being treated because of what she looked like. It was really disappointing to see.”
Tami shrugged and finished her wine. “That’s life. One pain in the ass after another. More wine?”
Kali watched as Tami went into the kitchen and poured another glass. Adam put his hand over hers. He smiled, leaned over, and kissed her. She wanted to be in the moment. To be right here with him and not be thinking about anything else. But she couldn’t help it. She felt Sebastian’s hands over her body. His tongue in her mouth, warm and moist. She felt his chiseled muscles underneath her fingertips… and she liked it.
Forcefully pushing the thoughts out of her head, she hoped it would get easier with time. Because she wasn’t sure how much strength she had to resist.
17
The next day, after the chaos of the morning, Kali went out to her yoga class. A trendy studio wasn’t far from her home and the instructor, a woman that could’ve stepped out of a bodybuilding magazine, was kind and gentle.
The class began and Kali got a spot in the back. Her yoga matt still looked brand new. Something that kind of embarrassed her considering how worn out everybody else’s looked. She thought, briefly, about running it over with her car to give it a more used appearance.
The class lasted forty minutes and by the end Kali’s muscles felt like Jell-O. She lay on her matt after class until everyone else had cleared out and then rose, rolled up her matt, and headed out. She spoke briefly with her instructor about any exercises she had for stress, thanked her, and limped out to her car.
Leaning against the driver’s side door, Sebastian wore a tight shirt and jeans. His arms were speckled with paint, as were his jeans. His face was scruffy and he hadn’t shaved since she’d seen him last.
“Sebastian—”
“You can’t tell me this didn’t mean anything. That it was just for fun.”
“Whatever it was, it has to be over.”
He took a step toward her and she grew weak. Suddenly, the thoughts of Adam, of her kids, of her home, of the dinner she had yet to make, of the house she had to clean… all of it faded away. The only thing was him. His face and his eyes and his brawny arms that took her in and held her against his warm body.
“No… don’t.”
He kissed her, ignoring her plea. His hands clawed at her… It was painful and pleasurable at once. She tried to pull away and he spun her around and pinned her against the car.
“Please,” she whispered. “Don’t.”
“Tell me you don’t want it and I’ll stop.”
He bit her neck and she groaned.
She fumbled with her keys until her car door opened. They fell into the backseat and he shut the door behind him, peeling his shirt off as he mounted her. He pulled down her spandex leggings and moved aside her thong. Entering her, she felt a fiery pain, and then pleasure unlike anything she had felt. The waves of desire rolled through her. Each thrust forcing her eyes to roll back into her head, her hair to tingle, her tongue to curl… her throat seemed to have a mind of its own and she heard screaming and realized it was her.
Kali dug her nails into his back and knew she’d drawn blood. He drove into her harder, and she pushed her hips into him. Grinding them against his body. The scents of sweat and sex filled her car until she felt his body flex like a piece of hard leather, taut and strong. She felt him climax inside of her, blistering and wet. He pulled out, panting, sweat dripping from his face. She felt his cum drizzling out of her.
“I love you,” he said.
No. Those weren’t the words she wanted to hear. She pushed away from him and pulled up her leggings. She got out of the car and walked to the rear bumper and sat down. The waves of pleasure were replaced by waves of guilt. She sat on the bumper with her face in her hands when she felt him in front of her. She looked up at his dazzling eyes, the innocent way they took her in.
“You don’t love
Tami shrugged and finished her wine. “That’s life. One pain in the ass after another. More wine?”
Kali watched as Tami went into the kitchen and poured another glass. Adam put his hand over hers. He smiled, leaned over, and kissed her. She wanted to be in the moment. To be right here with him and not be thinking about anything else. But she couldn’t help it. She felt Sebastian’s hands over her body. His tongue in her mouth, warm and moist. She felt his chiseled muscles underneath her fingertips… and she liked it.
Forcefully pushing the thoughts out of her head, she hoped it would get easier with time. Because she wasn’t sure how much strength she had to resist.
17
The next day, after the chaos of the morning, Kali went out to her yoga class. A trendy studio wasn’t far from her home and the instructor, a woman that could’ve stepped out of a bodybuilding magazine, was kind and gentle.
The class began and Kali got a spot in the back. Her yoga matt still looked brand new. Something that kind of embarrassed her considering how worn out everybody else’s looked. She thought, briefly, about running it over with her car to give it a more used appearance.
The class lasted forty minutes and by the end Kali’s muscles felt like Jell-O. She lay on her matt after class until everyone else had cleared out and then rose, rolled up her matt, and headed out. She spoke briefly with her instructor about any exercises she had for stress, thanked her, and limped out to her car.
Leaning against the driver’s side door, Sebastian wore a tight shirt and jeans. His arms were speckled with paint, as were his jeans. His face was scruffy and he hadn’t shaved since she’d seen him last.
“Sebastian—”
“You can’t tell me this didn’t mean anything. That it was just for fun.”
“Whatever it was, it has to be over.”
He took a step toward her and she grew weak. Suddenly, the thoughts of Adam, of her kids, of her home, of the dinner she had yet to make, of the house she had to clean… all of it faded away. The only thing was him. His face and his eyes and his brawny arms that took her in and held her against his warm body.
“No… don’t.”
He kissed her, ignoring her plea. His hands clawed at her… It was painful and pleasurable at once. She tried to pull away and he spun her around and pinned her against the car.
“Please,” she whispered. “Don’t.”
“Tell me you don’t want it and I’ll stop.”
He bit her neck and she groaned.
She fumbled with her keys until her car door opened. They fell into the backseat and he shut the door behind him, peeling his shirt off as he mounted her. He pulled down her spandex leggings and moved aside her thong. Entering her, she felt a fiery pain, and then pleasure unlike anything she had felt. The waves of desire rolled through her. Each thrust forcing her eyes to roll back into her head, her hair to tingle, her tongue to curl… her throat seemed to have a mind of its own and she heard screaming and realized it was her.
Kali dug her nails into his back and knew she’d drawn blood. He drove into her harder, and she pushed her hips into him. Grinding them against his body. The scents of sweat and sex filled her car until she felt his body flex like a piece of hard leather, taut and strong. She felt him climax inside of her, blistering and wet. He pulled out, panting, sweat dripping from his face. She felt his cum drizzling out of her.
“I love you,” he said.
No. Those weren’t the words she wanted to hear. She pushed away from him and pulled up her leggings. She got out of the car and walked to the rear bumper and sat down. The waves of pleasure were replaced by waves of guilt. She sat on the bumper with her face in her hands when she felt him in front of her. She looked up at his dazzling eyes, the innocent way they took her in.
“You don’t love
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