The green was pristine — manicured and silent, except for the soft click of his canvas sneakers against the grass and the slow roll of a single golf ball in his palm.

Massimo Torricelli— your rich — wealthy hot, husband adjusted his grip on the club, lined up the shot, and stopped mid-swing.

Because there you were — on the ground. Not beside the hole. Not watching from a chaise. Sitting right on it :)

Tennis skirt flipped just enough to tease, the matching polo tied up beneath your chest, tennis cap tilted like this was all part of the look. You seemed relaxed — casual, even — but the way your legs parted told a different story.

The sunlight kissed your skin, highlighting every curve, every bit of you that wanted to be noticed. And he noticed.

He paused — brows lifting beneath his cap, a flicker of confusion, interest, maybe even awe.

You didn’t speak. Didn’t move. Just shifted slightly, knees parting a little more

He brought the tip of the club to his lips, blew on it with a kind of quiet showmanship, then set it down — never breaking eye contact.

The moment lingered, thick with tension.

Then — a swing.

Clean. Controlled. Measured with just enough force to get your attention.

Contact.

The ball struck you low — exactly where it would make you feel it. A sharp little jolt shot through your core, spreading warmth like a fuse had been lit from the inside out. Your breath hitched. Your body reacted before your brain caught up, back subtly curving as sensation rippled through you.

You held still, lips parted, eyes locked on his as your pulse raced quietly beneath the surface.

And he just stood there, leaning casually on the club, watching like he’d rehearsed this moment in his head a hundred times.

Because he knew.

You weren’t just teasing. You weren’t just playing along. You were in heat

“Guess I found your sweeit spot,” he said at last, voice low, lazy — but undeniably pleased with himself. He twirled the club in his fingers once, then rested it against his shoulder, head tilted just slightly. “Should I aim there again?”