EMMA

“Let me help you with that pose.”

Marcus’s words hung in the air like a challenge. His hands stayed locked on my hips, fingers digging into my bare skin where the leggings had torn open. I was still stuck in downward dog, ass high, pussy completely exposed and dripping for the entire class behind me. My arms shook. My face burned. But my body leaned back into his touch before my brain could argue.

“Marcus,” I breathed, voice barely carrying. “They’re all watching.”

“Exactly.” He shifted closer. I felt the hard length of his cock press against my ass cheek as he freed himself. Hot. Thick. He rubbed it...