Leah Pressing my lip into a tight line, I pretend to disapprove of his words, because that’s what I should do, right? I mean, I’m sprawled out naked beneath him, exposed and vulnerable. We’re in a yoga studio, surrounded by mirrors that let me see how big he is, how he moves, and how sexy his body is from every angle. That’s kinky enough, isn’t it? But this relationship differs from anything I’ve experienced before. I know I can tell him anything, my deepest, darkest desires, and he’ll still desire me. He wants to know everything, and he wants me to enjoy myself. For once in my life, a man is truly interested in knowing what makes me tick instead of just taking what he wants. Rex’s nose twitches and his eyes flash. He can tell that something about the idea turns me on. Not the idea of Bodhi watching, but that somebody, anybody, might see us with all this glass and mirrors. I feel Rex’s muscles tighten. His broad chest glistens with sweat as he holds himself steady. The urge to stre
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