A Taste of Chi

I'd been with Andrew for seven years—and we hadn't made love once. You would think two expert yoga instructors would have incredible sex, but he believed it was a waste of chi, a loss of vital life force. And slowly he made me think the same way, taming the sexuality that was once so fervent in me.

Then Cormac Smith walked into one of my classes. Suddenly seven years' worth of pent-up emotions and sexual frustration stirred, making me realize just how much I had sacrificed—and what Cormac could give me instead....