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Because she didn’t exactly know what yoga was, since she’d never taken it. But she was pretty sure it had something to do with a dog or a pissed-off baby. Or was it a happy baby?
She shook her head and unrolled her mat, hoping the hour would pass quickly and she could get to her shot of Jäger.
Laura turned off the lights, leaving the place even darker, a soft glow from the candles the only illumination.
“Thank you, everyone, for coming,” Laura said, taking her place at the front of the room. “We’re going to start with some basic yoga moves today . . .” Her voice was in an oddly soft hippie tone; Hannah just shrugged and tried to follow along.
Hannah took a deep breath, trying to follow the flow of what everyone else seemed to be doing. On a heavy exhale, she bent over into whatever the hell a downward-facing dog was.
Nothing could have prepared Grant for what he walked in on.
His wife, bending over in tight pants.
The bar had been dark, almost glowing, so he’d opened the door quietly, and that’s when he’d seen the sign posted on the door.
YOGA AND JÄGER TODAY!
Smiling at his wife’s ingenuity, he walked quietly into the bar, noticing no one was facing him. Thankfully, Hannah was in the dark corner in the back of the group and stretching like he’d never seen a woman move before. Between the shadows and the low music and everyone facing forward, he sneaked behind Hannah as she went into downward-facing dog—and couldn’t help but put his hands on her hips.
Her breath hitched, but she didn’t pop up. She simply stayed in position and glanced behind her.
“Is that a banana in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” she whispered.
Grant smiled. “All happiness, baby.”
He gripped her hips and rubbed against her a little. She didn’t seem to mind. In fact, her perfect ass pressed into his now growing erection.
“Every damn thing you do is sexy,” he said softly in her ear.
“Well, bending over is a little presumptuous.”
“Can I take you home and bend you over the couch again?” he asked.
On a deep breath, she moved and shifted her stance, trying to keep up with the flow of the group. Grant was sorry for the loss of her ass against him.
But she reached behind him and ran a hand over his denim-clad cock, and he had to stop himself from moaning.
“Is that your way of asking me on a date?” she said. “Couch banging?”
“That’s my way of asking you for anything you’ll give me,” he said honestly. Not caring how wrapped around her finger he was. He wanted her happy. For her to have everything she wanted. He also wanted her to want him.
Love him.
“Well, I think we can make something work,” she said. “But I have to stay here for a while. This stunt of Laura’s is bringing in extra money, so I have to pour Jäger shots after this class.”
Grant smiled. His wife was an entrepreneur, and it was a sexy side of her. Almost as sexy as her bending over in tight pants.
“Okay, I’ll see you later, then.”
“Going to stop into a bar twice in one day?” Hannah asked, glancing behind her again to meet Grant’s eyes. “Sounds like you have an addiction.”
“Absolutely I do,” he said.
And he did. Hannah was working late, then he’d be back to see her. “I’ll pick you up and give you a ride home.”
“That’s not necessary,” she said.
“I insist.”
