“Tell me more about yourV, Lila.” Despite trying to make it sound sexy, it just comes out weird. I recover with a wink. “Keep your hands on top of mine and show me the error of my golfing ways.Please.”
Returning focus to her lesson, she bends at the waist slightly, covers my hands, and repositions them on the club. “See?”
“Oh, I do.”
Down her shirt.
What a fantastic day to have eyeballs.
My cock stiffens so hard that I could use it as the club.
“Well, those are all the tips I have. I’m not a pro. Since my dad was obsessed with golf, it’s the only physical thing I’m good at.”
In a breathy whisper that’s dripping with my lust for her, I rasp, “Oh, I seem to remember other physical things you excelled at.”
Stiffening—just like my cock—she releases my hands and inches out of our almost-cuddle. In the process, her delectable ass grazes my protruding erection.
She gasps, obviously shocked. No doubt she knows her effect on me, so I’m confused by her surprise.
She takes a step forward, but I don’t let her move far.
“Don’t move yet,” I grit out. “Let me have this for another moment longer.”
Wordlessly, she removes the space separating us. “Have what?”
“Let me imagine we’re alone, and I’m showing you my appreciation for the golf lesson.”
Her breasts heave slowly with a deep inhale. “How would you do that?”
I remove my hand from the club and press it against her stomach, gently nudging her softness against me. “You feel that?”
In a breathy tone, she simpers, “It’d be prettyhardnot to.”
“Cheap pun.”
“Doesn’t make it untrue.”
I stifle a laugh.
“Reed, we’re probably causing a scene.”
I tear my vision from her cleavage and study our positioning a bit closer, wondering what this looks like from an outsider. Not great, but certainly not offensive. Probably not the best for a federal agent, though.
Above all else, don’t embarrass the bureauis the mantra.
“Can I move now?” she rasps.
She sways her hips in an almost imperceptible circle. Through miraculous restraint, I refrain from pulsing forward so I don’t hump her ass in public.
Holds for applause.
Need to think about unsexy things and fast so I can let her go.
Oof. That thought stings.
In more ways than one, I don’t want to let her go. I crave her body pressed against mine with nothing separating us more than I crave my next breath.
However, I temporarily sated that need once before, and I’ve never stopped regretting it.
