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Grady let out a whistle. "You look good in pink, Gram-Gram." He propped his hands on his hips, looking her over. "It really shows off your gray hair."
Her grandmother's posture was stiff and awkward. She was clearly uncomfortable but was much too proud to admit it.
And much too committed to whatever game she was playing. "I'll wait for you two in the living room." She spun away, bare feet just as wild to see as the rest of the ensemble.
Evelyn closed the door behind her, leaning against it as she turned to Grady. "You are going to fucking kill me. I am going to get a hernia from trying not to laugh."
Grady stalked her way, looking just as sexy in athletic pants and a T-shirt as he did in jeans and cowboy boots or his uniform.
And just as predatory.
He stopped in front of her, reaching up to run the tip of his finger along the underside of her jaw. "I told you I was here to have fun." He leaned in and for a second she thought he might kiss her, but his lips only hovered over hers as he said, "and I'm just getting started."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
GRADY
THIS CLASS WAS every bit as amazing as he hoped it would be.
Grady lifted his head from where it hung between his shoulders as he attempted to execute the simple, but shockingly challenging, downward facing dog pose Evelyn directed them into. He scanned the room full of retirees, a little irked when they all seemed to be handling the stretch significantly better than he was.
Gram-Gram was at the front of the class, proving to be just as skilled at physical activity as she claimed. She kept her jaw tight with focus as she maneuvered her skinny body into every pose with perfect precision.
He'd done his best not to make an ass out of himself and was more than grateful to be in the back most portion of the room where no one could see how tight every muscle of his body was.
No one but Evelyn, anyway. She frequently passed by, adjusting his limbs with gentle movements, her touch almost clinical as she helped him the same as she would any other student. It was still more than enough to have his cock paying attention and threatening to test the constraints of his loose-fitting pants.
"Now we're going to lower our bodies to the mat, curling in as we press our forehead to the floor, grounding ourselves in the child's pose." Evelyn's voice was soothing and almost melodic as she guided them into the next position.
Grady's movements were anything but smooth and coordinated as he managed to get down on his knees and stretch his arms over his head, breathing through the stretch in his lower back as his muscles threatened to revolt.
Someone else was suffering from a revolt of a different kind and, thanks to the quiet of the room, their fart practically echoed through the space. A cluster of giggles followed, along with another fart.
"Can you quit doing that?" Muriel reached out to swat one hand in Gertrude's direction.
Gertrude swung back at her, forehead still pressed to the mat as she flailed. "I can't help it. Last night was taco night and I think I ate too many beans."
Gram-Gram's head turned and she glowered toward the cluster of women next to her. Muriel noticed her watching them and leaned toward Evelyn’s grandmother, stage whispering, "Ignore her. She's got IBS." Gram-Gram continued staring without saying a word, but Muriel was undaunted and continued explaining. "They don't really smell, they're just loud." Muriel winced, her nose wrinkling up. "Maybe they smell a little bit, but not a lot."
"We should be focusing on our mind and not our words." Evelyn walked between Muriel and her grandmother, gently redirecting the class back to what they were supposed to be doing. As she had so many times before, she came Grady's way, pausing to urge him deeper into the stretch. But this time she got a little more touchy, sliding her hands along his ass. She followed the curve far enough her fingers brushed over the spot where his balls pressed against his pants.
He tipped his head and found her smirking at him. Evelyn pointed at his mat. "Focus on the stretch."
"Yes, ma'am." He pressed his forehead back to the rubber, grinning. This game between them kept expanding, and continued to get a hell of a lot more fun every time it did.
Fun enough he was going to be in as many of Evelyn's early-morning classes as he could fit in. Embarrassing himself right here in the back row every single time, hoping she might put her hands on him again.
"Take a deep breath and slowly release it, letting go of all your stress and worries before gently bringing your body up." Evelyn guided them through a few more deep breaths before thanking everyone for coming to class and sending them out to enjoy their day.
Grady hung back, watching with no small amount of amusement, as Muriel, Gertrude, and Helen accosted Gram-Gram, chattering as they circled around her, mistakenly believing she was a new member they could pull into their fold.
Evelyn stepped in beside him, watching the same thing. "Looks like they're having as much fun with this as you are."
Grady kept his voice low so only she would hear it. "No one’s having as much fun as I am.” He leaned into her ear, dropping his tone even more. "And if you're going to tickle my balls during class, you might want to make a permanent spot for me."
Evelyn laughed, her head tipping back as the light sound drew the attention of the remaining people in her studio.
"Ladies." Grady tipped his head at the troublesome group watching them a little too closely. "I see you've met Evelyn's Gram-Gram."
