Series: Kristen Proby Crossover Collection
Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69686 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69686 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
“Hey, Fallon,” Brooke Henderson says as she walks into class. “Maisey’s not going to make it today.”
“Good morning. Thanks for letting me know.”
Several others file in after Brooke, some with sleepy eyes, others bright and ready to go. Once they roll out their mats, they sit on the floor. Some stretch, others check their phones.
When it seems that everyone’s here, I take out my own phone and ask if I can snap a photo for my business Instagram. Everyone agrees, and I quickly take the picture, then toss my phone into my bag and sit on my mat, facing the class.
“Good morning,” I say.
“Good morning,” they reply in unison.
Sam Waters hurries in and smiles in apology. “Sorry, Fallon.”
“No worries,” I reply with a smile of my own and wait while he settles in. “Okay, let’s start with our breathing.”
I take them through several breathing exercises, along with some meditation. It’s my favorite way to start the day, and it helps me find my center. I can see stress falling away from my clients, their bodies both relaxing and looking stronger right in front of my eyes.
And then I spend an hour taking them through poses and flows. Some we hold extra-long, letting the worries of the day leave us as we focus on our bodies.
Noah is surprisingly flexible, but not unexpectedly strong as he moves from pose to pose. When he isn’t quite flexible enough, I show him an alternative posture to get the same results.
When class is finished, I smile and say, “Namaste.”
“Namaste,” they repeat. It takes about ten minutes for everyone to gather their things, chat quickly with one another, and then file out of the room, leaving Noah and me alone.
“You’re fucking incredible,” he says when the door closes behind the last client.
“Why?”
He shakes his head as he climbs to his feet and walks over to the door, turning the deadbolt and locking us inside.
“Don’t get me wrong,” he continues as he turns and slowly walks toward me, his eyes pinned to mine. “I already knew that you were incredible, but watching you here, in your element? Fucking hot as hell.”
I feel the smile spread over my lips. “Is that so?”
“Oh, yeah.” He moves to stand less than two feet in front of me and reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “Your body is strong.”
His eyes roam up and down the length of me, taking in every inch.
“Your voice is soothing,” he continues, and suddenly boosts me up with my back pinned against the floor-to-ceiling mirror behind me. “And I want you. Right now.”
I cock a brow. “This isn’t terribly professional of me.”
“No one’s here.” He kisses my chin and then my lips. Softly at first, and then deeper as if he’s memorizing the shape of my mouth. His fingertips dig into my ass. Every muscle in his body is tight with pure lust.
“Noah,” I whisper when his lips leave mine to make their way down my jawline to my neck. “Jesus, I always want you.”
“Good.” With me propped against the mirror, he leans back and rips my yoga pants down. One of the seams tears. “Why are you wearing panties?”
“I’m at work,” I remind him, and he simply slips his finger under them and tugs them to the side. Just that contact has me writhing. “Ah, Jesus.”
“You make me crazy,” he mutters as he shoves his shorts down his hips, freeing his hard cock. He must have had a condom in his pocket because he slips it on and then plunges inside me, as far as he can possibly go, making us both gasp in pleasure. “Jesus Christ, you’re snug.”
“Feels so good,” I pant, trying to circle my hips and make him move.
“The way you move your body is so damn beautiful.” He growls before biting my neck, just this side of hard enough to leave a mark. The idea of Noah marking me is thrilling. He plants one hand on the mirror, grounding himself, and with the other wrapped around my waist, he fucks me silly, pounding hard as if he’s a man possessed.
My heart thumps, and I’m panting hard, trying to stay relatively quiet in case there’s anyone outside the door.
But man, he makes it hard to stay quiet.
“Go over, Fallon,” he says. I reach between us and press my fingers to my clit and feel myself clamp down on him. “Fucking hell. You’d better come, sweetheart, because I’m about to lose it.”
I couldn’t stop the orgasm if I tried. And, really, who would want to try?
When we’re both spent, gasping for breath and leaning against each other, Noah gingerly sets me on my feet, keeping his hands on my hips to make sure I don’t fall on my face.
“Well, it wasn’t a mattress, but I’ll take it,” I mumble and watch as he turns away to tuck himself in and do something mysterious with the condom.