She hopped up and grabbed his hand. "Let's dance!" She smiles at him. "I don't dance to this kind of music." He shakes his head and she pouts. "Please, you're the one that said I should have fun tonight."

"Fine." She pulls him out to the dance floor, and she wraps her arms around his neck and moves her body against his, ignoring the best of the music at first.

Shit

She turns around and he wraps his arms around her, as she rubs her body against his. He notices men looking at her with lust in their eyes and he's not liking it one bit. He turns her around "Let's go." He says.

"No, just a little longer." She smirks at him, and wraps her arms around his neck once again. She whispers in his ear. "This is fun." He shivers from her breath.

"You shouldn't be rubbing against me like that." He leaned down to her ear.

"I can find someone else." She says back with a sly grin.

"The hell you will!" He grabs the back of her head and his lips crash down on hers. She relaxes and puts her arms around him. She's full of passion, and he can't fight it. Not tonight. "Come on." They stumbled out of the club and to her car.

He pulls her into him and resumes kissing her. His hands this time going everywhere. He pulls open the car door and he sits, pulling her with him. Their kiss never breaking.

She straddles him and his hands run up her thighs. He gasps when she starts to rock her hips and grind against him. She reaches down and starts undoing his pants, and he helps while she pushes up and he pushes his pants down. He's free against her, and he can feel her moisture against him. Their lips working hard to keep up with their passion. He moves her panties aside and she slides him inside of her.

"Holy fuck!" He moans. His hands cupping her ass as he guides her back and forth. She throws her head back and his lips are on her neck. Her moans driving his lust. "Christ!" He says as she picks up her pace.

"Oh, God!" She cries out as her orgasm starts. His jaw drops and he watches her come. It's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. Her eyes closed and her head rolls back.

He explodes inside her, and he's never felt so good in his life. She bites her lip as she watched him with a look of shock on his face.

His head lays back, and he closes his eyes when she collapses on top of him. He kisses her head and they try to catch their breath.

"That escalated quickly." She says, and he laughs. She lifts herself up so he can pull his pants up before she opens the door.

She's devastated, but she doesn't want him to know. She knows him going back to the old Henry will break her heart, and she isn't ready.

"We should... umm, probably call an Uber." She suggests, then pulls up the app on her phone.

She opens the door and steps out, and Henry sits there in shock. He just fucked his wife. He didn't make love to her, he fucked her. He throws his head back on the headrest and curses himself. He shouldn't have let that happen. Especially without a condom.

He runs his hands through his hair in frustration. He had no problem getting hard for her, so he's worried. Very worried.

He steps out of the car and wraps his arms around her. She was just standing there biting her lip looking just as worried as him.

"I'm sorry." She said with her face in his chest.

"Why are you sorry?" He clasped her face in his hands and looked into his favorite eyes.

"I know you didn't want that with me, and now I've just screwed up everything." He wipes the tear from her eye.

"Are you kidding? I've wanted that since the day we said I do, but I was too chicken to admit it. You're the most beautiful and brilliant woman I've ever known. I'm the one that should be sorry. I'm not a good man, Blake. You deserve better than a fuck in your car, and you definitely deserve it with a better man. I'm not capable... I'm not capable of a relationship." He looks at her with guilt.

She understands. "I know, I've overheard you say that before, so don't feel guilty. Can we just try to forget it happened?"

He shook his head. "No, I'll never forget being inside you. I've never felt anything as good. I want to get you home and hold you, Okay? Maybe I can do something right."

She nods and gives him a small smile just as their Uber pulls up.

He did as he said and slept in her bed that night.

She finished what she needed to be done, and they went back to London with Justine still planning to come in a few weeks.

It's been awkward since that night. Henry is still kind, but distanced. She pours herself into getting her licensing and starting her own practice. Henry even went with her to look at real estate. Since her inheritance went through, she went ahead and purchased space only a block from the hospital. She got her credentials to practice at that hospital also, then hired a contractor to bring her new office to life.

Henry is amazed at her energy and determination. He went back to work only days after returning from Boston. Weeks go by, and he works later and later in the evenings. Their marriage is almost nonexistent, and she spends a lot of time home alone.

She finally got together with Paul's friend Cindy that she met at the wedding celebration. Henry assigned a driver to his wife out of fear that she's not accustomed to driving on the left side and for protection. He still worries for her safety in London.

"I'm so glad you called. Are you ready to see London?" Cindy is very high energy and fun woman, so a friendship easily blossomed.

She took her to all the local landmarks. It's getting cold outside, but it didn't seem to phase either of them as they spent the day playing tourists.

They ended up at the pub, then home. She walked in and was met with an angry Henry. "Where have you been?"

"Out with Cindy, why?" She is surprised by his anger.

"You didn't take your driver, and I've been trying to call your phone."

"Sorry, did something happen?" She asks, and he ran his fingers through his hair.

"Well, let's see, I come home and my wife is nowhere to be found, then the doorbell rings. Do you know who was on the other side?" He asks.

"No, is this a riddle or something?"

"Ryan!"