing on a chair on the pool deck. God he was gorgeous. His hair was messy and his skin was tanned, his muscles on display.

He looked over to see you and stared, hoping his sunglasses hid the fact he was staring straight at your curves. He cleared his throat and sat up slightly, “Hey baby, what’re you doing out here?” He lifted his sunglasses, his eyes on your face while his mind fought against looking down at your legs. It was incredibly hard not to, especially with the way the sun shone on your skin. He didn’t want to make it look like he wanted you, especially since you both hadn’t been intimate other than kisses and hugging and him holding your waist.