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I glance up from the phone. She’s stretched out in a downward dog pose. The heels of her feet are flat on the floor. Ass in the air, nipples poking through thin cotton. She’s a little low, but not too low for me to grip those hips and push…
All right. Get a grip.
She peers up at me, the tips of her chocolate waves sweeping the floor.
She swoops down into a plank but tilts her head and gives me a little smile. On auto, my hand adjusts my crotch. Shit. Not good.
She’s slightly off form. Her ass is up a little too much in the air, but other than that, her legs and back are flat. And I’m not about to tell her to lower that curvy ass.
The woman on the phone dictates instructions for another pose, but Sage pushes up onto all fours and crawls to me. I have to blink a few times to confirm it’s not a hallucination.
She palms my thighs, just above my knees, rising from the floor.
Fuck, I want her. But no. She’s got to be sore.
“Taking a break?”
She smiles, and I have to say, there’s nothing timid about that smile. Her hand cups my shorts, pressing over my erection.
“Do you understand you’re playing with fire?”
Her teeth sink into her lip as her lips curve into a flirty smile.
“Babe, it won’t feel good today. You’re going to be sore.” And I’m not that big of an asshole. “We aren’t—” Her grip tightens over my crotch, effectively cutting off oxygen to my brain.
“What about oral? Last night, you tasted me. But I didn’t get to taste you.”
Boom. Explosion. All thought obliterated.
CHAPTER 26
Sage
The expression on Knox’s face is one I hope I never forget. He’s enthralled. With me.
“I don’t have a lot of experience with this,” I admit as I unsnap his shorts and tug on the zipper.
“You…” The strained word is garbled. He places his hand over mine. “You don’t have to do this.”
“But I want to.” And I really do. I want to return some of the pleasure he gave me last night. I take him in my hand. He’s not wearing briefs or boxers. His silky skin stretches taut. My thumb traces a thick vein running his length. His breathing comes out in sharp, shallow breaths. I push off on my knees, rising closer to him, and he spreads his thighs wider, giving me ample room. His shorts pull tight around his thighs.
I probably should have removed his shorts, but based on the way he’s zoned in on my every move, he doesn’t seem to mind.
I press my lips to his shaft. His chest trembles. My gaze shoots upward. Is he laughing?
But there’s no humor present in his hooded eyes. I lap my tongue from the base of his shaft to his tip, where I circle the head. Pre-cum forms, and I circle it with my index finger, then place my finger in my mouth and suck.
His eyes are impossibly dark. His chest still. I squeeze his shaft harder and lower my head, taking his tip into my mouth.
“There you go,” he gasps. “Just like that.”
My mouth stretches around his girth. I grip his base and then, remembering something I read, use my other hand to cup his balls. His hips lift.
“Yes, yes.”
It’s amazing that I can do something that has him tilting his head back, eyes half-closed, torn between watching and losing himself.
I pull off him and glide my hand up and down, over his now wet shaft. “Tell me what you like.”
