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After his meeting with Mr Donovan ended, James decided to leave for home. He would had loved to stay but since he’s not a member yet, it feels awkward staying. And also, Mr Donovan has left, giving him another reason to leave immediately.

James got into the car, started the engine and drove out of the parking area, leaving the south practice range and making his way to the gate.

As James neared the gate, it slid open smoothly, and he drove out of the country club onto the pristine streets of Bel-Air, making his way home.

A few minutes later, James arrived home, as he drove into the estate and parked the car in the driveway.

He stepped out of the car with quiet ease, moved to the trunk, opened it, and retrieved his golf bag before heading toward the mansion.

The moment he stepped into the living room, he saw Patty and Leslie on the couch, watching TV like usual.

They both turned as soon as they heard the door, and their eyes landed on him.

"Hey, honey. You look exhausted," Patty said, concern in her voice as she stood up. "Let me fix you something right away."

James gave her a tired nod and collapsed into the couch with a heavy sigh, dropping the golf bag beside him.

Leslie stood up from her spot and walked over, sitting gently beside him. She took his hand into hers and began caressing it softly, her thumb brushing over his knuckles.

"How was it?" she asked gently.

James blinked at her, confusion briefly flickering in his eyes. "How was what?"

"Your golf practice, dummy," she replied, giving his cheek a light pinch and a playful smile.

"Oh, that... It was great," James answered, his voice low and clearly worn-out.

Leslie tilted her head, studying his face. The weariness in his expression was unmistakable — his usually sharp eyes were dulled, and the lines around his mouth seemed deeper than usual.

She wanted to coax a spark back into him, to see the playful, confident James she adored.

And an idea flickered in her mind, one she’d stumbled across in a late-night scroll through an online forum.

"A little surprise can lift a man’s spirits," the article had claimed.

She hesitated, her cheeks warming at the thought, but the sight of James’s slumped posture spurred her on.

"James," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Hmm?" He turned to her, his brow furrowing slightly.

In one fluid motion, Leslie tugged her tank top upward, revealing the soft curves of her bare skin.

The suddenness of it caught James off guard, his breath hitching as his eyes widened.

Her skin glowed faintly in the warm light of the living room, the delicate contours of her form both striking and intimate. Her breasts, full and natural, were framed by the gentle rise and fall of her breathing, a subtle vulnerability in her posture that made the moment feel profoundly personal.

"What the...?" James muttered, his voice a mix of shock and amusement.

His gaze flickered between her face and her exposed skin, as if unsure where to settle.

Leslie’s confidence wavered, her cheeks flushing a soft pink.

"What? You don’t like it?" she asked, her tone half-teasing, half-uncertain.

She’d read that men found this sort of thing rejuvenating, a quick way to banish a bad mood. But James’s stunned expression made her second-guess herself. Maybe he wasn’t one of those men.

James shook his head, a low chuckle escaping his lips.

"It’s not that I don’t like it," he said, his voice regaining some of its warmth.

"You just... caught me by surprise."

Leslie’s eyes narrowed playfully, though her blush deepened.

"Then do something about it," she challenged, her voice dropping to a husky whisper.

"Touch me, or I’m covering up, and you won’t see this again." She lowered her gaze, suddenly shy, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.

James’s hesitation melted away, replaced by a flicker of mischief in his eyes. His hand moved almost instinctively, reaching out to cup one of her breasts.

The sensation was electric — her skin was warm and impossibly soft, yielding under his touch with a delicate firmness that sent a jolt through him.

It was like holding something alive and fragile, the faint pulse of her heartbeat discernible beneath his palm. freewebnøvel.com

The intimacy of the moment grounded him, pulling him out of the fog of exhaustion and into the present.

Leslie let out a soft, involuntary moan, her hand flying to her mouth in embarrassment. Her eyes widened, and she glanced away, her face now a deep shade of crimson.

James’s lips curved into a gentle smile, charmed by her reaction. The sound of her voice, raw and unfiltered, stirred something deep within him — a mix of affection and desire.

Emboldened, he shifted closer, his movements slow and deliberate. With a gentle push, he guided her down onto the couch, her body sinking into the plush cushions.

His hand remained on her, his thumb brushing lightly against her skin, eliciting another quiet gasp from her.

He leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a deep, unhurried kiss. The taste of her was sweet, tinged with the faint mint of her lip balm, and the warmth of her breath mingled with his.

Leslie’s hands found his shoulders, her fingers digging lightly into the fabric of his shirt as she pulled him closer.

The world outside the couch faded — the sound of the television, the distant clatter of Patty in the kitchen, the weight of the day — all of it dissolved in the heat of their connection.

For James, the exhaustion that had clung to him was replaced by a quiet fire, as he enjoyed his time with Leslie.

As they parted, breathless, Leslie’s eyes sparkled with a mix of playfulness and adoration.

"Feeling better?" she murmured, her voice teasing but soft.

James grinned, his hand still resting lightly on her side.

"You have no idea," he replied, his tone warm and genuine.

From the kitchen, Patty’s voice called out, oblivious to the moment unfolding in the living room.

"Dinner’s almost ready! Hope you’re hungry!"

Leslie stifled a laugh, quickly tugging her shirt back into place as James chuckled.