Page 38 of Deception

She tosses me a mat as she unrolls hers, nodding for me to follow suit.

“You want me to do yoga?” I scoff.

“Should be easy for a big strong man like you.”

Six squat-holds in, I'm gasping, my legs shaking.

“You’ve never done yoga, huh?” She swoops up into what she callsdownward dog.

“Nope.” I grit through my teeth, struggling with the stretch and not gaping openly at her ass up in the air.

“Harder than it sounds,” Isabella teases, easing her knees down and pushing back.

“It's not as hard as some things I've done.” I can’t let her win.

“Not as hard as some things I’d like to do…” she mutters under her breath and I almost fall on my face.

Until she arches into a backbend and I slump to my knees, watching every curve and line of her body stretched to the limit.

“Fuck me…” I whisper.

“Give up?”

“You win. But to be fair, I already did a full workout before you got here.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” She winks.

Jerking off to her doing yoga is going to help me sleep tonight.

I might or might not grumble something about needing a cold shower as I get up, toweling my neck and head. Isabella looks up at me, sticking out her hand for me to help her up.

Then she’s standing way too close, the heat of her body and scent of her perfume mixed with her sweat makes my head spin.

“What’s next?” She bites her lip. Does she know how fucking sexy she is?

Or how fucking hot she makes me?

“Next?” I ask, nonchalantly, resisting the urge to bend her over the bench right here and now. “We could play a game. In the study. After we shower.”

I have no clue where the thought came from, I all but blurt it out.

“You definitely need a shower.” She spins, dragging her eyes down my body quickly as she does. Just like that she’s gone, leaving me fully erect and standing there like an idiot.

“Fucking.Unbelievable.”

One ice cold shower later. I'm waiting in the study sitting in my chair, flipping through an old book. Isabella strolls in wearing a lightweight sweater, leggings, and fuzzy socks.

She plops down on the couch across from me. “What are you reading?”

“I'm not. I was just passing the time.”

“So, what are we playing?”

“Check the trunk over in the corner. Bound to be something we can try.”

I join her as she digs through the old board games, naming off several as she does. “Oh. My. Goodness. Clue.” She holds up the worn and beaten box.

“Ha! I hardly even remember how to play the game,” I laugh.

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