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Breathe

... thought. Finally, she steadied her breaths, sought out her center, then moved into the Dancer’s pose again. She eased into the initial position well enough, her flexible body bowing with an alluring curve along her back. All the while she saw in the mirror Tyrone watching her, holding her with his eyes. “Arm out. Bend forward…” Slowly her belly angled towards the floor as she leaned forward. Her head up, she stared ahead, past her fingertips, towards the mirror. She noticed how pink her cheeks really were, evidence of the heat building within. Tyrone remained close, tilting his head noticeably. Starting at her foot, he scanned her body, up her leg, around her hips, her butt, her waist. He knew she could see him in the mirror and he made no attempt to mask his brazen glance. He didn’t give a damn. As he painted her body with his eyes, he wanted her to see him do so. Jenna froze. “Keep going,” Tyrone said. She winced, unsure if she could even move. Suddenly she felt his palm flatten against her belly. “Keep looking ahead,” he said, sensing her startlement. “Keep going. I’ve got you.” Jenna began to speak, “I…” “Keep… going,” he interrupted with a stern tongue. She didn’t look away from the mirror, but tried to focus on her own eyes and face rather than the big, dark man beside her, holding her. At his beckoning, she settled deeper into the pose, pressing into his hand. Tyrone liked the feel of her, even through her thin top. He imagined how soft her skin felt and admired the ...

... strength along her core. On top of all that, he relished the slight tremble he felt from her belly. “Good. Mm-hmm,” he said, his voice deep like a bass. He placed his other hand against her back, easing her even further into the pose. Jenna’s pelvis tilted past parallel to the floor as she stood in full pose. She would have been impressed if she didn’t know she was only managing because Tyrone held her. Her core wasn’t centered and when she tried to adjust, that’s when his hand slipped down to her butt. “Steady,” Tyrone said. He cupped her bottom and watched his palm wrap along cheeks. She was a tempting combination of soft and tight. Unable to resist, he angled his hand, anchoring two fingers between her crevice molded behind her snug pants. Jenna gasped at his bold touch, but held the pose maybe three seconds longer than she should have. She stumbled, releasing her leg at the back, almost falling on her face. Tyrone held her fast, though, and pulled her back. Before she realized it, she was leaning with her back pressed against his chest. She held onto his strong arm wrapped securely across her rib cage. “I’ve got you,” Tyrone said, his mouth at her ear. Jenna hesitated. For a moment, she couldn’t tell if he was just reassuring her or making a declaration. Feeling his other hand snake around her and then slide down to her crotch, it was suddenly obvious what was his intent. “I’ve got you.” Ever the cutthroat opportunist, Tyrone seized the moment instinctively. He couldn’t ...