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No pushing or pulling. No giving or taking.
We move in harmony. We hold each other with passion.
I gasp as my orgasm builds. He kisses my neck and grips me closer, disallowing me to move away from the impending pleasure that feels like it’ll be too much that I might burst.
I look him in the eye and let him know I’m here with him. His forehead creases, and a vein protrudes. He’s holding on to me so tightly, chasing his own orgasm and bringing me with him for the ride.
We’re fire and ice.
Wild and free.
Basking in the joy of lovemaking and promises of forever, for once, I don’t want to run away. In this moment, all I know is, all I want is now. Forever.
CHAPTERTHIRTY
Today, I’m in my happy place.
“Come on, people. I want to see you kick the shit out of those bags!”
Keeping the reps to the rhythm of the music, my class gives kicks and jabs to the bags in front of them.
“Right hook, right hook, left uppercut, and an elbow right to the face!”
I have an extra pep in my step today. Running around the room in my sports bra and high-waisted yoga pants, I’m getting the class charged up. I did my own workout before they came in and am living off the adrenaline high.
Kickboxing has always been my workout of choice. When I was asked to teach class one day, I jumped at the chance, and now, I teach one class a week. Jillian and Melissa were coming until they got pregnant. I tried to explain pregnant women could still work out, but they’re a bunch of wimps. I really miss having them in class.
Alas, a new student joined today. Rob started in the front of the class. He isn’t shy about being front and center for everyone to watch as he follows along with my instruction to a T. His bravado about being able to easily do the workout falters about thirty minutes in. For a man who works in construction, he’s a little winded. This is a high-intensity workout, so I’m not surprised.
He, however, looks like he’s about to die.
From the red on his face and the sweat dripping down his back, the man is at peak exertion.
At the end of the session, I lead the class in a cooldown in the form of an abdominal series of crunches and ladders, followed by a minute-long plank hold.
“You call that a cooldown?” Rob jokes as I peel him off the mat at the end of the session.
“You had a hard time keeping up, old man.” I give him a fierce pat on the back.
“That’s a great workout. A bit of a wake-up call. I’m not in shape anymore. I might have to start coming more often.”
Jumping up and down, I clap my hands. “I’d love that!”
He gives a disapproving look at my excitement, which makes me do it more overdramatically.
After class, we hit up Beans and Leaves for iced coffees and go back to my condo to shower. Rob has to get the kids and head home while I plan on going to the office to switch out files.
He’s making us breakfast in my kitchen when I come out, dressed for the day.
“What time are you heading back to the ranch?” I ask him just as his cell phone rings.
He holds up a finger to let me know he’ll answer my question as soon as he answers the call.
My cell phone vibrates with a text. I read it and look at Rob, who appears to be listening to what I was just told via text.
“Melissa’s in labor!” I squeal.
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