Page 32 of Better When Shared
For the rest of class, each touch felt weighted with new meaning. When Carly directed him to press on my lower back during a forward fold, his fingers splayed wider than necessary, his thumbs brushing the top of my ass. When I helped stabilize his shoulder stand, my hands lingered on his thighs, feeling the muscles tense beneath my touch.
By the time Carly guided us through final relaxation, my skin buzzed with electricity. I couldn’t focus on my breath or themeditation—all I could think about was Caleb’s body and what it would feel like without the barrier of clothes.
Class ended, and students began rolling up mats, chatting a little. I gathered my things, acutely aware of Caleb doing the same beside me.
“Good class.” I felt shy now that we weren’t being directed to touch each other.
“Could be better,” he replied, his voice low enough that only I could hear.
I swallowed hard. “How’s that?”
Instead of answering, he glanced around, then took my hand, tugging me toward a small alcove by the prop storage area. I had no idea who moved first, but we slammed into each other, his lips finding mine, his body pressing me against the wall. The kiss was hungry, demanding, his tongue sliding against mine as his hands gripped my hips, pulling me flush against him.
I gasped into his mouth, my overstimulated body arching into his touch. My hands found his shoulders, solid and warm beneath his tank, and I dug my fingers in. Could I fuck this man?
What had Julian suggested? Story time, where I tell him how this stranger’s big cock feels inside me.
That was absurd, wasn’t it?
His thigh pressed between my legs, creating a delicious pressure where I needed it. I ground against him, shameless in my sudden, desperate need. His hands slid under my shirt, fingertips grazing the skin above my yoga pants.
“Fuck,” he breathed against my mouth. “I’ve been wanting to do this since I first saw you.”
The words sent a fresh surge of heat through me, and I grabbed his shirt and pulled him down for another kiss—right as I heard a familiar voice nearby.
“Thanks for the class, Carly! See you Thursday!”
It was one of the regulars, Lindsay, the redhead who always set up in the front row. Not someone I knew well, but someone who knew Julian, too, since he sometimes came to class. And just like that, the reality of what I was doing crashed over me, making me freeze.
I pulled back, breathing hard. “I can’t... I don’t know what I was thinking.”
Disappointment flashed across Caleb’s face, but he stepped back, giving me space. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”
Reaching for my bag, I shook my head. “It’s not your fault, it’s mine. Thinking I could do this damn hall pass thing. But I don’t know. I love my husband, you know?”
Caleb smiled and gave me a little kiss on the forehead. “That’s an admirable quality, Nisha.”
But I was, and there was no stopping it.
With a quick goodbye, I rushed out of the studio and hurried down the block to our townhouse, which was just around the corner.
As I slipped inside, my body was still humming from Caleb’s hands, his mouth, the hard press of him against me in that alcove. Even as my mind swirled with guilt and regret.
The kitchen light was on, and I could hear Julian moving around upstairs. I hurried up the stairs, needing him more than I wanted to admit.
Julian was in our bedroom, laptop balanced on his knees, glasses sliding down his nose. He looked up when I entered, and I didn’t miss how his eyes darkened as they swept over me—hair disheveled, cheeks still flushed. Setting the laptop aside, he gave me his full attention.
“How was yoga?” His voice was casual, but his body language wasn’t.
“Interesting.” I dropped my bag by the door and crossed to the bed, crawling onto it until I straddled him. “We did partner work tonight.”
His hands found my hips. “Yeah? Who’d you partner with?”
I ran my fingers through his dark hair. “Remember that British guy I mentioned?”
Julian’s breath caught. His fingers dug into my hips. “The hot one?”
“Mmm-hmm.” I ground against his growing erection, feeling powerful at his immediate response. “He’s even better up close.”
