The Fling

12

My phone alarm woke me from a deep nap, and I reluctantly climbed out of bed and put on some workout clothes. I bought a new pair of form-fitting athletic pants specifically for this trip but had forgotten about them until now. As I stood in front of the floor-length mirror on the closet door, I noticed that they made my ass look great, especially paired with the cropped top I picked out.

I'd told the girls I'd meet them for smoothies before the hot yoga class we'd signed up for after loving the first one, and as we sipped them, we lamented that the trip was coming to and end.

"I know I've thanked you a dozen times," I said, "but I'm saying it again. Thank you for planning this and for being there for me throughout the trauma of my divorce."

"What are friends for, if not to whisk you away to a fancy resort where you end up getting your brains fucked out by one of the hottest celebrities in the world?" Mia quipped.

El added, "I wish I could say this was our plan all along, but maybe you should be thanking fate for intervening and providing you with what you needed."

I looked up at the blue skies that were visible through the atrium ceiling. "Thank you universe! I really needed what you gave me!"

"And just think...you get a whole other night of it," Mia said.

"It's our last night, so I'm definitely going to savor every moment."

"Why do I feel like poor Shawn is going to be exhausted when you're done with him?" El teased.

We laughed and then finished our protein-packed fruit and vegetable drinks.

When we entered the studio, I was surprised to see Shawn sitting cross-legged on a mat. There was a spot next to him, but if I took it, I wouldn't be with my friends. I led them towards the front where we could all be together, and as I unfolded my mat, I gave him a smile. He winked in response.

We were twenty minutes into the class when the instructor had us go into a downward dog pose. While my head was lowered, I peered through my legs and saw that Shawn's head was lifted so that he was staring at me. Our eyes locked and then he mouthed, "My room." Or at least that's what I thought he was saying- it was hard to be sure since it was upside down.

By the time the class ended, I was sweating out of every pore in my body. It felt good to release the toxins from the night before, but hot yoga was also draining. I rolled up the mat, and set it with the others to be disinfected. When my friends and I exited, I expected to see Shawn in the hall waiting for me, but he was nowhere to be found.

"Does your lover have another class?" Mia giggled.

"Ew. Don't call him that! I think he went back to his room."

"And you're going to join him?" El asked.

"I might. Is that okay? It's our last full day here. Did you want to do something together?"

Both of them shook their heads. Mia responded, "We talked about sitting by the pool this afternoon since we have reflection time. You go have fun!"

I considered showering first for the sake of hygiene, but my eagerness to see Shawn guided me directly to his room. I knocked softly, and the door flung open immediately. He grabbed me by the wrist and yanked me inside.

"Do you have any idea what it's like to be a guy and get aroused during yoga class?" he growled as he pulled me against his damp body.

"Not really. Does this happen to you often?"

"No!" he scowled. "It's never happened until today, but watching you killed me. Every time you got in a pose, I had a perfect view of your amazing ass. I kept thinking about how I could fuck you while you were positioned like that."

"I don't think you're supposed to be checking people out during yoga!" This was why I took a women-only Pilates class; I didn't need to be subjected to the male gaze while exercising.

"I don't normally look at anyone but for fuck's sake, Abigail, those pants are insane on you."

Was I pleased that he noticed? Definitely. I went years being practically invisible to my husband, so this was extremely flattering. "Did you get hard?" I asked, pressing myself against him and feeling that he definitely was now.

"I started to, but I think my compression underwear and loose shorts concealed it. That didn't make it any less awkward, though, and I ran back here for fear it would grow even more noticeable." As soon as the words left his mouth, he attacked me with kisses on my neck.

"I'm super sweaty," I said, stating the obvious.

He lifted me up and carried me to his bed. "You're about to get even sweatier."

We peeled the clothing from each other's bodies and began kissing. When he moved his hot wet lips down my body, I gasped. Back when he was more of a giver, Bert wouldn't consider going down on me unless I was freshly showered. Shawn, however, seemed even hungrier for me than ever. Instead of letting my inhibitions about how I smelled or tasted take over, I closed my eyes and savored the feeling of his tongue.

"Oh my god," I moaned as the fire started burning within me, signaling that I was very close.

Shawn lifted his head. "I should make you wait as punishment for what you put me through during that class."

"Don't you dare!"

He chuckled, and his curls bounced against his forehead, falling into his eyes. I reached down and brushed them back, and for a split second there was something much more than sex going on between us, which caused my heart to skip a beat. He let out an audible sigh before dipping his face back between my thighs, and it took mere seconds for me to explode in ecstasy.

I thought we'd cuddle as I came down from the intense high, but he got up, grabbed a condom, and while I was still pulsating, he entered me. "I can feel you," he murmured in my ear. "Jesus Christ, that's so hot." Shawn pulled out abruptly and looked at me with dark eyes before he commanded, "Get on your hands and knees."

This move changed the angle of contact significantly. He was going deeper than ever before, and each hard thrust made a sound escape my lips. Had his primal kickboxing class released the animal within him? If so, I was very appreciative.

Sweat dripped off his brow onto my ass as he continued to move in and out of me, his large hands grasping my flesh. "I think I'm going to-" an intense second orgasm prevented me from finishing my sentence, and as I came, I felt a gush of release, which had never happened to me before. If he noticed, it did not phase him, because he reached his peak right after, letting out a loud grunt as he thrust into me roughly.

After he'd thrown out the condom, he pulled me into his arms. "It keeps getting better and better," he said a few minutes later.

A lump formed in my throat. He was right, but our time together was almost over. "Do you have another class this afternoon?" I asked.

"No."

"I'm free until dinner, but I need to eat with my friends. Apparently it's a special meal since it's the last one. After that, I'm all yours."

"I've rolled my eyes more times than I can count over some of the stuff they do here, but I'll gladly sign up for another week if you stay here with me."

My heart began beating faster. What he suggested was impossible since I had to get home to my kids. "I can't, but thank you for asking. It feels good to know you enjoyed our time together as much as I have."

"It doesn't have to end, Abigail. We both live in LA," he said softly.

I sat up, gathering the sheet around me. "I thought we were on the same page that this was a temporary thing."

"At first, yeah. I'm not looking for a relationship right now, but that doesn't mean we can't see each other. Keep things casual."

"I don't think that's a good idea."

His brow furrowed. "Why?"

"Because there's no future for us! You just said you don't want a relationship, and I respect that, but it's not going to prevent me from growing attached to you. I've been through too much heartbreak recently to knowingly set myself up for more!"

I'd just expressed a fear that I hadn't even allowed my consciousness to fully acknowledge: I was afraid of falling for Shawn.