It was almost impossible for me to focus on the lesson because my mind was in overdrive the entire time. I knew what was going to happen once we were alone, and it was all I could think about.

Our gazes locked a few times across the gym, and it was clear that he felt the same way. He wanted the class to be over as much as I did, and I had a hard time pretending in front of others. Each time he approached me, my whole body tensed with an awareness only he could create in me.

Amanda noticed it. She threw me an occasional smile and once she raised her thumbs up in encouragement. I nearly wanted to die of shame, willing myself to be less transparent.

As soon as the last girl left, he dimmed the lights and played a slow song. He took me to a sofa in the corner of the room, his fingers securely wrapped around my hand.

The smell of his sweat and his scent mixed, creating a potent combination. A fine layer of sweat covered his golden-brown skin, adding to his appeal, but that wasn’t surprising—he was the sexiest man I’d ever seen. I just wanted those muscular arms to encircle me and pull me against his strong body.

“Did you enjoy the class?” he asked me, pushing a damp strand of my hair away from my face and behind my ear. I was sure he could hear the maddening thumps of my heart.

“Yes, but more than the class, I enjoyed the view.” I smiled and motioned with my hand at him.

He chuckled. “Same.”

“Same?”

He grew serious, his dark eyes keeping me captivated. His fingers traced my upper arm languidly, his other hand resting on my knee.

“I have to be honest, Lindsey. I’m very attracted to you, and I can’t stop thinking about you.”

I licked my lips, suddenly breathless. It was always too easy for him to leave me out of breath. “I feel the same way.”

“Yeah?” He tucked another strand of my hair behind my ear and leaned in so that his lips skimmed over my forehead. I almost moaned, his proximity setting my every nerve on fire.

“This is the first time I’ve felt this strongly about someone I hardly know, and in the beginning, I wanted to deny it because I never mix business and pleasure. But I know I can’t resist you.”

He kissed my cheek, his hand on my leg inching up and closer to my core. I couldn’t resist him either. Not anymore.

“Then don’t resist me,” I answered with a boldness I hadn’t felt in such a long time, and it felt right.

He groaned and squeezed my thigh. “I want you, baby. So, so much.”

“Then do something about it,” I dared him.

This was all he needed to cup my face and kiss me, erasing every trace of my reason. His tongue delved into my mouth and slid greedily over mine, his hand sliding up to the waistband of my tights. His other hand was resting on the small of my back, pulling me closer to him, and I found myself opening my legs for him.

“What do you want, hermosa? Tell me.”

“I want your hand on my pussy.”

“You don’t need to say it twice.” He reached inside my tights.

“Carlos,” I moaned into his mouth when his fingers pushed into my panties and brushed my clit.

“Tu eres muy preciosa. You’re so precious. Look at you. So deliciously wet for me.”

I leaned against the back of the couch, pushing my hips toward him shamelessly. “Carlos.” My voice wasn’t mine. It was pleading and raspy, and it contained all my need in that one word. “Oh yes.”

“Let’s make your wet pussy come, baby. Let’s give you what you want.”

He stripped me of my tights and panties in two quick moves, and my mound lay bare in front of him, cleanly shaved.

He sucked in his breath, looking at my pussy with pure lust. “Madre de Dios. So beautiful. Small and pink.” He licked his lips. “Come here.”

He made me lean against his shoulder, snaking his arm around my waist while he brought his other hand to my burning core. His long fingers slid through my puffy folds, and I jerked my hips up, his touch sending a bolt of electricity through me.

“Look in the mirror,” he told me, and I looked at our reflection. “Look what I’m doing to you.” Oh sweet Jesus. Everything felt even stronger when I could see it directly, and the erotic image became engraved into my mind.

I didn’t take my eyes off of our reflection, unable to believe how good it felt to experience this. I was panting as he moved his fingers around my clit, then across my vulva, and over my entrance. My juices were flowing out of me, his touch creating a pressure deep in me that promised to explode pretty soon.

“That’s so good. Yes…” I threw my head back, pushing my pussy against his hand.

His chuckle was husky. “So impatient. You want more, huh? Do you?”

“Yes.”

“With pleasure.”

He inserted two fingers into me and started thrusting them into me without mercy, making me even wetter.

“Oh god! Carlos! Yes…” Our eyes met in the mirror, and I convulsed with pleasure.

“So beautiful,” he said, his eyes devouring me, and I rolled my hips, my hands fisting on my sides as I approached my orgasm rapidly.

I was beside myself with pleasure, calling his name in ecstasy. He moved his fingers faster and faster, and when I exploded, I saw white.

“Carlos!” I grabbed his wrist, my whole body rocking under the intensity of my release, and he held me until the last tremor passed.

“So, so beautiful,” he repeated and pulled me in for another kiss.

I could cry from happiness. Engulfed with bliss, I opened my mouth to give his tongue access. I’d never felt this way. So sated. So happy. So safe.

“Thank you,” I muttered into his lips. I didn’t think he could ever realize what this meant to me. It was like an awakening, a sign of light I needed after a long period of darkness.

He grinned and palmed my cheeks, his eyes incredibly warm. “You don’t have to thank me for that, princesa. It was something I’ve wanted ever since I saw you for the first time.”

I leaned away to look at him. “Really?”

He flashed me another of his super sexy smiles. “Really. And I tried to ignore it because you’re my student, but every time I saw you I couldn’t stop imagining myself doing many things to you.” His fingers stroked my cheek. “I can’t stop thinking about you. During classes, when I go to sleep… You’re always on my mind. What have you done to me?”

“I used magic spells,” I joked.

He chuckled. “Your allure is way stronger than any magic spell. You’re so beautiful, Lindsey. And I want more. Much more. In fact, I’d like to take you to dinner tomorrow, if that’s okay with you.”

I didn’t respond immediately, afraid of where this would lead us. I was afraid of telling him I wanted him only to lose him. But Nat would knock me with a frying pan if I messed this up.

Okay. I was making a leap of faith here.

“I’d love that.”

He responded with another kiss, and I literally melted in his arms. We made out for a few minutes, both of us out of breath when we finally separated.

“I should go home. I’m getting up early tomorrow for a meeting.”

“It’s late so let me drive you home,” he offered in a gravelly voice, his eyes tracing my puffy lips. “That way I can also get to kiss you some more.”

I didn’t need any convincing. He locked the studio and took me to a black Tesla that waited for him in the parking lot.

His scent was everywhere in the car. I’d orgasmed just earlier, but I was still aroused. His hand was on my thigh during the whole ride, taunting me, and I was close to begging him to make me come again.

He groaned. “You’re making this hard for me,” he said, taking a quick glance at me.

“Making what hard?”

“You know very well. That face you’re having now… It’s clear that you want more, and I want to give it to you. So badly. And I can’t focus on anything else but you. I want you so much, baby.”

Fully turned on, I opened my mouth to invite him to my place, but then I stopped, reminded by that annoying voice that things were going a bit too fast. I didn’t want him to see me as someone who he could conquer in one night only. What if we slept together and he lost interest?

Nat told me to go with the flow, but as much as I wanted him, I wasn’t ready. Ugh. Everything seemed so complicated.

I didn’t need to say anything, because he saw right through me, my expression telling him everything he needed to know. He removed his hand from my thigh.

“Look, I don’t want you to feel like I’m pressuring you. If you think this is going too fast, tell me.”

Relief washed over me because of his understanding. “Thank you. Maybe it’s a bit too fast, which sounds absurd now after that orgasm you gave me.”

He returned my smile and cupped my cheek. “It’s not absurd at all. I’ll wait for as long as it takes.”

I leaned into his touch, my heart swelling with a new emotion, but I was scared to analyze it. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re amazing?”

“No. You’re the first.”

“Well, you are.”

He didn’t say anything, coming closer to me to kiss me instead. Our mouths fused together, and the rest of the world stopped to exist again. His hands explored my back and waist as his tongue danced with mine, and for a moment there, I wanted to throw caution to the wind and drag him to my bedroom.

“I can’t wait to see you tomorrow, preciosa.” He told me, brushing my lower lip with his thumb. “Good night. Sleep tight.”

“Good night, Carlos.” I pecked his cheek and got out of his car. I turned to close the door and noticed that his eyes had been on my ass before he met my gaze. I smirked at him. “Like what you see?”

“Always. By the way, you have a very sexy ass. Those tights fit you so nicely.”

“Why, thank you.” I chuckled and closed the door, in seventh heaven. I could feel his gaze on me as I walked over to my building, a permanent smile on my face. The whole evening had been perfect.

I climbed the stairs, thinking about Carlos’s fingers on my bare mound… Then his eyes that seared into me in the mirror… His strong body that made me feel safe… And then that moment when I came, my mind going blank...

I’d never felt this way with anyone so quickly before. I entered my apartment and threw myself on the couch, my mound throbbing with desire. I touched myself over my tights, imagining it was Carlos who was touching me. Maybe it was a mistake to deny him tonight. I should have let him take me right away… Yes, it had been definitely a mistake.

The doorbell broke into my little moment, and my lips curled into a smile. Carlos was back. Yes.

I jumped to my feet, feeling so turned on that I rushed to the door to open it. Without even looking through the peephole, I flung the door open, carrying a seductive smile.

My words died on my lips when I saw the person on the other side of the threshold.

It wasn’t Carlos.

It was Glen.