Page 44 of Tight End

“Hi.” Cue awkward wave. Please for the love of all things holy let my dick deflate before she has me doing who knows what on one leg.

“Be gentle, guys. It’s his first time.”

Which has me thinking of our first time, which is not at all helping my situation. June is oblivious, sitting her phone back down, and my eyes are glued to the screen. My cock has done nothing but harden, and I’m trapped. I can’t adjust it, I can’t ask for a time-out, and I sure as shit can’t run to the bathroom to rub one out real quick.

Thank fuck you can’t see anything right now. Maybe a shadow.

She talks about my injury, reasons it could happen, and honestly I’m not completely paying attention. I’m too busy thinking about walking in on my grandmother naked. Looseskin. A large and possibly concerning mole on her butt cheek. A mole that reminds me of my English 101 teacher in college. She had a mole with three hairs right above her upper lip and teeth so yellow it looked like she chewed a highlighter every morning.

Whew.

Problem solved.

Dick is soft and no longer an issue.

“The first pose we’re going to do is the downward-facing dog. Don’t worry, a lot of this will get edited out.” She instructs me to get down on her mat, kneeling away from her and planting my hands in front of me. I’m pushing up, and wow, there’s a nice stretch in the back of my legs. Okay. I can do this.

And then she puts her hands on my hips, pulling them back and up while pushing down gently on my back.

I can’t do this.

All the work I did willing my dick to go down was all for nothing. This time it’s painfully hard, trapped between my thigh and my abdomen. All she’s doing is touching my hips, hers no doubt hovering dangerously close to my backside. It’s innocent. She’s trying to help. This whole thing is being recorded.

But fuck. None of it matters when she’s touching me.

EIGHTEEN

June

This is a huge mistake.I shouldn’t be touching him. I shouldn’t be admiring all the muscles bunching along his back and shoulders. And I sure as hell shouldn’t be picturing what it would look like if our positions were reversed.

I’m a professional. I need this to work to build up my business.

He has a freaking girlfriend, for Christ’s sake.

I ignore the fluttering in my chest, the way my breath catches in my throat, and push through. He follows all my directions, changing to the folding-forward pose to the triangle position, and finally I have him lie on his back.

This stretch is such a good one for the hamstrings, but as I squat, hovering over that sexy V peeking out from the top of his shorts, I question everything.

Ryan keeps his eyes on mine, electricity zipping over my skin until it settles deep into the pit of my stomach. Fine, it’s lower, but I’m a professional so I ignore that too.

His lids flutter closed the second my fingers brush across his abs, flexing beneathmy touch.

It’s a struggle to keep my voice even, but I manage. Barely. “For this one I’m going to need you to bring your knees up. Yep. Just like that.” I step to the side, taking a deep breath. I will not look at his dick. I will not look at his dick. “And lift your butt off the ground. That’s it. A little higher. Does that feel good?”

And I look.

Dammit. Why did I ask him if it feels good?

“Yes.” He clears his throat, his words raspy, jagged like broken glass. “The stretch feels great.”

“Perfect.” Why is my voice so high? Why can’t I look away from his crotch?And why is something in there twitching?

I must be seeing things. He’s not hard right now. He can’t be. It’s all in my head, despite the evidence right in front of me.

My tongue feels thick, my mouth so dry it’s like sandpaper. “Hold that for a minute or two and you’re all set. I’ve got everything I need.”

I’m still staring at his dick, and I have no idea what’s wrong with me. I need to push Ryan so far out of my head that the next time I look at him, there will be no sexual thoughts. Not a single one. This date with Michael can’t come fast enough. I need to get out of his space and forget all about him, even if it’s only for one night.

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