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Yeah, this was—this wasfun.

Kingston’s fingers clenched in her hair, and he panted, “I’m close. I’m gettingclose.Watch out. If you don’t want—Fuck!”

Inside her mouth, he throbbed, his rigid flesh pulsing, and salt flooded her mouth.

She sucked him down, sucked as he continued throbbing and gasping, and then his fingers tightened in her hair and held her on him.“Fuck. Fuck yeah, Nicole.”

His hand fell away from the back of her head, and his whole body dropped, limp. “God, you’reamazing.I don’t think I canstand.”

Nicole wiped the corners of her lips with her fingers and crawled up his body onto the couch to rest beside him. “Yeah, I know.”

“I didn’t know that a blow job on the fifth fairway at Pebble Beach was on my bucket list, but I can die a happy man now,” he panted, clutching her to his chest and dropping a kiss on the top of her head.

She chuckled and pushed herself up. “Yeah, me, too. So, are we going to finish the golf?”

He covered his eyes with the back of his arm. “Give me a minute. Tell the foursome behind us to play through if they’re done watching the show.”

Nicole laughed out loud.

Kingston tucked himself away, and then he grabbed her and snuggled her down in the crook of his arm. “I don’t think I’ll ever look at a golf simulator the same way again.”

“We can always fire up Augusta National and give new meaning to Amen Corner.”

A jolt rolled through his body, and he clutched his chest. “This could be a really long night.”

“We could get locked in here tomorrow night, too.”

He ran one finger down her cheek, inspecting her like he was marveling at a really good design. “No, I want to take you out to dinner and then back to my hotel for a long,longnight.”

Her whole body quivered.

His smile grew. He ran his hand down her curves from the swell of her breast to her hip. “I can hardly wait.”

Nicole smiled at him until her grin felt forced and then like a dead and rigor-mortissed Cheshire Cat.

They couldn’t just roll over and fall into an orgasm-induced sleep becauseall her techswould walk into the building and the golf simulator room the following day and find them asleep on the floor in a mortifying state of dishabille.

She rolled off the couch and stood up while buttoning her blouse. “So, are we going to finish playing Pebble Beach, or what?”

15

Excalibur

KINGSTON MOORE

Kingston’s head was still spinning as he staggered to his feet, buttoning his shirt.

This woman was a handful, that was sure, and he should be wary. He wasn’t at Sidewinder Golf to find a one-night-stand.

Or a girlfriend.

Indeed, Nicole was the head engineer and an essential component of Sidewinder Golf, the company, the investment.

This interlude was a terrible idea.

And he could hardly wait to take her into bed the next night. He was going to absolutelyruinother men for her.

That plan’s stupidity was plain to him even while he finalized the details.