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“Yeah?” My voice came out rough, strangled.
“Mmm-hmm. Total eye candy. All the women stare when he does downward dog.” She cocked her head. “Maybe I’ll invite him for drinks after class.”
I couldn’t tell if she was serious or trying to get a rise out of me. Either way, my body had its own opinion on the matter. The mental image of Nisha beneath some nameless yoga god was making my blood rush south so fast I felt lightheaded.
“You should. Or just fuck him in the locker room.”
Nisha’s eyebrows shot up. “You’d be okay with that?”
“If it’s what you want.” I was trying to keep the eagerness from my voice, but it was probably coming through. “Like you said—an adventure.”
She studied me, narrowing her eyes, but didn’t share what she was thinking. Something shifted in her expression—surprise,then calculation, then a slow smile that made my stomach flip. “Interesting,” she murmured, checking her watch. “I should get ready for class.”
“Have fun!”
She gathered her yoga bag and keys from her desk, glancing back at me with an unreadable expression. “So we’re doing this hall pass thing?”
“If you want to,” I said, keeping my voice even despite the pounding of my heart.
Nisha nodded. “Okay then. I’ll... keep an eye out for opportunities. Do we have rules? Do I have to tell you in advance, or can I act on impulse?”
“I like the idea of you just going for it. Tell me after. Like a sexy story time,” I said, cheeks hot. “What about you?”
“I think I’d like to know in advance. To prepare myself. Or… back out.” She let out a soft, forced laugh, almost like a release of tension. “Could we have veto power?”
“Veto power works for me.”
With that, she leaned in for a quick kiss that deepened when I tangled my fingers in her hair, pulling her closer. When we broke apart, her pupils were dilated, breathing faster.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” she warned, though her voice had gone husky. “I’ve got yoga in forty minutes.”
“Rain check,” I promised, letting my hand trail down her arm.
She grinned, shouldering her bag. “Better be ready when I get home.”
The door closed behind her, and I collapsed back in my chair, adjusting my erection. I could picture it: Nisha in those tight yoga pants, bending and stretching next to some faceless Adonis with bulging biceps and a sexy accent. Would she flirt with him? Would she tell him about our arrangement?
Would she bring him home to me?
“Fuck,” I whispered to the empty room, my hand sliding down to press against my cock through my pants. I was way over my head, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.
Chapter 2
Nisha
Julian’s words from earlier echoed in my head as I rolled out my yoga mat. This hall pass proposal wasn’t anything I’d ever considered asking for, but now that I had his permission, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
I adjusted my tank top, hyperaware of how the built-in bra pressed against my hard nipples. Why had I flirted with my husband before class? It was impossible to focus and relax after he’d gotten me so worked up. Now, I was in a room full of very nice bodies in very little clothing.
The tall blond Brit I’d mentioned to Julian arrived a few minutes after me, of course. And I tried not to ogle him as he set up his station two mats away. He’d shown up for class a few days ago, and I hadn’t ever spoken to him.
Not that I was planning to fuck him or anything. I’d casually mentioned the guy to Julian just to gauge his reaction. I hadn’t expected my husband to look so excited about the prospect.And now, my fantasies kept wandering off into very forbidden territory.
“Good evening, class!” Carly’s voice broke through my thoughts. She stood at the front of the studio, her tiny frame somehow commanding the room. “It’s a new month, so we’re switching our theme. As I’m sure you’ve seen on our schedule, we’re focusing on deep release through partner work for the entire month, so I hope you’ve brought someone to work with!”
My stomach dropped. Shit. I never remembered to check that damn schedule for her monthly themes.
“If you don’t have a partner with you, not to worry! Find a buddy!” Carly clapped her hands together. “We’ll be using gentle resistance to deepen our stretches.”
