I shake my head, shoving the debauched thoughts aside. This innocent woman in front of me makes me want to do tawdry, dirty things to her, clean her back up, and start all over again. Christ, I’m in trouble with this one.
“The other side.” I stretch out my left leg and repeat the first pose. “After you’ve gotten your groove, ease from side to side several times, then go back to center and allow your body to hang, giving the spine and hamstrings a nice, long stretch. And don’t forget your breathing. Inhale fully and exhale completely.”
For a few minutes, the class follows along with me, moving from side to side, finishing with the last pose.
“Go into a closed-leg squat, as if you’re about to sit in a chair, then swing forward and move into airplane pose, which is a variation of Warrior Three. It’s a newer pose recently added to the assemblage of yoga asanas also known as Dekasana. Allow your body to be supported by the silks under your arms as you open the heart and throat chakra, lifting your chin to the sky.”
Honor shifts into the position perfectly, but once again, I’m reminded of the fatal error of putting her directly in front of me. As she stretches her body forward and lifts her pale, pretty neck to the sky, her large breasts press up and out, taunting me with their lusciousness. The view zips along my conscious mind, grinding against the part of me that’s all carnal, filthy male. My cock reacts and rises to the occasion, wanting to spear between those large globes as she licks the fat head of my dick.
Christ on a cross, I’m fucked.
Moving a bit faster than I normally would, mostly because I don’t want to embarrass myself by letting a class full of yogis see me fighting off an erection, I issue the next command. “Slowly straighten your legs, maneuver the silks to the hinge at your hips, and bring your hands to the floor to allow your feet to ease off the ground. It will seem as though you are in a variation of downward facing dog but with your feet just a foot or two off the ground. Keep your face level with your arms.”
Please, God, keep their faces level with their arms.
I let go of the silks and look at the other patrons, needing to separate myself from the goddess in front of me. For the first time, I notice a familiar, bulky form in the back corner. I walk over to my buddy’s side.
“Hey, man. Didn’t see you there.”
Clayton Hart lifts his head and grins. “I’m sure you didn’t since your eyes have been on nothing but the slender blonde with the killer rack in the front row.”
My mouth tightens on instinct, hearing Clayton’s appraisal of Honor. I narrow my gaze. “Shouldn’t you be at home with your gorgeous, pregnant wife and daughter?”
Clayton chuckles and stands. I glance around the rest of the class and watch them ease into their final squat.
“Needed a good stretch. Took on an NFL client today. Worked him and myself hard on the weights. My muscles are killing me. Your class helps put me back together.” He grins before lifting his chin toward the front of the class. “What’s the deal with the blonde? You haven’t stopped looking at her.”
I run my hand through my slicked-back hair and rub the back of my neck. “Not sure yet. Doin’ a number on me, though.”
Clayton frowns. “You don’t usually tend to be sweet on clientele. You thinkin’ about breaking your own rules?” Clayton pushes back into another stretch I wouldn’t give in the introductory class. His body is jam-packed with muscles, and he could easily be a poster boy for Men’s Fitness, but he’s taken my class many times before and knows the movements and how to be safe. He’s also a fitness trainer who knows his own body and what it needs.
“Man, I don’t know. All I know is she’s a game changer. There’s something about her. I don’t know what.”
My buddy grins and lifts his body up into the silks like a professional gymnast, all flexing muscles and heavy lifting made easy. “Wish you luck with that, man. Go get her.” He winks.
I nod and head back to the front. For the rest of the class, I put them all through their paces, giving them just enough instruction to get comfortable in the silks and stretch out what the average person needs…back, neck, legs, getting out the usual stiffness a person feels when working a sedentary job or standing on their feet all day.
“Okay, last pose of the day. We’re going to go into cocoon. Stretch out your hammock, slide it under your butt and along your back. Then shimmy your body into the fabric. It will stretch along with your form. You can either put your feet to your chest or just curve up. Bring your arms inside the swing, allowing the silks to cover you completely. Find a comfortable position that suits you because you’re going to stay here for a solid five to seven minutes for Savasana.”
Each participant gets into their swing, and I give them a minute to position themselves. Usually, I’d cocoon myself as well, but today I need to offer guided meditation for them and for myself. Walking around, I avoid Honor, needing to gather a little mental space as well as physical distance. Being close to her is like being in a vortex. All I want to do is get closer, plaster my body along hers, and breathe in her essence.
“Inhale, letting in peace and serenity, exhaling any
