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I miss, and he laughs.

“You gotta line it up,” he tells me. “Like this. Come here.”

He pulls me close until I’m stuck to him like glue. He bends us both down, my butt fitting perfectly against his crotch, and lines us up for the shot.

This continues until we’re tied with just two balls each and the eight ball.

“Think you got this one on your own?” he asks.

“I…I hope so. Guess we’ll see.”

Within one minute, I sink both balls, call my corner, and win the game.

With a smirk, I rest my stick against the table and take a seat on the stool.

He stands there, gawking for a good minute before finally looking up at me.

“I cannot believe you.” His voice is full of incredulity.

“What?” I ask with innocence.

“You know damn well what.”

“I have no idea what you could possibly be talking about.”

“You hustled me.” He lifts a finger my way. “You”—he turns his finger his way again—“hustledme.”

I bat my lashes innocently. “Did I? Is that what that’s called?”

He stalks my way, not stopping until his nose is nearly touching mine.

“I could kiss the shit outta you right now.”

I lift a shoulder. “You owe me some anyway.”

“Nah. You’d like that too much, and after the stunt you just pulled, I’m not giving you the satisfaction.”

I grin up at him. “Want to play again?”

“Dammit, Monty,” he mutters before sealing his mouth over mine.

His lips press against mine firmly and it’s only a moment before I’m completely lost, wanting to wrap my legs around his waist and put that pool table to good use.

“Get a room!” Not Pam yells from behind the bar.

He laughs, pulling away reluctantly.

Stick in hand, he heads back around the table, racking the balls again. “How’d you get so good at pool?”

“We had a table in our garage. I spentmanyhours out there playing with my dad.”

“Explains that wicked bank shot you have.” He lifts the rack. “You won, so it’s your break.”

I get into position and whack them apart as hard as I can.

“Nice,” he murmurs.

When I peer over my shoulder, I realize he’s not talking about the balls.

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