Chapter 13

I wasn’t sure how long I had slept, but when I stirred, the light still lingered, hinting that only an hour or so had passed. I stretched slowly, trying to ignore the soreness in my ribs and arm. As I opened my eyes, I was met with a vision that both shocked and thrilled me.

Monique was on the floor, her body draped in a tight beige bodysuit. At first glance, I thought she was nude, her smooth skin and curves seemingly exposed. She lay on a yoga mat, moving fluidly through a stretching routine that immediately captured my attention. I stayed still, not wanting to alert her to my watchful gaze, but I couldn’t help myself. My eyes drank in the sight of her, her body bending with such grace and strength that it took my breath away. She was completely focused, completely unaware of the effect she was having on me.

Her movements were slow, deliberate, as she arched and twisted, each pose a display of her flexibility. I felt a wave of desire stir deep inside me. The bodysuit clung to her like a second skin, highlighting every curve and inch of her toned body. She wasn’t petite, but every part of her was sculpted—muscles defined but soft, strong yet feminine. I loved how her curves seemed to draw me in, her body a masterpiece in motion.

I kept my breathing steady, trying to fight the impulse to touch myself. The urge was overwhelming, but I resisted, too aware of my voyeurism to act on it. Instead, I let myself fantasize, imagining what it would feel like to hold her, to touch her as she moved. She had no idea how badly she was affecting me, and that only made the moment feel more electric.

After some time, Monique finished her routine, lying flat on her back, eyes closed, breathing deeply. I could tell she was meditating, ending her practice in stillness. My eyes barely opened, just enough to keep her in my peripheral vision as she knelt, rolling up her mat. As she stood, her back to me, I watched the movement of her body, the supple curve of her hips and the soft sway of her ass. I thought I had escaped detection, until she turned and looked over her shoulder. Her eyes met mine, and she blew me a teasing kiss.

I froze, heat rising to my face, and my heart pounded. She knew. She had known. The realization was both thrilling and maddening.

Taking a few steadying breaths, I tried to calm my racing thoughts. I needed to rein in the rush of emotions, the desire that threatened to overwhelm me. When Monique returned a short while later, my heart skipped a beat. She had changed again—this time into a tight brown skirt that hugged her hips and a white blouse tied at the waist, leaving little to the imagination. It was clear she wore no bra underneath, and the way the blouse clung to her chest made my pulse quicken. She wore the same shoes she always danced in, and I knew exactly what was coming.

“Dinner’s in the oven and will be ready in about an hour,” she said casually, her voice low and inviting. “I thought I’d practice my dancing. It’s been too long since I danced for you.”

The music started, and I found myself once again captivated. Monique’s hips swayed effortlessly with the rhythm, her body flowing as if it were made to move like that. I couldn’t look away. There was something hypnotic about the way she moved—her every step, every sway, every subtle gesture had me completely entranced. I wanted to hold her, to guide her in this dance, to be a part of it.

But then, the music shifted, taking on a faster, more sensual beat. The tone of the dance changed, becoming more erotic. Monique’s movements mirrored the rhythm, more deliberate now as she caressed her own body. Her hands slid over her breasts, her eyes closing as she reveled in the feeling. I felt my mouth go dry as she ran her hands down her body, reaching the waistband of her skirt. The blouse she wore loosened, and I caught glimpses of the soft curve of her breast, the hardening tip of her nipple. I felt myself growing harder, unable to control the flood of desire coursing through me.

A soft moan escaped her lips as her hand toyed with her nipple, and I had to grip the edge of the chair to steady myself. She looked up, catching my gaze, and saw the effect she had on me. Her lips curled into a wicked smile as she seductively slid the blouse off her shoulders, letting it hang from her elbows like a restraint. She danced on, moving her body sensually, as if she were in her own world and I was the only spectator.