Jennifer Probst - The Tantric Principle

Once she realized I was only a man, the glamour tarnished and she looked elsewhere.” His voice hardened. “No, I’m glad it happened. The next time I won’t make such a mistake.” A surge of messy emotions attacked her. Arianna defended her inner fortress and fought her feelings for the man lying beside her. A man brave enough to tell the truth. A man who could probably never trust her, afraid she'd mirror his ex-wife and would one day look upon her tarnished knight and move on. She knew differently though, in that brief moment, in bed at the hotel in the dark. Grant Madison was a man she could fall in love with. A man she could build a future with and entrust her heart to. The irony of their relationship tore through her and stole her breath. They were different types of people who moved in opposite worlds. An affair was the only thing Grant could offer her. A secret affair. Unfortunately, Arianna was in too deep to walk away. She knew she’d take whatever he offered, give him everything he wanted, and wait. For the day he left.

Until then, she’d take it day by day. Just as he taught her.

She shimmied up and over until her body pressed over his, hip to hip, breast to chest. She tucked her head in the crook of his shoulder and felt his breath stir the hair by her temple. Limbs entangled and skin slid against skin. She whispered the words into the dark, the only gift she could give him, the only gift he would take.

“You belong to me now.” She paused. “For a little while.” The words were sweet as they hung in the air between them, And then he was kissing her, and everything went hazy and gray.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

They grinned at each other stupidly as students swarmed around them and chattered.

Arianna clenched her hands into fists to keep from touching him. She ached to slide the band from his hair and let the inky strands fall around her fingers. He wore his usual attire of black in a tank top and work out pants. His feet were bare.

She prayed he had the same thoughts as he stared at her. She felt his gaze skim over the low cut halter top and linger on her cleavage. Touch on her nipples. Sliding lower, over her tummy and hips, then back up slowly to lock his gaze with hers. The breath spilled out of her lips at the sensual contact and she took a step forward, dying to touch him, just once.

“Grant?”

Arianna jumped and busied herself with packing up her stuff. The young blonde looked at Grant with a serious case of hero worship and launched into a series of complements regarding the school and how he’d helped her.

Arianna watched from the corner of her eye. Grant impressed her. He was kind, open, and completely in teacher/business mode. There was nothing inappropriate in his gestures, but he did lay a hand on her arm in gentle support. Arianna caught the blonde’s triumph and realized the student believed Grant was interested on a deeper level. Her naked gaze mirrored Arianna’s own from weeks ago.

Suddenly uneasy, Arianna stuffed her bag in the carrier and made her way toward the door.

“Arianna?”

She turned at the sound of her name on his lips. “Yes?”

“Would you mind staying behind and helping me lock up?” The blonde rushed to his rescue. “Oh, I can help you, Grant.” Grant smiled. “Thanks, Missy, but I need to go over a few things with Arianna. She helped me out at the Boston conference.”

Missy nodded but her eyes tracked her competition suspiciously. Arianna held back a groan. First day and already there were issues. She felt like she was back in college having an affair with a professor rather than a yoga teacher. For God’s sake, she wasn’t even being graded!

Arianna took the opportunity to look around at what her lover had built. The studio boasted of floor to ceiling windows with the view of the towering Manhattan skyscrapers fighting for glory amidst streaky blue skies. The wooden floor and beams gleamed with high polish. Ruthlessly organized and clean, there was a raised stage in the front for speakers and demonstrations, but the rest of the space was dedicated to the practice. Mediation blankets, mats and cushions stacked against the far wall. A perfect circle in black and gold was painted at the entrance. Students stood in the circle and bowed before entering the sacred space. It was a practice to become centered and leave the world behind them for the time they practiced. In a city of ruthless competition, Grant had built something special and unique amidst the chaos.

Arianna listed to Grant’s words as he ushered the young Missy out of the school and locked the door behind her. She turned to face a sudden masculine irritation.

“Where do you think you were going?” he demanded.

Her belly jumped at his commanding tone and she took a step back. “Home.” Grant stalked her slowly across the room like a graceful predator. “Don’t think so. It’s been a few days. I’ve missed you.”

“I’m working a big account. I needed to catch up.”

“Were you avoiding me?” he asked.

He closed the gap. Her back hit the wall. Arianna tilted her chin up and met his gaze head on. “A little.”

The slow, masculine grin that transformed his carved features took her breath. “Good, at least you’re still telling me the truth. Now kiss me properly.” He didn’t wait for her response, just took her in his arms and dived right in. His mouth urged her lips open with a sensual persuasion, then slipped his tongue in the wet depths of her mouth to play. Arianna drank in the heady taste of male hunger and coffee. Her nails dug into his shoulders in punishment and a need she couldn’t seem to slake.

He lifted his mouth from hers and cupped her face in his hands. “Hi, babe.” Her heart melted.

She smiled back, damning her own weakness and his gorgeous dark eyes and his scent that called to her in basic lustful need. “Hi.”

“Feel better?”

She sighed and laid her head against his chest. “Sorry. I think the weekend threw me for a bit. I needed to get my footing. Then Missy came along.” He held her back from him, one eyebrow raised. “What does Missy have to do with us?” She shrugged. “Made me realize there are always going to be students who want to cross the line with you. I thought I was special, but I’m one of many.” Temper lit his gaze and he stepped away from her. “Hold on. A student is a little friendly and you naturally assume I do this with everyone?”

“No, I—“

“You are special. I never cross this line, not after it cost me my marriage and my business. But I couldn’t get you out of my mind. So we’re going to play this out.” Anger speared through her. Arianna frowned. “Play this out? I’m not part of your plan to get me out of your system, buddy. I don’t know what we’re doing here. One moment you told me this would never happen between us, the next we’re spending the weekend in bed. Now we’re hiding our relationship but I can’t make a comment about another student wanting you.”

“Are you jealous?” he demanded.

Arianna moved in and met him toe to toe. A growl of temper sprang from her lips as she challenged him. “Get over yourself. I happen to trust you. I just realized this is something we need to deal with. Hiding our affair may make things more complicated. Now, I’m going home.” With a strong shake of her head, she turned on her heel.

He spun her right back. “Don’t you get it? I never wanted anyone else like I want you.

I’m just trying to figure this out.”

“No, you want things nice and tidy. I told you I’m not one of your yoga worshippers, ready to follow you around and do your bidding.”

“I don’t want a worshipper! I want you!” he shouted.

Silence slammed upon them. He waited a beat. Another. Another.

Then he moved. He grabbed and took hold, his mouth coming down hard on hers and suddenly the fire ripped through them. She tore at the band of his hair and fisted her fingers into the inky strands. His tongue thrust in and out of her mouth, demanding more and more, until she wrapped her legs around his hips and squeezed tightly. With one quick motion, he grabbed a mat from the wall, tossed it on the floor and pushed her down. Hands and mouth and teeth tore at each other with a ravenous hunger. He ripped off her clothes and buried his fingers in her wet heat. She arched underneath him and cried out, and he went deeper, harder, until she shimmered with tension and she came against his hand in a rush of wetness and heat.

He ripped down his pants and thrust into her, keeping the movement urgent, pushing her to her second climax, then slowed his movements to a gentle rocking. Her body relaxed, spent, and she felt him still hard and buried deep.

“What happened?” she asked in confusion.

He nuzzled her breasts through the tight lycra, teasing her nipple to tighten and push against the material. “I don’t have a condom.”

“Then I can take care of you.”

He chuckled and kept her firmly under him. She felt him pulse between her legs. “No, I just want to feel what it’s like to stay inside you for a while. You’re so tight, baby, tight and wet.

I can stay here forever.” He rocked again and tugged down her top to lick her nipples. Arianna moaned. The friction on her clitoris kept her on the fine edge of the third orgasm. Sensitive to every movement, he teased her. The rough hair on his thighs scraped against her sensitive skin.

He circled his hips so she felt the whole length of him pressed deep inside of her. Every sensation felt electrified, her nerve endings raw, her orgasm close. His control was a fine edged sword of pain and pleasure. Time dragged on as he brought her close and back, over and over, until she urged him with her fingers and her voice and her teeth to finish.