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out. She started to slide to the floor.
But he caught her and they collapsed backward, his cock still inside her.
“I'll never look at a yoga mat the same way again,” he said.
His skin was wonderfully sweaty from their exertion. She lay on top of him, head pillowed against his chest. Her hair had to be scattered in every direction as she stared up at the ceiling, still breathing deep. Her body continued to tingle.
“That...was...amazing.”
He grunted in what she hoped was agreement.
“I almost passed out.”
“I'm glad you hung in there. You would have missed the good part.”
“This is pretty good.” She gave a little shimmy, loving the way their bodies fit against each other. Snuggling was not something she allowed herself to do, but with Hunter it felt so natural. She felt whole for the first time in over thirty years. To cover up the deep emotion swamping her like a rough sea, she said “can we do that again?”
His cock twitched and she giggled.
“I take that as a yes.”
“Absolutely. I'm gonna need a nap first though.”
“A nap? You? Mr. Tall, Dark and Ridiculously Buff? Since when do you nap?”
“Mr. Tall Dark and Ridiculously Buff?” he countered, amusement coloring his voice.
“Well you know. I don't like to repeat what the other ladies say...unless it's true.”
There was a long companionable silence, his ribcage rising and falling beneath her back. She stared up at the ceiling amazed at how her body still hummed with pleasure.
“Avery?”
His voice startled her. She blinked, glancing around the room at annoyed and curious immortals. Hunter’s brows were lifted in question. How long had she been daydreaming? Had it all been a daydream?
She apologized profusely and led the class into the next yoga position.
She licked her lips and glanced at Hunter. He wasn’t cool exactly, but there was something different about the man. Two days ago he’d been friendly, funny, charming, but nothing more. Yes, he’d swept her up into his arms and there’d been nothing platonic about her feelings. But he hadn’t tried to take it any further.
Of course, compared to his dream self, he was acting like a saint. She shouldn’t compare the real life man with the naughty devil who met her in her dreams.
Darnit, Avery. Stay focused. Mind on the class.
Once again she wondered if he had finally given up on a relationship with her? Or was this new nonchalant side a change of tactic? Was he playing hard to get, hoping to stoke her interest?
Stop thinking about him. Stop looking at him. Was he smirking? She ought to whip out one of her toughest poses just to wipe that--
No. It was just a daydream. No matter how real it had seemed. Rather than get stuck in a downward spiral of questions about his motives, she moved on. Successfully this time.
Focusing on the other students for the remainder of the class helped a lot. But as soon as the class ended she was acutely aware of him again, could feel his eyes on her as she pulled her hair back in a fresh pony tail.
Her practical side, the part she promised herself was her dominant half, knew that sex was about more than romance. It was useful for exercise. Procreation, of course. But release and well-being too. There was no logical reason not to find that release with a man as handsome and talented as Hunter Ciolek.
And she knew for a fact that the real thing far outdid the imaginary Hunter Ciolek.
But one look at him had her practical side shutting down. That was dangerous. Rather than seeing a sex partner, she saw a man. A man with a history, emotions, family, friends, and feelings. A man who made her laugh and brought her drinks. A man who was good to his family and friends.
She took a long sip of water so she'd be forced to look away from him. With a towel draped around his neck the man looked too yummy for his own good. Hers too.
To compound the problem, she hadn’t been the least bit interested in any of the handsome men she’d come across
But he caught her and they collapsed backward, his cock still inside her.
“I'll never look at a yoga mat the same way again,” he said.
His skin was wonderfully sweaty from their exertion. She lay on top of him, head pillowed against his chest. Her hair had to be scattered in every direction as she stared up at the ceiling, still breathing deep. Her body continued to tingle.
“That...was...amazing.”
He grunted in what she hoped was agreement.
“I almost passed out.”
“I'm glad you hung in there. You would have missed the good part.”
“This is pretty good.” She gave a little shimmy, loving the way their bodies fit against each other. Snuggling was not something she allowed herself to do, but with Hunter it felt so natural. She felt whole for the first time in over thirty years. To cover up the deep emotion swamping her like a rough sea, she said “can we do that again?”
His cock twitched and she giggled.
“I take that as a yes.”
“Absolutely. I'm gonna need a nap first though.”
“A nap? You? Mr. Tall, Dark and Ridiculously Buff? Since when do you nap?”
“Mr. Tall Dark and Ridiculously Buff?” he countered, amusement coloring his voice.
“Well you know. I don't like to repeat what the other ladies say...unless it's true.”
There was a long companionable silence, his ribcage rising and falling beneath her back. She stared up at the ceiling amazed at how her body still hummed with pleasure.
“Avery?”
His voice startled her. She blinked, glancing around the room at annoyed and curious immortals. Hunter’s brows were lifted in question. How long had she been daydreaming? Had it all been a daydream?
She apologized profusely and led the class into the next yoga position.
She licked her lips and glanced at Hunter. He wasn’t cool exactly, but there was something different about the man. Two days ago he’d been friendly, funny, charming, but nothing more. Yes, he’d swept her up into his arms and there’d been nothing platonic about her feelings. But he hadn’t tried to take it any further.
Of course, compared to his dream self, he was acting like a saint. She shouldn’t compare the real life man with the naughty devil who met her in her dreams.
Darnit, Avery. Stay focused. Mind on the class.
Once again she wondered if he had finally given up on a relationship with her? Or was this new nonchalant side a change of tactic? Was he playing hard to get, hoping to stoke her interest?
Stop thinking about him. Stop looking at him. Was he smirking? She ought to whip out one of her toughest poses just to wipe that--
No. It was just a daydream. No matter how real it had seemed. Rather than get stuck in a downward spiral of questions about his motives, she moved on. Successfully this time.
Focusing on the other students for the remainder of the class helped a lot. But as soon as the class ended she was acutely aware of him again, could feel his eyes on her as she pulled her hair back in a fresh pony tail.
Her practical side, the part she promised herself was her dominant half, knew that sex was about more than romance. It was useful for exercise. Procreation, of course. But release and well-being too. There was no logical reason not to find that release with a man as handsome and talented as Hunter Ciolek.
And she knew for a fact that the real thing far outdid the imaginary Hunter Ciolek.
But one look at him had her practical side shutting down. That was dangerous. Rather than seeing a sex partner, she saw a man. A man with a history, emotions, family, friends, and feelings. A man who made her laugh and brought her drinks. A man who was good to his family and friends.
She took a long sip of water so she'd be forced to look away from him. With a towel draped around his neck the man looked too yummy for his own good. Hers too.
To compound the problem, she hadn’t been the least bit interested in any of the handsome men she’d come across
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