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Were they? On the same page?

There were still so many unknowns, but when he ran his tongue along the inside of his bottom lip and came toward Josephine, all those loose ends stopped flying wildly in the air and just kind of vanished.

For now.

“How long until we tee off at Lone Pine?” he asked, wrapping a gentle hand around her throat.

“Menty finutes.” She winced. “I mean, twenty minutes.”

One corner of his mouth jumped. “Flustered, baby?”

That was one way to describe the slow, delicious wind below her belly button, the need for friction making her nipples stand up straight. “Yes.”

His hand left her throat, sliding down to knead her right breast. “Why?”

Pops of light went off in her vision, a moan building deep, deep in her belly. “I like when you talk to me. When you’re honest with me.”

“Oh yeah?” His lips dragged side to side across Josephine’s. “I’m sorry you’re the only person in the world I like talking to, Josephine. That must be a lot of pressure.”

“I can handle pressure.”

“Good. I’m going to give you a lot of it next time your panties are off.”

A moan sung from her throat and he swallowed it with a hard kiss, his fingers pinching her nipples lightly through her shirt, drawing wetness between her thighs.

“There is no way I’m making it through eighteen holes of golf,” he said hoarsely, his tongue flicking into her mouth, before suctioning her into a hard kiss, making her whimper.

“I signed us up for nine,” she gasped.

He jerked Josephine up onto her toes, attacking her mouth from above. “Still too much.”

“Two?”

“One, Josephine,” he groaned. “I’m already hard just thinking about you teeing off.”

“Wells Whitaker,” she chided. “This is known as thegentleman’ssport.”

“Fuck being a gentleman.” He walked her backward toward a wall, bent his knees, and slowly worked himself up between her thighs in a grind that made them both cry out. “I’ve been daydreaming about licking your beautiful pussy since this morning.”

Everythinginside her squeezed. “Let’s cancel our round.”

Wells pumped his hips and she screamed behind her teeth. “Should we?”

“Yes!”

“Nah,” he drawled, tracing the curve of her neck with his open mouth. “First two times with you, I was too keyed up for foreplay. Not today.” He sank his teeth into the slope of her shoulder. “Going to find out exactly how wet I can make my girlfriend.” Turned on to the point of frustration, she tried to wrap her legs around his hips, but he blocked them, shaking his head. “Not yet, belle.”

A protesting sound snuck out. “You really think I could hit a golf ball properly right now?”

He pretended to think about her question. “If youcouldvisualize it, what would it look like, Josephine?”

She gasped in mock outrage. “How dare you turn my genius lesson back around on me?”

Without warning, a grinning Wells stepped back and tossed Josephine over his shoulder. He carried her out of the pro shop, smacking her butt soundly as they emerged and turned for the parking lot. “Maybe I’ve got a few lessons of my own up my sleeve.”

Chapter Thirty

When Wells and Josephine walked into the clubhouse at Lone Pine, jaws hit the floor.

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