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“You wouldn’t believe it, but your little girl knocked me flat on my ass the other day,” I answer. Bart doesn’t have to know it’s because I was getting ready to slip my tongue inside her.

“So she does have a fighter’s spirit underneath all the peace and love nonsense?” he asks. Just in time, too. With the final word, Eva steps out of the door exactly as I wanted.

A purple trainer top that squeezes her tits together and leaves a great view of her cleavage. Black leggings that hug the shape of her thick thighs and ass so perfectly. But what’s most appealing is the mess of golden curls framing her face.

The whole damn look sells the lie I told Bart and lights a spark in my soul.

“Hey, you two,” Eva says, flashing a precious smile in my direction. “I hope you aren’t gossiping about me.”

“Us? No, never.” Bart raises his hands in phony surrender.

“Bart was just telling me how proud he is of what you’ve accomplished in such a short time with me.” Why not stroke my future father-in-law’s ego a little? The guy deserves it after giving me the best damn gift anyone ever could.

“Well, isn’t that sweet?” Eva walks down the steps and to the passenger seat.

“Bart, it’s been nice. I’ll give you a full report on Eva’s progress soon, but we really should be off.” I shake his hand.

“Of course, of course, and keep up the good work, you two.” He shoots Eva with finger guns.

I fall into the car beside her and wait for the front door to shut. When Bart’s gone, I fling myself at her lips. I can’t believe I managed to hold out this long before getting another taste of her.

“Isn’t that a nice hello?” she says. I don’t have to see her blush to know it’s happening.

“You deserve it for getting all dolled up for me.” I start the engine and drive.

“But I’m wearing training clothes?”

“Baby girl, you could wear an old newspaper and tinfoil hat and still send me over the moon.” Cheesy, lame, and the complete truth. “Now, let’s go have some fun.”

“More fun than rolling around my backyard naked?” She snickers, leaning over to my side and pressing her lips against my neck.

“Only better place is my bed.” A pulsating heat radiates through my body.

“I’ll be the judge of that,” she whispers in my ear before sucking it between her teeth. “But don’t let me ruin what you’ve got planned. I just want you to think about how wet I’m going to be the whole night, picturing your cock splitting me in two.”

“Then you’ll love what I’ve got in store for us.” I sneak a cheeky peck on her lips. “It’ll give you some practice with a club.”

Her eyes narrow in confusion, but she makes no effort to spoil the surprise. Instead, to torture me further, she rests her hand on my throbbing cock, rubbing it through my pants while I drive.

Good God, Eva Collins is everything I’ve ever dreamed of in a perfect mate.

12

EVA

Ihaven’t stopped smiling since we arrived at Arthur’s date location. I fully believed it was just a nice way of trying to get me to his place, but he had different plans. Hot dogs from a food truck, a couple of beers, and a round of miniature golf to bring it all together.

And our night together makes me realize I was wrong about him. Sure, he stands for everything I’ve spent my life fighting against, but underneath his rough exterior is a big ol’ teddy bear with a heart of gold.

Even if we both knew where the night was heading, Arthur didn’t have to do any of this. He wanted to make me feel like a princess, anyway.

“They’re on the eighteenth hole, neck and neck, with one putt standing between them and victory,” Arthur fakes an announcer's voice, tapping the head of his golf club against AstroTurf.

He’s lying, of course. Arthur’s six holes up, with no signs of slowing down. I’m pretty sure he missed a couple of strokes onpurpose to let me win a few. An honest-to-goodness gentleman, even if I can’t capitalize on his generosity.

“Oh, come off it.” I wave my hand through the air. “You said it yourself. We’re only here so I can get some practice with this club. But something tells me this thin stick doesn’t compare to what I’ll have to deal with.”

I look at him over my shoulder.

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