**Chapter 1: Turf and Temptation**
The sun blazed over the rolling fairways of Willow Creek Golf Course, a pristine stretch of green that hid more secrets than just buried bunkers. I wiped the sweat from my brow, the scent of freshly cut grass clinging to my skin as I maneuvered the mower across the 18th hole. Working the grounds crew was grueling, but the real challenge wasn’t the heat—it was Thera.
Thera, with her sharp hazel eyes and a body that could stop a golf cart in its tracks, was the kind of woman who commanded attention without even trying. Her tanned arms flexed as she hauled a bag of fertilizer, her tank top clinging to curves that made my throat dry. She was the manager’s wife, off-limits in every way, and she knew it. Her husband, Greg, was a hulking brute who watched us like a hawk from the clubhouse, but that didn’t stop the tension between us from simmering hotter than the asphalt on the cart path.
“Keep your eyes on the grass, not my ass, newbie,” Thera snapped as she caught me staring. Her voice was a whip, sharp and biting, but there was a glint in her eye that told me she wasn’t entirely pissed.
I grinned, leaning on the mower handle. “Hard to focus when the view’s better than the fairway, Thera. You gonna report me to Greg for admiring the scenery?”
She snorted, brushing a strand of dark hair from her face. “Greg wouldn’t know what to do with a compliment if it bit him on the dick. But don’t think for a second I’m flattered. I’ve got no time for horny groundskeepers with wandering eyes.”
“Wandering hands, maybe, if you’d let me,” I shot back, testing the waters. Her laugh was a low, dangerous sound, like she was daring me to keep pushing.
“Dream on, kid. I don’t play in the rough, especially not with someone who can’t even edge a bunker properly.” She turned away, her hips swaying with a deliberate tease as she walked toward the shed. My blood was already pumping, and it wasn’t just from the heat.
That’s when Rory showed up, my cousin, all long legs and trouble, strutting across the green like she owned it. She was visiting for the weekend, and damn if she didn’t know how to make an entrance. Her shorts barely covered anything, and her smirk was pure mischief as she sauntered over.
“Caught you drooling over the boss’s wife,” Rory teased, her voice dripping with amusement. “You’re gonna get your cock handed to you if Greg catches wind of this.”
I rolled my eyes, but my pulse kicked up a notch. “And what’re you doing here, Rory? Come to distract me even more?”
She stepped closer, her breath warm against my ear. “Maybe I’m just here to remind you what you’re missing out on. Or maybe I’m bored and wanna see if Thera’s as untouchable as she pretends to be.”
My mind raced with images I shouldn’t have—Thera’s fierce gaze, Rory’s wicked grin, the two of them together, challenging me in ways I couldn’t resist. I was already hard just thinking about it, my jeans tightening uncomfortably as I watched Thera disappear into the shed.
“Follow her,” Rory whispered, her hand brushing my arm, sending a jolt straight to my core. “See if she’s all talk. I’ll keep watch.”
I didn’t need much convincing. My boots crunched on the gravel as I approached the shed, the air thick with anticipation. Thera was inside, bent over a workbench, her ass perfectly framed in those tight shorts. My mouth went dry, and I knew I was playing with fire.
“Thought I told you to stay on the green,” she said without turning around, her voice laced with irritation—and something else. Something hungry.
I stepped closer, the heat of her presence pulling me in. “Couldn’t help it. You’re a fucking magnet, Thera. And I’m done pretending I don’t want you.”
She spun around, her eyes blazing, but her lips twitched into a smirk. “You’ve got balls, I’ll give you that. But I don’t fuck around, especially not with someone who works under my husband. So unless you’ve got something worth risking everything for, get the hell out.”
My gaze dropped to her lips, then lower, and I knew I wasn’t backing down. The air between us crackled, my cock straining against my jeans as I closed the distance. Her breath hitched, and for the first time, I saw a flicker of desire in her eyes. She wasn’t pushing me away—not yet.
Outside, I could hear Rory’s low chuckle, and I knew she was watching, waiting. My heart pounded, sweat beading on my neck as I reached for Thera, ready to ignite a fire that would burn us all.
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