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pose. Ari stared at his physique, trying to decide if he was more gorgeous in his designer suits or stripped down to shorts like he was now. She decided it really was a shame he had to wear clothes most of the time.
    “See how I have my arms?”
    Arms. Sweet mercy, look at his arms. Ari broke out into a sweat as she and blinked.
    “Ari, are you paying attention?” Ryder raised an eyebrow in her direction. “I can help you get into position if you need me to.”
    “No. I’ve got it.” Ari quickly scrambled into the pose, not wanting anymore physical contact than was needed between them. She exhaled, realizing how ridiculous that notion was when for the next six months she had all but volunteered to be his sex slave.
    “Nice. You’re a natural.”
    Ari smiled, pleased by his compliment despite how exasperated she was by his unannounced early morning wake-up. She felt awkward in her stance but as seconds ticked by, Ari found herself focusing less on her discomfort and more on her posture. Balancing and breathing took more effort than she’d expected.
    “Switch legs.”
    Ari did as instructed, casting a quick glance at Ryder. She was impressed by his agility. He made yoga look easy —and sexy.
    “All right, the last pose I’m going to show you is probably the most familiar one when one thinks of yoga.”
    “Is it this?” Ari lifted one leg, placed the sole of her right foot inside her left thigh and brought her hands up into a prayer position. She struggled not to fall as Ryder stepped in front of her.
    “Yes. Do you know what this position is called?”
    Ari shook her head, wanting to put her foot back down.
    “It’s called the tree pose.” Ryder’s handsome face was alight with amusement. “Now let’s see how long you can hold it.”
    Ari concentrated with all of her might then wobbled. She looked up at Ryder when he reached out to steady her. “How long was that?”
    “Not long enough. Try again.”
    Ari huffed but got back into the pose. She locked eyes with Ryder as she held it, willing herself not to fall before he said something. Her muscles burned and her heart pounded, and Ari wasn’t sure if that was because of what she was doing or the intensity of his gaze. A bead of sweat slid between her breasts as her thigh muscles began to quiver.
    “Excellent.” Ryder went back over to his mat. “Switch sides.”
    Ari reversed her pose and closed her eyes. She found her balance easier this time around. After a moment of holding the position, Ari attempted to tune out her screaming muscles. She focused instead on the lulling sound of the waves and the tinkling wind chime hanging from the rafter overhead.
    “Last pose of the morning is called the downward facing dog. Know it?”
    “No.” Ari observed Ryder get into the position. It looked almost obscene from her fabulous point of view. “And just what is this pose supposed to do?” Except incite lust over your tight ass?
    Ryder chuckled as he got up from the mat. “It gets the blood pumping throughout your entire body. It’s also a great for your calves and heels. Try it.”
    Ari hesitated a moment before getting down on her mat. If the pose looked explicit, it felt even more so.
    “Almost, Ari. Straighten your knees and face your fingers forward.”
    Ari implemented Ryder’s suggestions, trying not to be self-conscious with him standing so close.
    “Do you feel the difference in the pose now?”
    “Y-yes.” She felt the difference all right, in her damp panties. The position, although challenging, set off a flurry of erotic scenarios in Ari’s mind. She was so hot, getting hotter as Ryder moved behind her.
    “Good. Very, very good.”
    Ari held her breath, anticipating his touch, wanting it.
    “You can relax. That’s enough for today.”
    Disappointed he hadn’t been compelled to caress her ass, Ari dropped to her knees on the mat. She stared at Ryder, her frustration turning to indignation as he rolled up his mat. How had he not been