Her Sinful Secret by Sylvie Kaye

it with her son, but she’d deal with that later.
    He let out a low whistle and eyed her from head to foot. “You in leather. Black and shiny with buckles and zippers.” He leaned in closer, his voice a warm whisper in her ear. “The image is giving me a hard-on.”
    Her eyes flitted to his bulging fly in his tight jeans and quickly back to his face. He chuckled at her less than discreet response. Her cheeks flushed with a combination of embarrassment and excitement.
    “Want to touch?” His breath on her ear became warmer and moister, shooting pangs of want to her crotch, causing her clit to throb and her pussy to ache for his rock-hard, familiar cock.
    “Very much.” She taunted him in return, grazing her fingertips over his thigh in a fleeting caress as she stepped to the side to hide her actions from the offices behind her.
    “Take me for a ride.” His hand rested on the open car door while his eyes alluded to another, more lurid ride on his lap.
    “I’ll get the keys. Don’t go away,” she purred, feeling seductive and wanton.
    He spoke through gritted his teeth. “If I moved right now, I’d injure myself.”
    “I’ll hurry.”
    “I won’t watch. Your skirt and heels are a turn-on I can’t handle at the moment.”
    Feeling his eyes on her despite his protest, she couldn’t help but sway her hips when she strode towards the office for the car keys.
     
    * * * *
     
    Max inhaled a deep breath to get control of his rising testosterone and his faster-rising cock. Wendy was an earthy, exciting woman with intelligent interests, and just what he needed in his life. No shallow ego like the women who pursued him for appearances and money. No baby-nesting instincts like his ex-wife had suddenly acquired three years into the marriage, knowing upfront he couldn’t give her kids.
    Wendy had been there and done that. She was a great match for him.
    Watching her walk towards him was mesmerising . Her hips and breasts swayed with seductive suggestion. Her eyes and mouth crinkled when she smiled and laughed, readily, lighting up her face.
    “I missed you,” he said as she approached him.
    Her pleasure at his words brightened her blue eyes to an indescribable shade, somewhere between a clear sky and the ocean on a remote beach he’d visited once in the Pacific Islands.
    She dangled the keys between her graceful fingers, her nails impeccably manicured and short. No fake, claw-like nails or black polish. He cringed at the memory of the woman who’d come on to him at a nightclub months ago, raking her dark, pointed acrylics along his neck in what was supposed to have been an irresistible gesture.
    “The keys are to the hybrid. We just got it in.” Even in salesperson mode, Wendy’s voice sounded sultry as she rattled off its benefits. “The hybrid has increased horsepower, lower emissions, reduced noise, longer battery life, plus fuel economy. Right now, this model is in demand, and this pearl colour is especially hard to come by. It takes eight months to a year to get one. Want to drive?”
    “I’d drive you anywhere.” He took the keys and held the passenger door of the car open for her to slide onto the supple leather seat.
    Her legs as she swung them inside were a vision of naked thighs and curvaceous calves. He was hard pressed not to climb in after her, wrap them around his neck and have a go at her sweet pussy.
    He slammed the door on the image and slid behind the wheel instead. Once the engine purred to life and he steered on to the freeway, the car rode true to form as promised, smooth, quiet and comfortable.
    He glanced at her and she sideswiped him with a look hot enough to tighten his ball sac. She would look amazing in leather. Too bad she was most likely flirting when she’d agreed to leather and Peru. Too bad.
    He jerked his attention back to the road when a car horn blared. He wiped thoughts of leather from his mind and focused on the traffic and Peru. Should he ask her if she’d been serious