Page 6 of Tracked By the Fixer

“Yes,” Lilly says as she puts her golf ball down at the first hole. “I haven’t been here in ages, and it always seemed like such a fun place to go on a date!”

To punctuate her sentence, she taps the ball, sending it toward the hole. It hits the back guard, stopping a few inches away from its intended target. Lilly curses under her breath, tapping the striking end of the putter against the ground.

Her frustration is cute, and I’m the only one here to witness it. I’m grateful for this place being empty of other customers for a few reasons. It’s good for me considering I like to keep a low profile, but it also means that I have Lilly all to myself. I know I’ve only just met her in person, but I’m already inexplicably protective of her.

I’ll be damned if anyone but me has her.

“It’s your turn,” she says, stepping out of the way so I can take my putt.

“So,” I say as I line myself up to take my shot, “you were a nanny for that guy, right?”

“Technically I was employed by his wife,” she says, going quiet when I tap the ball. It knocks off of hers, moving it further away from the hole. “I ended up dealing with him a lot more than his wife, though.”

I watch as she goes toward her ball, my eyes locking on her hips as she gets herself into position. My cock starts to get hard at the sight, and I have to force myself to focus. I’m the one that started this conversation, after all.

“Seems like he was a creep from day one,” I say, suppressing a smile when her ball loops around the hole. “At least, that’s what I got from that conversation you two were having.”

“He was,” she admits, stepping to the side. As I take my place for my turn, she adds, “I just didn’t realize it at first. When he offered me money just to spend time with him, I thought he was just being friendly and giving me a chance to save for college.”

“That didn’t raise any red flags?” I ask after intentionally missing the shot – I’d already decided when we got here that I was going to let her win.

“I just figured he was lonely,” Lilly says with a shrug, taking her shot and sinking the ball. “Then, when I realized what was going on, I couldn’t make myself quit because the money was good. Rent and tuition don’t pay themselves, and I need a degree to be a teacher, even at a preschool.”

“A teacher?” I say, raising an eyebrow as I purposely miss another shot. “You know, I can see it.”

“You can?”

“Yeah,” I say, finally knocking my ball in and fishing the two of them from the hole so we can move on. “You seem real sweet. That fiery streak might not be a good in a classroom setting, though.”

She gasps in a show of mock offense. Then she says, “I’ll have you know, I’m usually very patient.”

“Is that so?” I ask, leaning against my putter as she takes her turn. “Could have fooled me.”

“Give it time,” she replies as she moves out of the way for me to go. “You’ll see that I put up with quite a bit.”

“I’ll hold you to it,” I say, watching as my ball knocks hers closer to the hole. “Can’t say I want to test that out, though. I’ve seen how you get when you’re at your limit.”

“You’re a smart man,” she says, taking her turn and putting her ball in.

“I like to think I am,” I say as I follow suit.

“So, what about you,” she murmurs as we walk to our next hole. “What doyoudo for work? Kind of suspicious that you were out early on a workday. It's gotta be something slightly sketchy.”

I laugh off her accusation, not needing her to know just how accurate her suspicion is. “I work in logistics. It’s a pretty cushy gig. Gives me a lot of freedom, both with my time and financially.”

“Must be nice,” she sighs, setting her ball down and lining up the shot.

I stay quiet, watching as she takes her time. Her hips wiggle enticingly, and I don’t even think she’s aware of how delectable she looks right now. After a few practice swings, she sets her sights on the ball.

With a decisive swing, she sends it down the green. It bounces on the obstacles before going directly for the hole. It kisses the rim, and for a moment, I think it’s not going in. Then, it sinks below the earth, directly into its target.

“Hole in one!” Lilly yells excitedly, dropping her putter and jumping up and down.

After a moment, she launches herself at me, and I catch her easily. Her body fits against mine perfectly. Despite how small she is, I can feel the hidden strength from those pilates classes she takes just below the surface of her skin. Without my permission, my cock fattens up.

Unable to keep myself under control any longer, I lean forward to kiss her. She makes a surprised noise into my mouth, pausing for a moment before she responds eagerly, pressing her lips against mine I growl into her mouth, grabbing onto her hips and yanking her even closer.

Lilly gasps into my mouth, and I take advantage of the opening. She’s sweet, and I can still taste the hints of toothpaste when I swipe my tongue over her teeth. With a growl, I plunge my tongue even deeper, pressing my hard cock against her.

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