SINFUL CLAIM 2

MY YOGA INSTRUCTOR 2

BLAIR

The moment we stepped into his apartment, I could feel it—an almost electric pull between us. My back hit the door with a soft thud, his body pressing into mine, his heat sinking through my dress. I’d wanted this for weeks… maybe months.

Then his hands were at my waist, sliding down, gripping, lifting my dress until it bunched around my hips. The cool air kissed my bare skin.

He paused, eyes widening when he realized I wasn’t wearing any ...