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As soon as the door to the office closed Garrett turned to
face her, running a hand through his hair so that it stuck up in spots.

Felicia fought the urge to reach up and straighten it,
feeling a tender tug on her heart at the sight.

“Why are you here, Felicia?”

She wanted to wrap herself around him and hold on. She
wanted to murmur that she was there for him…but she didn’t. “I just signed an
agreement to partner with Penelope. I’m now co-owner of the studio.”

His eyes widened at that. She watched emotions play across
his handsome face as he assimilated all the more obvious outcomes of her
announcement.

Finally he nodded. “Well. I’m happy for Penelope. That takes
a load off. With your money…” Then his gaze sharpened and he said, “I guess
I’ll be looking for another job then?” He put his hands on his hips and glared
at her, daring her to fire him.

Unbelievably Felicia felt the urge to giggle. She bit her
lip and shook her head. “I hoped you would stay.” Felicia took a step closer,
her hand coming up to touch the side of his face. “I’ve missed you, Garrett.”

He stiffened and closed his eyes. For a long moment he
didn’t move or speak.

Felicia held her breath.

Then he turned his head and placed a soft kiss in her palm.
“I’ve missed you too, honey.”

Tears rolled down Felicia’s face. “Oh God, Garrett, I’m so
sorry. I was such a bitch…”

He pulled her into his arms and kissed the top of her head.
“I was wrong too, Felicia. I was blaming you for a moment of doubt, when I was
far from perfect in that area myself.”

Felicia shook her head, burrowing deeply into his chest. She
felt as if she was home again. She wanted to stay there forever. “What I did
was terrible…”

“Shhh!” He grabbed her ponytail and pulled her head back
gently, dropping his lips to hers.

Felicia made a little sound and tangled her fingers in his
hair, pulling him more deeply into the kiss. The air in the little office
heated and sparked under their hunger. Felicia forgot to breathe for a moment
as her body melded to and throbbed against his.

Garrett’s lips left hers and trailed down her throat. His
hand skimmed across her buns and along her hips, his fingers tucking beneath
the tiny top to rest on the silky skin of her waist.

“It’s all good now.” He lowered his head, touching the side
of her neck with a soft, heated kiss. “All I want to do is make long, sweet
love to you.” His lips trailed to her chin and he nipped her there, gently,
playfully.

Felicia’s body wept with need, her breasts painful with
fullness under his hands. Garrett’s lips touched her cheek and lingered there,
giving her the sweetest kiss. “I want to do it now.”

Felicia opened her eyes, shocked. “But…”

Garrett covered her lips with his. He grabbed her hips and
pulled them up tight against his body, showing her how very much he needed her.

Despite her awareness of the other people in the building,
of the thin layer of glass which was all that was between them and about a
hundred rosy-cheeked yogis, Felicia felt her resistance sliding away under the
determined onslaught of Garrett’s tongue and hands.

He slanted his head and deepened their kiss, sliding a hand
up her back to cup the back of her head, holding her into the whirlwind he was
creating with his mouth. Felicia made a little sound in her throat. Her mind
had gone muzzy with lust.

After a moment she couldn’t remember what she’d been worried
about.

All she wanted was the heated satin of his body stroking
hers.

The intensity of the fire between them was intimidating.
Garrett had thought he could play with her for a few minutes and then go on
with his night, picking it up again later, in the privacy of his home. But a
single touch, a single taste of Felicia was all he needed to lose complete
control.

His cock strained against the malleable material of his
oversized shorts, tenting them noticeably. He was beyond thought, beyond
restraint, completely beyond caring about anything at all except the soft,
sweetly panting woman beneath his hands.

He hooked his thumbs in the band of her yoga pants and
tugged them down to her thighs.

Felicia gasped, dragging her lips from his. “We can’t! The
door!”

Her beautiful eyes were lidded with lust, her lips swollen.
Unable to help himself, Garrett lowered his head and captured her supple lower
lip between his teeth, worrying it gently.

When he let her go he sighed, placing his forehead against
hers. “You’re right. This is definitely not the right place to do this.”

Felicia nodded and sighed, her body slumping with regret.

Garrett lifted her chin, smiling. “But I don’t care. I can’t
wait to have you again.”

Without warning, Garrett grabbed her hips and lifted her,
turning to press her back against the door. “There. Now nobody can get in
unless we let them in.”

Felicia burst into slightly hysterical laughter that turned
to a gasp when Garrett dragged her soft cami up to her chin and captured a
demanding nipple in his hot mouth. Felicia’s objections died on her lips as he
slid a hard finger into her pussy.

She was so wet, so ready for him she wanted to cry.

Her back was pressed against a frosted window in the door.
She knew anyone who was looking would see her there, smashed against the glass
like a bug on the windshield.

Laughter burbled up into her throat and she let it free,
suddenly not caring.

Garrett’s mouth moved to the other breast and Felicia slid
her fingers into the heavy silk of his hair. He felt like heaven against her.
His heat, the firm roundness of his beautiful muscles, the soft contrast of his
blond curls against her skin.

His mouth slid upward, to nibble the sensitive spot where
her shoulder met her neck. Felicia gasped and dropped her head, allowing him
free rein of her throat.

He removed his finger and added a second, plunging them deep
into her hungry body. His thumb found her clit and rubbed it as his fingers
fucked her wet channel.

“Oh my god, Garrett! Don’t ever stop.” She gasped as her
muscles tightened, on the edge of beautiful relief. “You feel so damn good.”

But Garrett did stop. He pulled his fingers from her pussy
and dropped to his knees, lifting one of her legs so he could reach the
throbbing nub between her thighs with his hot mouth.

Felicia groaned long and hard as the moist heat closed over
her needy little bud. Pleasure swept through her, tightening her muscles even
farther and locking breath within her lungs.

His talented lips sucked and his hot tongue licked until
Felicia thought she’d die from pleasure. She placed one hand on his head,
holding him close as he pulled her inexorably closer to the flames that danced
just out of reach in her mind. Her other hand found an aching breast and
tweaked her nipple, enjoying the rush of pleasure spearing from her breast
right to her soaking pussy.

She danced at the edge of those flames, feeling their heat.
Her body hovered on that flickering edge, hungry, desperate, and determined to
enjoy the burn. Each pull of Garrett’s strong lips sent a fiery spear of
pleasure searing through her body, sending her just that much closer to the
fire.

Desire built and climbed beneath her skin until, finally,
Felicia shattered into a million, wonderful pieces and she fell over, screaming
his name, as her body fractured apart.

Her pussy milked his fingers hard, demandingly.

Garrett stood up and pressed against her, grinning. “Well, you’ve
done it now.”

That was when Felicia realized she’d screamed. Her mouth
formed a horrified “oh” and she stilled, listening.

Sure enough, the busy rumble of moments before was gone. It
was as if the entire building had stopped to listen to them.

Felicia covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes dancing
with embarrassment and delight.

The sound of very loud salsa music suddenly filled the space
and Garrett chuckled. “Good job, Pene.”

Felicia laughed too. Her laughter was cut off very quickly
as Garrett picked her up and turned her, depositing her on her ass on the top
of Penelope’s desk.

“Penelope isn’t gonna be happy if she finds out you’re
making looooo—ohhh…my lord!”

Garrett buried himself deeply inside her wondrous pussy,
feeling the silken muscles mold and wrap him in their hot embrace. Paused
within her, he allowed the breath he’d been holding to escape him. A single
word danced across his consciousness as he savored her body’s embrace.

Home.

He wrapped his arms around her knees and levered her butt
off the desk, driving himself even more deeply into her massaging heat. Felicia
closed her eyes and palmed her breasts, tweaking her nipples as he thrust.

Garrett slid comfortably into the salsa music booming
through the studio, allowing the beat to guide the tempo and intensity of his
thrusts.

The spicy beat fired his body and sent his pulse soaring.
The sight and feel of the beautiful woman beneath him made his skin burn with
unresolved need. He tucked Felicia’s calves over his shoulders and reached between
their bodies to find her clit, rubbing it briskly as he increased the intensity
of his thrusts.

With his other hand he cupped a swelling breast, savoring
the dense heaviness against his palm.

His muscles tightened under his building orgasm. Sweat poured
down his face. His cock swelled and he became almost painfully aware of the
silken channel caressing it. Each skim of flesh against flesh created a
razor-sharp response jolting through his skin. His balls rose tight and firm
against his body, throbbing with the need for release.

Felicia’s eyes were closed and her eyelids began to flutter,
her hands clamping convulsively onto his arms. Her muscles tightened beneath
his hands, her pussy gave his cock a testing squeeze, and she went over, her
head thrashing on the desk.

Garrett closed his eyes and let his muscles soften. He
plunged deep and stopped, catching his breath in a gasp as release teetered
just outside his grasp and then tipped, sending bright shards of delight
swelling through him.

His cock jumped once, his balls tightening to the point of
pain, and then offered blessed relief as he gave up his sensual offering with a
groan. Wave after wave of delight swept him as he came.

As the layers of pleasure softened, Garrett leaned over
Felicia and captured her panting breath in a soft kiss. “That was amazing.”

Felicia gave her response in the form of a passionate kiss
that put ideas of further playtime in his head.

The salsa music stopped abruptly and Garrett pulled away.
“We need to pull ourselves together, we’re about to get a visit from the head
yogi.”

Felicia’s face burned red with embarrassment but she took
Garrett’s hand and slid off the desk, quickly pulling her clothing over her
body.

Garrett barely got his clothes back into place before the
door opened. He crossed his arms and leaned against the desk, trying to look
innocent.

Penelope stuck her head into the office. She was grinning.
“You’ve lost your class for tonight, Garrett. I’m taking it. And Felicia…” Her
grin widened. “There’s just no room in the class for you. I’m sorry.” She
started to close the door and then opened it again, her green eyes sparking
with mischief. “Maybe Garrett should take you home and give you a private
lesson.” She giggled as she closed the door.

Remembering the last private yoga lesson they’d shared
Felicia licked her lips. “I’m up for a private lesson if you are.”

Garrett grinned and gave her ponytail a tug before tucking
her under his arm. “I’ll race ya to my house.”

Felicia squealed and surged out from under his arm. “You’re
on!”

Also by
Sam Cheever

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’n’ Bytes

Dancin’
With the Devil 1: ‘Tween Heaven and Hell

Dancin’
With the Devil 2: ‘Tween a Devil and His Hard Place

Dancin’
With the Devil 3: ‘Tween Heart’s Fire and Devil’s Delight

Dancin’
With the Devil 4: ‘Tween Hopeful and Hopeless

Dancin’
With the Devil 5: The Devil You Know

Gods of Love 1: Nocked
Over

Gods of Love
2: Nocked Asunder

Gods of
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Gods of
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Print Books by Sam Cheever

Dancin’
With the Devil 1: ‘Tween Heaven and Hell

Dancin’
With the Devil 2: ‘Tween a Devil and His Hard Place

Dancin’
With the Devil 3: ‘Tween Heart’s Fire and Devil’s Delight

Gods
of Love 1: Nocked Over

Gods of Love 2:
Nocked Asunder