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His body dragged inside her again, his hips grinding against her clit with each stroke, and words fled, and her body spun and twisted like a spring, torquing with pressure, until it broke and she broke and waves of pleasure reverberated through her, wiping out her memory and who she was and all the reasons she had to be angry.

Kingston rammed harder into her, his body jerking like he was out of control, and then he let go of the desk and grabbed her with both of his arms under her back and held her against him as he pulsed inside her, his cheek against hers, his ragged breath on her shoulder, the muscular hardness of his body heavy upon her.

Nicole’s eyes burned, and she wiped wet streaks away from her temples with her palms before he saw them.

As his breath smoothed, Kingston turned his head and kissed her neck, moving back to her mouth, and he kissed her slowly, tenderly, with his thumb on her cheekbone and his fingers woven into her hair that had fallen out of its ponytail.

His voice was a murmur against her lips. “I missed you.”

She rested her hand on his cheek. “I missed you, too.”

He held her, kissing her, until he slipped away and tucked himself back in his pants, buckling his belt.

Nicole struggled to sit up and smoothed her skirt down over her knees. “What if I didn’t want to be locked in a house in Connecticut with twelve babies?” she asked him.

“Fourteen. You’d have to fight me a little on it, just to make sure you really wanted it, which is too bad.” His voice dropped to that sexy lower register. “Because I would’ve loved keeping you like a little doll to take whenever I wanted.”

“I studied really hard in college because I want this to be my life,” she told him.

“College should open opportunities, not lock you onto one engineering track the rest of your life. It might be fun to be my little fuck toy for a year or so while you wait for the noncompete clause in your contract to expire, and then start your own company with all the ideas I know you have but never wrote down.”

Okay, if this guy could actually read her mind and see all the other golf designs in there, this was going to get creepy.

Because she had more ideas, a lot of them for golf clubs and a lot of other things that could make the world a better place.

Kingston laughed. “Don’t confirm or deny anything. The look on your face is answer enough.”

“Well, now I can’t say anything, can I?”

He grabbed her pink silk panties off the floor, folded them, and tucked them into the breast pocket of his suit coat.

Like a serial killer’s trophy. “I’m going to run out of panties if you keep doing that.”

“That is a problem. If you’re walking around this building in flirty little sundresses without any panties on, I won’t ever get any work done.”

“I’m serious!” But she couldn’t help but laugh, which totally destroyed the prim effect she was going for.

“Good point. Saturday morning, I’m taking you shopping for new lingerie. You can model it for me in the dressing room.Maybe I’ll fuck you with your hands against the mirror so you can watch me take you.”

As an engineer and self-professed workaholic, Nicole had never known what it was like to be “working for the weekend” until then because it seemed like Saturday morning could not arrive soon enough.

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About the Bet

NICOLE LAMB

Two days later, Nicole was standing in the mostly unoccupied corridor door outside Kingston’s office at six-thirty at night, holding her hand-written notes of three possible changes they could make to the Excalibur prototype to both make it compliant with the PGA’s parameters for club design and yet still magic on the golf course.

Chickenscratch writing and equations in blue ballpoint littered the pages.

His door was cracked open, a puff of air-conditioned air wafting through the vertical opening.

Men’s voices, heated with argument, rambled and talked over each other inside.

She pushed the door open just a little bit more with one finger, not wanting to knock and disturb them, but Kingston had told her to print out all the possible ideas the lab had come up with and bring them to his office right away, and it had been almost fifteen minutes.

As the door opened a little more, she recognized Morrissey’s sardonic tone as he and Kingston argued on a video call app.