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We stay just like that until the record ends and the thump, thump, thump of the stylus forces us apart. Maple puts on a new record and cranks it some more, even though both of us are showing signs of being exhausted. I don’t want this evening with her to end just yet. I twirl her back into my arms, admiring the way her hair has gone much curlier from the downpour and air-drying while we danced.

“Do you have a wind-down yoga routine you can put us through before bed? I don’t want you sore in the morning.”

“I do.” She goes up on her tiptoes and kisses me before stepping back and making space for us in the living room. I drape a couple of the blankets across the floor as a makeshift yoga mat for us both.

She stands with her bare feet together and takes a deep cleansing breath like she always does before she starts her poses.

“Wait.”

She stills, glancing over at me. I shoot her a wink, wanting to give her everything she’s given me and more. She told me before that she doesn’t teach anymore because of what her ex did to her. He ruined that whole community for her and I want to obliterate every memory she has of him.

“Since the power’s out, it’s the perfect time to engage in naked yoga.”

At my suggestion, she barks out a laugh. “What does the power being out have to do with anything?”

I step out of my shorts and toss them over my shoulder. “Not much, but it sounds good, right?”

Her gaze drops down my body, taking in the full length of me in the flickering light from the candles and the fire. She must like what she sees because she immediately strips my T-shirt over her head and throws it in the direction of my shorts. Her breasts are spectacular, perfectly round and full, and nipples puckering for me already. She kicks off her sweats and we take each other in, exactly as nature intended us. Her gaze drops back down to my erection, already so hard and ready he’s bobbing in the air between us, like a red flag waving in front of a bull. Maple doesn’t charge toward it, though. Sadly.

The air slips right out of my lungs as she puts her hands in prayer position, spins, and folds forward. I groan, stepping forward before I even know my feet are moving. My hands skim her hips as I bring my pelvis to her backside. She tsks at me and I groan again, forcing myself to release her and step back. Like a whole inch. That’s surely enough space to do this yoga routine.

“When your hamstrings are screaming at you tomorrow morning, you’ll regret not doing the poses,” she says on a soft laugh.

“I promise you, I will have zero regrets tomorrow morning.” I’m done being patient. My hands grip her hips again and I decide that if she wants to do yoga, that’s fine. I have other things in mind though.

“Down dog, sweetheart,” I say gruffly. She shifts into the position. “Spread your legs wide.” She follows my command.

I drop to my knees and wedge between her legs to lick her seam. Maple yelps and her arms and legs begin to tremble. The taste of her blooms on my tongue and I’m suddenly ravenous. I hold her hips from below, spreading her open to my mouth with my thumbs, and dive in. I feel her limbs begin to give and I pop my mouth off her clit to bark more orders at her.

“Hold the position!”

She growls at me, not unlike Mookie when I don’t feed her fast enough in the morning, but she firms up her arms. I go back to grazing my teeth across her clit and then laving her flesh with my tongue. She jams her face into the side of her arm and groans loudly. I know she’s close and I know this has to be torture to hold the upside-down position. Then again, every time she thinks of yoga, she’ll think of me, not her dick of an ex.

Just when she can’t take anymore, I climb to my feet. Maple’s breathing harder than when she climbed the mountain. I let go of her entirely and run her through my limited knowledge of the poses.

“Step to your feet and reach up to the ceiling.”

She follows my instruction, chest heaving and eyes at half-mast. My fist grabs hold of my dick and strangles him, needing just a little more time to play with Maple before he can get in on things.

“Now standing bow and arrow.” That particular pose nearly killed me out by the lake. She giggled at my lack of flexibility and balance. We’ll see if she laughs now. She grabs her back foot and leans forward, getting into the pose easily.

I duck under her back leg and let it come to rest on my shoulder. Our pelvises are lined up and my eyes nearly roll back in my head at the feel of her heat against me.

“Lean all the way to the couch, sweetheart.”

She does, letting the couch hold her up with one hand as I notch myself at her entrance and inch my way inside. Her legs are trembling so badly, I’m not sure she’ll be able to hold this position, but I don’t think it’ll take long before both of us are tossed over that edge. Thankfully, I’ve lifted weights my whole life, thinking it was to carry patients, but it comes in handy for this too. I pull almost all the way out and Maple begs me to keep going.

I thrust back in twice with enough force to wrench a loud cry out of her and her standing leg gives out as she comes. Hard. I have a death grip on her torso, and with her one hand still propped on the couch, I’m able to thrust quick and fast into her, letting her ride out her orgasm as I find my own.

“Maple!” I groan out her name as all that lightning outside finds its way between us. Darkness blankets my vision and I see stars. I tremble as badly as her, and have to try with all my might to keep my legs steady. I won’t let her fall. Won’t let any harm come to her. Ever.

As soon as I can safely slide out of her, I do, gently lowering her leg to the ground. She sags and I pull her into my chest as I get us settled on her makeshift bed. It’s as she’s snuggling into my chest that I hear the words that make me drift into sleep with a smile on my face.

“Best. Night. Ever.”

ChapterTwenty-Three

Maple

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