Beautiful Betrayal Bonus Content
Bonus Scene
Brielle
Pilates studio opening
Today is the day. In a few hours, my friends and family will join me for my Pilates studio grand opening—Club Serenity. Not only does it have two rooms with state-of-the-art equipment, but in the lobby, there’s a bar with healthy food and drinks.
“You know,” Kane says, stepping inside, “I never did get my private class.”
I turn around and glance at my husband, who’s dressed in a pair of gray dress pants and a white collared shirt, the sleeves rolled to his elbows.
“Well, you’re not exactly dressed for Pilates,” I mention with a smirk.
“Hmm.” He closes the door and locks it behind him and then starts to unbutton his shirt, exposing his toned chest and torso.
Because it’s still early, nobody is here. I came in first to double-check everything before my employees started to arrive.
“What about now?” he asks, dropping the shirt onto the floor.
“Pants are a little baggy,” I point out. “Wouldn’t want them to get caught on the equipment.”
“Noted.” He makes a show of unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, and then he toes his shoes off before sliding the material down his muscular thighs and stepping out of them.
“How about now?” He grins mischievously.
“I think we can work with that. Usually, you need grippy socks.” I glance down at his socked feet. “But I’ll let it slide this time.”
I turn around and head to the room with Kane following.
“This is your reformer,” I tell him, pointing to the first one of ten. “Sit on it, and we’ll get started.”
He smirks but does as I said.
Before he sits, I adjust the carriage since he’s taller, and I then stand at the end.
Once he’s sitting, I point at the foot bar. “Put your feet up here, the balls of your feet on the bar, and lie back. You can lift the headrest if it’s more comfortable.”
He lies back, putting his feet up and adjusting the headrest so he’s able to look at me instead of the ceiling.
“Now, slowly, push back.”
He pushes back with too much strength and flies up and then springs back down, making the carriage smack against the edge.
“Shit!” he hisses.
I bark out a laugh and saunter over to him.
“Not like that,” I say, swinging my leg over so I’m straddling him. “Slowly.”
His eyes turn heated, and his hands go to my bump. Since I started showing, Kane’s favorite pastime is rubbing my belly—especially since we’ve started to feel our little girl kick.
“Nuh-uh.” I remove his hands from my body. “Hands at your sides. Use only your core to shift up and down in controlled movements.”
He does it again, and this time, his landing is smoother.
“Good boy. Do it again.”
When he pushes off, I rub my center against his growing erection, and once again, he lands too hard, making the carriage bang against the edge.
“Try a—”
Before I can finish my command, he uses his shins to shift me forward. His mouth collides with mine while his hands palm my sensitive breasts.
I grind my heat against his hard length, and he growls into my mouth just before he reaches down and rips my leggings at the seams.
“Tell me I can fuck you,” he murmurs against my lips.
It doesn’t matter how many times we’ve had sex. He always makes sure that I’m in control.
“Yes!” I breathe.
The word is barely out of my mouth when my panties are shoved to the side and he thrusts into me from the bottom.
My hands go to his chest, using him for support as he fucks me, hitting the spot deep within me that he knows will get me to climax quickly.
A few thrusts later, and I’m screaming Kane’s name, taking him straight over the edge of pleasure with me.
“Holy shit,” he rasps, sitting up and kissing me. “Now, that’s the kind of Pilates I’d be down to do.”
I snort out a laugh. “You’re lucky I have extra leggings in my office.” I climb off him, and he holds my hand, making sure I’m steady. “And now, we’re going to need to disinfect this reformer.”
“Or”—Kane smirks—“we can bring this one home, and you can give me some more private classes.”
***
“Brielle!” Mom coos. “This place is amazing! I’m so proud of you.”
“Thank you.” I glance around at everyone who has shown up for the opening, and my heart clenches in my chest. Not only did I find my passion, but I’ve found my soulmate, and we have a baby on the way.
“You okay?” Kane asks, always sensing my emotions.
“Yes,” I tell him. “Everything is perfect. Thank you for this.” I wave my hand around the studio. “I couldn’t have done this without you.”
“Of course you could’ve.” He scoffs. “You’re the most independent, determined woman I know. You would’ve found a way.” He kisses the corner of my mouth. “But I’m glad that I could help.” He leans in, his lips brushing my ear. “Now, what do you say we kick all these people out and you can show me a few more moves on that reformer? I’m thinking instead of me lying on it, I can stand behind it while you go on your hands and knees, and I can fuck you from behind.”
“That sounds like a damn good idea,” I agree.