Page 78 of No One Like You

“Worth it. So worth it.”

CHAPTER 46

C'MON LET'S GO

Megan groaned at the alarm, but her groan lacked energy. She wasn’t used to having an early alarm on Saturday. Wait for it. Tasha pounced on her, sending poor Julius scrambling off in a huff toward Sophia’s room.

“Megan,” Tasha purred. “Are you ready for yoga?”

“You know, I recall that you once accused me of being a monster, and now it seems that I’ve created a monster instead.”

Tasha nibbled gently on her ear. “I’ll let you pick out what I should wear…” They had been playing that game every morning and it was very fun.

“Mmm, but I like your current outfit.”

“I know, and I like your current outfit, but I should remind you that you’re the one with the ‘No Topless Yoga’ rule.”

“Ugh, why do I do this to myself?”

“Um, why do you do this to us is the better question?” Tasha was moving down from her earlobe to her neck.

Goddess, that feels amazing.

Megan was struggling to form coherent thoughts or words. This problem didn’t get any easier when she felt Tasha’s tongue tracing her jawline before moving up her chin to her mouth. Megan surrendered to the kisses.

Eventually, she reluctantly pushed Tasha away. “You were the one who insisted on early morning yoga on a Saturday.”

Tasha pouted at her.

“Maybe we could lock the door and do yoga in here. I think there’s enough space.”

Tasha practically bounced with glee. “Let me check!” Tasha raced for the closet to grab the mats. “They fit, mostly. We can’t be side-by-side, but that could have benefits…”

“Lock the door then, and I guess we’ll be doing topless yoga.” Megan watched Tasha do a happy dance.

I never really thought about getting a tattoo, but those really are amazing works of art. I’ll have to check with Sophia first, though.

Tasha’s happy dance wound down, and Megan watched as Tasha hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties.

“You know, Megan, since we’re already ninety percent of the way there…” Megan groaned as she watched Tasha’s arms inch tantalizingly downward. “Oh, Goddess.”

I’m not sure which is sexier, watching Tasha jump up and down while topless, or watching her slowly tease her panties down. We saw each other naked in college, but this is so much better. And now she is turning around for me. She has to know what this is doing to me.

I’m going to murder Brad if he doesn’t sign those papers. Focus, Megan. It’s time to tease Tasha a bit.

“You mean like this?” With that, Megan hooked her thumbs into her own waistband and started a slow, sensual shimmy as she lowered her panties. On instinct, she turned and looked over her shoulder as she bent to drag them down to her feet. Megan could see that Tasha was transfixed.

Mmmm, that’s the reaction that I wanted.

The first few minutes of their nude yoga session was a mixture of self-confident poses, leering, and awkward stretching. After a few minutes, the routine kicked in and their state of undress became mostly background noise. Mostly.

Feeling invigorated and sweaty, they finished their yoga session and were staring openly at each other in lotus poses. Megan felt extraordinarily confident, even as she was completely exposed.

“Tasha, I need to tell you something.”

It looked like Tasha was trying to focus on her eyes but struggling to maintain contact. “What’s that?”

“I am soaking wet right now, and I’m not talking about yoga sweat.”

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