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“Hello, Mr. Beauchamp,” she said breathlessly, arching her back so her nipples poked out more. “I—didn’t knowyoucame to Gentle Yoga.”
Leopold nodded without interest at her, then kissed the top of my head.
“Now that I don’t have to restrain myself,” he rumbled, “I thought I’d come to a morning session, if that’s all right with you.”
“It’s $30 for all ages and body types,” I said, my eyes dropping down Leopold’s massive, powerful body.
I felt a little pink spring to my cheeks remembering how he had seized me in his massive arms and pressed me against the wall, how he had dropped to his knees in front of me.
Leopold laughed at my frankly very weak joke and I wondered if he was so rich that no one made even slightly comical remarks around him.
“I’ll put my stuff in a locker and be right back,” he said.
“You’redating Leopold?” Makayla hissed at me as soon as he left the room, her brown eyes wide.
“It’s casual,” I said. “Strictly lust-based.”
“How did you manage to do that?”
I shrugged. “I guess he saw me in class.”
The hope slid off her face.
“Well, how come he’s seenmefor months and hasn’t made a move? I’m totally free and single!”
“He’s a very busy man,” I said. “I don’t think he has much time for dating.”
“I mean, I’ve been trying to get him to noticemefor months,” she said jealously. “I’ve thrown everything at that man.”
Her voice was stuffed full with envy.
“Hm, mysterious,” I said.
More of my students were starting to come in and set up when Leopold came back out, in sexy-ass tight shorts and a tight T-shirt.
I could feel my damn pussy pulsating as he spread out his black yoga mat, and Makayla was practically vibrating with lust beside me.
“Hi,” she said to him, twirling a long silky strand of hair around her finger and arching her back.
Leopold’s eyes dropped down. . .to where the piece of gum was still lodged in her hair.
“Ohh, I could really go for a coffee afterwards,” she said, in a baby voice that was extremely annoying.
“I think you’ve got something in your hair there,” Leopold interrupted, pointing at the tangled wad of gum.
When Makayla looked down to see the gum lodged in her glossy ponytail, she squeaked in shock and he turned to me.
“Wouldyoucare for a drink afterwards?” he asked. “A morning London fog? Chai tea? Pumpkin spice latte?”
“Pumpkin? They don’t even sell that until next month!”
“For me, baby girl, they’ll make you anything you want.”
He winked and I headed back up to teach the class, extremely thankful for my long black yoga pants because my panties were dripping and I feared I was ready for round two with him.
CHAPTER 10
Harley
