Page 36 of The Fate of Us

I grip her hips and pull her off the table and onto my lap. She yelps as I do it. “I’ll go if you let me pick out your outfit.”

“Fine.” She sticks out her hand and we shake on the deal.

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“I can’t believeyou made me wear this,” she groans as we get out of the car in front of the hot yoga studio.

“You own it.”

“Well I bought it on a whim. I never actually wore it.”

“Good, then I feel lucky.”

She punches me in the arm before we walk into the studio. I hold the door for her so I can see that fine ass move in those tight as sin white leggings. She has a matching white sports bra on. I wouldn’t let her wear a shirt which she protested as she tried to cover her stomach. But it was when I told her she looked sexy and good enough to eat that she eventually moved her arms and uncovered her stomach and agreed to keep the outfit on.

We put our things into a cubby and she grabs me a yoga mat from the pile in the corner. She opens the door to the studio and within seconds, I am sweating. “How hot is it in here?”

She sets her yoga mat down and then takes mine and lays it next to hers. “One hundred and three degrees.”

“You expect me to survive in this?”

She pinches my cheek. “Toughen up buttercup. Besides you can always take your shirt off.”

I know she said it because she wants to look at my abs. So I pull it over my head and give her a wink. She shakes her head and turns to her mat, stretching her legs out before the class starts.

That’s when I look around and see that the entire class is women and every single one of them has their eyes on me.

The teacher starts the class and it whips my ass. I never realized how difficult yoga could be. I give Anna more credit than I’ve ever given her for this. I don’t know if it’s the heat or the fact I need to work on my flexibility but I feel like I have never exercised a day in my life.

I look over at Anna as she giggles at me. I keep on though as I move from position to position. I have no idea what the names are that the instructor is saying half the time. But my favorite is when we are bent over at the waist. I cheat and look up to see Anna’s perfect peach of an ass in my face. My dick twitches and I have to fight it to calm down because everyone will see it in the basketball shorts I’m wearing.

By the time class is over I feel like I ran a damn marathon. We ended in lotus pose and I fall back and collapse onto the mat. My body is drenched in sweat and I might be hallucinating. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

“You gonna make it?”

I open one eye to see Anna hovering over me. Little does she know that position has her tits on glorious display as they fight their way to stay escape her bra. “It’s questionable.”

She laughs as she grabs my hands. “Do you feel more relaxed?”

“I’m not sure I can feel anything right now.”

“Well then I guess it worked.”

She attempts to pull me up and I pull her on top of me instead. “I can’t move.”

“You seemed to have enough strength to pull me on to you.” Her eyes light up.

“Gravity.”

“You are such a liar.”

I pull her mouth to mine until someone clears a throat behind us.

Anna jumps off me and apologizes to the instructor profusely. I laugh. She was already flushed from the heat of this room but now she is as red as a tomato.

I push up off the floor and grab my mat and Anna’s and head to the door with her on my heels.

“Oh my god, that was so embarrassing.”

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