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“That’s what I thought.” I smile against her neck and slip my hand inside the front of her jeans. Her slickness coats my fingers and I watch her reaction to my touch in the mirror.

Pure bliss.

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Playlist: “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough” – Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell (from Guardians of the Galaxy)

[Jane]

We are in Adventure Dex. The Dexter brothers own the place which offers local adventure, river equipment rentals, and camping and fishing gear. There’s a bit of a feud between the Dexter boys and old Tanner’s granddaughter who inherited the Bait & Tackle Shack. Namely, she accuses the youngest brother of setting her place on fire as he was the last person to use the fish smokers. This is the fire Myles mentioned a few weeks back during our breakfast meeting. Somehow, I got the four adults to agree to a business merger.

Mach and I are here for a final inspection before their grand reopening. Part of the deal between the Dexters and Katy Tanner included a yoga studio for Katy called Bend and Snap on the second floor. When the lights go off as soon as we enter the studio, I know what’s about to happen.

“Let’s see how flexible you are,” Mach teases, picking up a yoga mat and flicking it outward, causing the rubber material to sharply crack.

I chuckle as anticipation ripples up my center. Sex with this man is never going to get old or lack spontaneity.

“You already know I’m flexible.” The positions he’s had me in over the last month are some I hadn’t imagined my body could manage, but I do. For him, I bend often.

Mach approaches me, and a fiery kiss fuels the constant flame between us. He breaks free and leans down to loosen his boots. I’m wearing knee-high boots, and Mach removes mine next.

“Let’s see here . . .” Mach squints at a poster on the wall that offers examples of poses and their name. He spins me so my back is to his front. “Tabletop to cow.” He purrs as he guides me to my knees, propping me on all fours.

I’m wearing a flannel shirt which he pushes up to my waist, exposing my backside in leggings. Then he positions himself over me, nudging his heavy length against the seam of my backside.

“I don’t think this is how the pose works,” I tease, as he rocks back and forth, pressing at me as if he could enter me through my clothing.

He hums. “This position works for me.”

It works for me as well. Everything about him works for me.

“Okay, cat to child.” With a hand under my belly, he rounds my back upward and then lowers my upper body, forcing my chest to my knees. My arms stretch before me.

Mach hovers over my back. He aligns his thickness with the crease of my spread backside.

“I still want to take you here one day.” His voice lowers, and a shiver ripples up my spine.

He springs upward and tugs my hips as he goes. I laugh as my feet falter.

“Downward dog.”

With my ass in the air, he smacks me hard, and the spanking stings even through my cotton leggings. “Hey.”

His hand cups between my legs, rubbing my pulsing core over the stretchy material. “God, you’re so warm here.”

Hot yoga has nothing on Mach-yoga. I’m sweaty with need and eager for our next movement.

“Lower your head to the mat.” As I follow his directive, he gently taps at the inside of my feet. “Spread your legs wide.”

I do as he says, feeling ridiculous in this position.

“Wide stance forward fold.” His voice suggests he’s reading off the poster. His hand coasts over my ass. “I like this one.”

Mach remains focused on the poster while I stay in the compromising position. Suddenly, he groans. “Oh God.”

“What?” I lift my head which causes my knees to bend because I’m not that flexible.

Mach kneels behind me and flips me to my back. “Bend your knees and lift them to your chest.”