💦Hands On The Mat💦The studio door clicked shut, leaving only the soft sound of waves crashing on the Cefalù beach below."Lock it, Lucia," he said, voice low and calm.I turned the lock, pulse already racing. "Signor Rossi, you wanted a private session after hours?"Marco Rossi stood in the center of the sunlit studio, barefoot on the wooden floor, wearing loose black shorts and a fitted tank that showed off his powerful arms and chest. Tall, olive-skinned, with sharp cheekbones and intense hazel eyes that always seemed to see too much. At 35, he owned half the luxury villas along this coast and moved like a man who controlled everything around him.He watched me unroll my mat. "Call me Marco. And yes, I need you to push me today, hard."I swallowed, adjusting my tight yoga leggings and cropped top. At 27, I’d built a small but loyal clientele teaching vinyasa flow here in Sicily but Marco had been taking my classes for three weeks, always watching me a littl
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