Her Sinful Secret by Sylvie Kaye Page A

about going with him? Or should he start off smaller? Maybe ask when she was going to start taking his phone calls again.
    If his suspicions were correct, and she was trying to avoid her son’s disapproval, he didn’t want to put her on the spot to choose between them. It wouldn’t be fair. Until he could figure out a way to win over her son, he’d have to make do with whatever time she allotted him. Like this afternoon.
    After weaving in and out of lanes, dodging cars on the expressway, listening to horns blasting instead of the sultry sound of Wendy’s voice, he pulled into the nearest mall. He couldn’t concentrate on both the road and her, and he’d rather put all his attention on Wendy.
    He parked beneath a shade tree far from the mall entrances and turned the ignition off. “Quiet at last.” Unbuckling his seatbelt, he smiled over at her and she agreed with a nod and a snap of her own belt.
    He stretched his arm along the back of her seat and eased her into conversation. “At first, I was jealous over your blind date last night.”
    “At first?” She cocked her head in a flirtatious manner.
    “Although Sonny’s a nice man, he’s too old for you.”
    “Apparently my son and his girlfriend think Sonny’s just my speed.” She grinned good-naturedly.
    “A woman as vibrant and sexy as you needs a man that can keep up with her.” He stroked his finger along her arm. Her flesh shivered, pleasing him.
    “Are you that man?” Her voice had lost its teasing tone, sounding throaty instead.
    “I want to be.”
    “I want you to be,” she murmured.
    His heart did a flip, but what she’d said wasn’t enough. It was important for her to know how much he needed her. “It’s more than sexual. I like being with you. I feel more alive with you than with anyone I’ve known.”
    “Oh, Max. I feel the same way.” She hugged him around the neck and planted a jubilant kiss to his lips, as if they’d just discovered gold.
    And damn, but he had. He lost himself in her mouth. She tasted like café au lait , sweet and creamy. He nibbled her lips and suckled her tongue. Her soft moans egged him on when he should’ve ended the torrid kiss. His cock hardened. Before his dick became an unstoppable force, he pulled away.
    “Whoa, we better take a break.” He raked his fingers through his hair, seeking composure. “Let’s take a walk around the parking lot, check out the architecture, the landscaping, cool down.”
    She didn’t move but didn’t protest. He took that as a yes.  
    When he hopped out of the car, rounded the front grille and opened the door for her, Wendy swivelled towards him, placing her feet on the ground while remaining seated. She reached over and tugged on the zipper of his jeans.
    “I’ve wanted to do this since you walked into the showroom.” She undid his zipper and stroked a fingernail through the wiry curls surrounding his dick.
    Public sex. What a turn-on. Heat shot up his spine and his cock hardened even more and twitched, eager for the touch of her palm or her mouth. Whatever she planned to use was fine with him. He sucked in his stomach as her nimble fingers freed him from the tight confines of his jeans.
    Sun glinted on the row of windshields in the lot ahead of them. Still no one in sight. Excitement spiked through him. When she lowered her head, he felt her tongue, hot and wet, lick the slit at the head of his penis. Grabbing hold of the roof of the car with one hand, he gripped the door with the other, white-knuckled and determined not to let go until she finished gratifying him.
    Please don’t let anyone come.
    But him.
    She swirled her tongue along the ridge of the swollen, pulsing tip of his cock and he closed his eyes, threw back his head and gave himself over to the heated pleasure of her mouth.
    She teased him, sucking hard and then easing up. Moving her head in a fast rhythm and then slower. Gripping his shaft in her fist, tight, then loosening her hold. He couldn’t