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my current activity.” Her abundant hair hung down all around her. She swung the club back and tapped the golf ball. It veered off to the left of the little hole.
“Do you like golfing?” He watched her.
Before answering, she hit the ball once more. This time it not only went left, but way past the hole. “Not particularly.” She corralled a third ball.
If nothing else, the woman was extremely focused. A laser was dull compared to her.
At eyeing his opportunity, he did the guy thing went up behind her, pressing their bodies together and placing his hands over hers on the club. “Try to relax.”
“Isn’t that what golf is for?” Rather than relax, her muscles tensed. “If you tell me to keep my eye on the ball I don’t have to tell you where the ball will end up, right?”
“Seriously, you need to relax, you’re like a golf robot, and it doesn’t work that way.” He let go of her hands only to wrangle her hair and hook it over one shoulder.
“Do you know how it works?” As if trying to comply, she tilted her head from side to side.
“By the way someone yelled out my name last night, I didn’t think you needed to ask that question.” He ran his lips from her ear down to neck. “I have a great way we can both relax.”
“Ryder.” She shivered.
“Watch this.” At the same time he took her earlobe between his teeth, he pulled the putter back and tapped the ball.
His luck intact, the little white ball complied with his wishes and rolled dutifully into the hole. “I’d never tell you to keep your eye on the ball. I would tell you to keep your eye on the prize.”
“And just what is that prize?” She scooted another ball over.
“I’ll let you have one guess.” As he helped her take another shot, he gave her a light kiss in the junction between her neck and shoulder, a particularly tasty spot, especially with the way her perfume swirled around him, a clean scent that reminded him of a fresh breeze.
Again, the ball hit the mark.
“Are you a golfer, Mr. Scott?” At least her voice waivered a little.
He opened his mouth and gave her a more intense kiss. With her, his body took off with only the aid of thoughts and kisses, a much more welcome occurrence than having to rely on concentration and porn to perform. “I played a businessman a couple of years ago in this romantic comedy, you know the type, the thirty-something billionaire, and I had to golf in a few scenes. I went on the course a few times, it’s part of my method.” He moved his hands to her waist. “I can show you some other methods.” Suddenly he had to have her.
“Did I ever tell you about my method?” Right as he slid up to cup her magnificent breasts, she dropped her club and caught his hands, halting his progress.
“I am happy to have you demonstrate your method anytime.” Maybe she wanted to set the pace. More than fine by him.
“My method involves having a superstar escort me to a charity function tonight. I need to be seen being nice, apparently acting like a human.” She kept a firm hold on him.
“I am even better at making women look good at functions than I am at golf, but not as good as other things.” While she might not surrender, he wouldn’t give up and kept his hands as far up as she allowed.
“I think your true strong suit lies in charming smiles and a pretty face, and that’s exactly what I require tonight.” She tapped her foot. “That and not being one minute late. Do I need to repeat myself?”
“Well, if you don’t want me to be late, I’d suggest you avail me of a car and or a driver, since due to some unforeseen circumstances I had to take a taxi here.” After choosing door number two at Ms. Tuttle’s, he gathered up some clothes and walked a couple of miles in order to get a cab. However, the taxi driver didn’t charge him, even though Ryder had to make a stop along the way to stash his stuff at his storage facility.
“Tell Viktor what you need. The invitation is on my
“Do you like golfing?” He watched her.
Before answering, she hit the ball once more. This time it not only went left, but way past the hole. “Not particularly.” She corralled a third ball.
If nothing else, the woman was extremely focused. A laser was dull compared to her.
At eyeing his opportunity, he did the guy thing went up behind her, pressing their bodies together and placing his hands over hers on the club. “Try to relax.”
“Isn’t that what golf is for?” Rather than relax, her muscles tensed. “If you tell me to keep my eye on the ball I don’t have to tell you where the ball will end up, right?”
“Seriously, you need to relax, you’re like a golf robot, and it doesn’t work that way.” He let go of her hands only to wrangle her hair and hook it over one shoulder.
“Do you know how it works?” As if trying to comply, she tilted her head from side to side.
“By the way someone yelled out my name last night, I didn’t think you needed to ask that question.” He ran his lips from her ear down to neck. “I have a great way we can both relax.”
“Ryder.” She shivered.
“Watch this.” At the same time he took her earlobe between his teeth, he pulled the putter back and tapped the ball.
His luck intact, the little white ball complied with his wishes and rolled dutifully into the hole. “I’d never tell you to keep your eye on the ball. I would tell you to keep your eye on the prize.”
“And just what is that prize?” She scooted another ball over.
“I’ll let you have one guess.” As he helped her take another shot, he gave her a light kiss in the junction between her neck and shoulder, a particularly tasty spot, especially with the way her perfume swirled around him, a clean scent that reminded him of a fresh breeze.
Again, the ball hit the mark.
“Are you a golfer, Mr. Scott?” At least her voice waivered a little.
He opened his mouth and gave her a more intense kiss. With her, his body took off with only the aid of thoughts and kisses, a much more welcome occurrence than having to rely on concentration and porn to perform. “I played a businessman a couple of years ago in this romantic comedy, you know the type, the thirty-something billionaire, and I had to golf in a few scenes. I went on the course a few times, it’s part of my method.” He moved his hands to her waist. “I can show you some other methods.” Suddenly he had to have her.
“Did I ever tell you about my method?” Right as he slid up to cup her magnificent breasts, she dropped her club and caught his hands, halting his progress.
“I am happy to have you demonstrate your method anytime.” Maybe she wanted to set the pace. More than fine by him.
“My method involves having a superstar escort me to a charity function tonight. I need to be seen being nice, apparently acting like a human.” She kept a firm hold on him.
“I am even better at making women look good at functions than I am at golf, but not as good as other things.” While she might not surrender, he wouldn’t give up and kept his hands as far up as she allowed.
“I think your true strong suit lies in charming smiles and a pretty face, and that’s exactly what I require tonight.” She tapped her foot. “That and not being one minute late. Do I need to repeat myself?”
“Well, if you don’t want me to be late, I’d suggest you avail me of a car and or a driver, since due to some unforeseen circumstances I had to take a taxi here.” After choosing door number two at Ms. Tuttle’s, he gathered up some clothes and walked a couple of miles in order to get a cab. However, the taxi driver didn’t charge him, even though Ryder had to make a stop along the way to stash his stuff at his storage facility.
“Tell Viktor what you need. The invitation is on my
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