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tremble went through her body and a vision of the hardness pressing into her filled her brain. She lowered her lids, blocking out the sights and sounds of the course, then slowly ran her fingers up and down the smooth silver pole. Her mind went there: imagining taking another long, hard object into her hands. Watching his body swell as the soft skin slid over the rigid flesh beneath. The pressure of his erection against her backside grew.
    Kacey pressed her hips back further. “Hmm, you must like the way I stroke it.”
    He cleared his throat. “How can you tell?”
    Her heart leapt at the low, grumbling sound of his voice. She’d never known she liked playing the seductress. She rubbed her backside against the lump in his pants. “Just a feeling.”
    His hands lifted to gently squeeze her biceps. “Yes, ma’am, I definitely like the way you stroke it.”
    If she didn’t stop, she’d be thinking of finding a dark spot out here on the mini golf course they could slip away to. “Good to know.”
    She stepped away. Cool air replaced his heated body, but the imprint of how great he felt lingered. She strolled, on wobbly legs, to the next hole.
    “You just gonna walk away like that?”
    “Don’t you want to finish the game?” She peeked at him over her shoulder and caught him rearranging his hard-on. Her breath got stuck somewhere in her chest and her breasts became heavy.
    He caught her looking and gave her a cocky grin. “Let’s finish the game.”
    The rest of the game was both pleasurable and agonizing. They still kept up the playful debate on wrestling, but Kacey made sure to stroke the club before every hit and added an extra swing to her hips. It was a poor imitation of her more-endowed female family members, but the way his eyes always popped when they landed on her small behind made her not care. She wouldn’t have been so daring if he hadn’t turned up the heat, getting her to stroke the club followed by the slight touches while they played. Brushing against her. Running his fingers down her arm. Whispering instructions in her ear, his lips gracing the outer shell a few times. By the last hole, Kacey’s breathing was shallow, her nipples hard and aching, and her panties wet.
    He watched her as she set up to hit the ball. This time she was determined, despite the heat running through her body, to try to get the ball in the hole. Too bad she’d have to get the darn thing through a waterfall cascading over plastic rocks. She leaned forward and her ponytail fell over her shoulder. He leaned in and ran his finger over the back of her neck. She knew what he touched—the small birthmark there.
    Kacey gasped, then spun to face him. His dark, hypnotizing eyes burned with desire. He took another step forward and gently cupped her face in his hands. She shifted toward him and lifted her chin. Slowly he lowered his mouth to hers. He didn’t kiss hard or clumsily. Instead his lips and tongue made a slow, detailed exploration of her mouth, getting bolder when she sighed or switching the pressure if she hesitated. This man knew how to kiss a woman. The golf club had long since fallen from her hand; she gripped his shirt and pulled him closer. His heart crashed against his ribs like the miniature waterfall.
    He pulled back. “Let’s get out of here.”
    “Dinner and a movie now?” she asked in a breathless voice.
    Casanova smiled, but shook his head. “My hotel room.”
    She bit her lower lip. Now or never. She had no uncertainty; she wanted tonight with this man. “Lead the way.”

Chapter 5
    Casanova held her hand as they walked through the lobby, into the elevator, and down the hall to his room. Kacey almost wanted to know his name. But every time she started to ask she stopped herself. This was a one-night fling, not the start of forever. Still, walking hand in hand with him felt natural. His long, sure strides and the steady pressure of his hand against hers guided her exactly where she wanted to go.
    She