Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale...
Mary groaned deeply as she felt herself stretching so well right there on the floor. Yes, this was what being stretched felt like—warmth. And watching those mind-shattering white shorts of their yoga instructor made her sweat even more.
Yesterday, after her yoga class with Jane, she came home, and instead of resting and perhaps daydreaming, there was a knock on her door, and she just stood there, in shock, and was simply speechless. Her secret husband was back, along with his demanding, glorious self. He was standing at the door, the man-w***e of a boss. The most attractive and demanding boss on this bloody planet, not that Mary was complaining; the man was nothing but sweet and gentlemanly, but not to her; besides, she was just his boring, prim, and pro
