He glances over his shoulder and winks. “I told you it was a couples’ activity.”
“Not sex class with your friends.”
“Us old people have to put in the work to keep up with people your age,” he teases.
“Speak for yourself.” Lennox Langfield steps in next, her husband Aiden at her side, his hand wrapped around hers. Lennox is probably the most recognizable Langfield because her hair is a beautiful faded pink color. “She’ll have to figure out how to keep up with us.”
I step around Camden and point at her. “I can get on board with that.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll go slow for your first time. I’ll talk you through it.” She gives me a salacious wink, and a shiver works its way down my spine. Shit. Do I have a crush on her too? I think I might.
Hannah cackles and Sara squeals. “Ah, I love this.”
“All right, everyone, thank you for coming to my tantric sex class.”
All the air leaves my lungs when Angel’s words register.
Beside me, Camden is covering his mouth, shoulders shaking, trying but failing to hide his quiet laughter.
“Tantric sex,” I mouth.
He grins. “Have I told you that Hannah used to write a sexcolumn? Have you heard of Calliope? She’s the original. She always loved teaching her readers about the wide variety of sexual positions.”
My throat goes dry. Calliope?
Thankfully Camden is looking at Hannah, so he doesn’t notice my reaction.
“Yup.” She holds a finger to her lips. “But don’t tell anyone. Calliope’s identity is a well-kept secret. Don’t want people to discover that those old articles were about Daniel and me.”
Daniel shrugs, a cocky smile in place. “I wouldn’t mind if the entire population knew how I rocked your world back then and now.”
Sara throws her head back and laughs. “You mean the article about the bad sex you had on night one?”
I look from one person to another, unable to keep up with the banter. I’m too in my head. What are the fucking chances that Camden’s best friend’s wife is the original author of my column? The column where I write about all my dateswith Camden.
Shit.
“Let’s get into position.” Angel lies on her mat, demonstrating the correct position. She spreads her legs and tilts her pelvis up. “We’re going to start with pelvic thrusts.”
Daniel drops to an empty mat. “Oh, I’ve got this down, baby.”
Brooks glares at him, then his wife. “Why the fuck are we here?”
Sara pushes him toward a mat. “Be a good boy for me, okay?”
When he gives her a look that’s both heated and annoyed, like he’s obsessed and he wishes he could hide it, I have to look away.
“We all know you’ve still got those goalie thighs,” she teases, plopping down in front of him. Even after four kids, the woman has an incredible body. And she flaunts it, sticking her ass up and thrusting her pelvis down like Angel is.
“You really want me to do this?” I mumble to Camden.
He’s already in position, grinning up at me. “You heard her, baby girl. Ass up. Give me a show.”
“Okay, Daddy,” I breathe out so only he can hear me. “You’ve been warned.”
For the next forty-five minutes, Angel walks us through eachmovement. The girls tease their men relentlessly. Aiden and Daniel are all about it too, their movements pure sex.
Brooks is bright red the majority of the time. Mostly because every few seconds, Sara yells out obscenities like “Yeah, Brookie, just like that. Make Mama proud!”and“Shit, girls, can we get them to take it off?”
