enticing.
While their glasses clinked, her crotch moistened and her clit swelled, eager to get to the exciting part of the evening. Lust was apparently ageless. She met his sleepy-lidded, sexy gaze and her pussy clenched with want.
As she sipped the white wine, he studied her over the rim of her glass. “Tell me, Wendy, what kind of man are you attracted to?”
“Fred, my husband, was a man’s man. He played golf with his buddies several times a week.” Soon as the words were out, she realised Max meant now, not then.
“I don’t play golf.” His lips curled upward at the corners, good-naturedly.
She smiled back, wanting to kiss those corners. “It’s not a deal breaker.”
“Is there something that is?”
“Nothing comes to mind.” She shrugged, unsure what to say next. She really was out of practice when it came to flirting.
“Tell me about you?”
“I…we purchased a car dealership ten years ago, and Fred became a salesman while the economics of the business and our personal finances fell on to me. Now, I’m alone and still running things.” She fingered the stem of her glass, recognising how dull it sounded and how tiresome it was to be the one always in charge.
“Ever wish you could let go? Let your guard down and let someone else take care of you, even if just for one evening?” His tone was soft and seductive, wrapping around her insides like a silken thread and drawing her to him.
“ Mmm .” She closed her eyes briefly, savouring the notion. “I’d love to relinquish control.”
When she opened her eyes and they connected with his dark, alluring ones, she understood what he meant. Sexual control. Her stomach clutched, but not with fear, with titillation.
* * * *
Max couldn’t take his eyes off Wendy’s.
In the candlelight, hers had darkened to an enticing shade of blue. She licked her lips, her pink tongue contrasting with the deep rose of her lipstick, which had stained the rim of her wineglass. He was sorely tempted to touch his tongue to the brim, just to sample a taste of her.
He restrained himself. Later. Then, if he got lucky, he’d taste more than her mouth. Her lush breasts, outlined by the black silk of her dress, teased him from across the table. Their graceful sway whenever she lifted her glass or heaved a breathy sigh sent shockwaves to his dick.
“Tell me about you,” she murmured, her voice midnight low and husky. He prepared to tell her some personal sexual preferences when she said, “I read in your profile you’re divorced. What went wrong?”
He chuckled. “You really are rusty at this.”
“I’m sorry.” Her cheeks blushed pink.
He hadn’t meant to embarrass her. If it put her at ease to know about his ex, he’d tell her.
“My ex-wife changed. At first, we both had a lust for sex and travel.”
“Uh-huh.” Her eyes glinted with curiosity, which he suspected wasn’t merely travel oriented.
“After three years, she wanted to stay at home and make a baby. I didn’t.” He couldn’t, but that was too much information for a first date. He handed her a menu. “Shocked?”
“Not yet.” Her smoky eyes sent him a sexy signal before she opened her menu.
With one look she had his dick dancing. He shifted on his chair and concentrated on pasta dishes. His fingers tightened on the menu until he gained control of his spiking testosterone.
He cleared his throat. “I recommend the cannelloni. It’s the speciality of the house.”
“You must come here often.” She nodded to his unopened menu.
“Mostly alone. I like the slow pace at the end of the day.” But tonight, he wouldn’t mind faster service.
She put down her menu. “Why don’t you order for both of us?”
He grinned. He liked that a lot. He admired a woman who wasn’t afraid to concede to a man’s opinion on occasion. He relished even more one who capitulated in bed.
After he placed their orders, he turned to her. “I was surprised you were as pretty as your
While their glasses clinked, her crotch moistened and her clit swelled, eager to get to the exciting part of the evening. Lust was apparently ageless. She met his sleepy-lidded, sexy gaze and her pussy clenched with want.
As she sipped the white wine, he studied her over the rim of her glass. “Tell me, Wendy, what kind of man are you attracted to?”
“Fred, my husband, was a man’s man. He played golf with his buddies several times a week.” Soon as the words were out, she realised Max meant now, not then.
“I don’t play golf.” His lips curled upward at the corners, good-naturedly.
She smiled back, wanting to kiss those corners. “It’s not a deal breaker.”
“Is there something that is?”
“Nothing comes to mind.” She shrugged, unsure what to say next. She really was out of practice when it came to flirting.
“Tell me about you?”
“I…we purchased a car dealership ten years ago, and Fred became a salesman while the economics of the business and our personal finances fell on to me. Now, I’m alone and still running things.” She fingered the stem of her glass, recognising how dull it sounded and how tiresome it was to be the one always in charge.
“Ever wish you could let go? Let your guard down and let someone else take care of you, even if just for one evening?” His tone was soft and seductive, wrapping around her insides like a silken thread and drawing her to him.
“ Mmm .” She closed her eyes briefly, savouring the notion. “I’d love to relinquish control.”
When she opened her eyes and they connected with his dark, alluring ones, she understood what he meant. Sexual control. Her stomach clutched, but not with fear, with titillation.
* * * *
Max couldn’t take his eyes off Wendy’s.
In the candlelight, hers had darkened to an enticing shade of blue. She licked her lips, her pink tongue contrasting with the deep rose of her lipstick, which had stained the rim of her wineglass. He was sorely tempted to touch his tongue to the brim, just to sample a taste of her.
He restrained himself. Later. Then, if he got lucky, he’d taste more than her mouth. Her lush breasts, outlined by the black silk of her dress, teased him from across the table. Their graceful sway whenever she lifted her glass or heaved a breathy sigh sent shockwaves to his dick.
“Tell me about you,” she murmured, her voice midnight low and husky. He prepared to tell her some personal sexual preferences when she said, “I read in your profile you’re divorced. What went wrong?”
He chuckled. “You really are rusty at this.”
“I’m sorry.” Her cheeks blushed pink.
He hadn’t meant to embarrass her. If it put her at ease to know about his ex, he’d tell her.
“My ex-wife changed. At first, we both had a lust for sex and travel.”
“Uh-huh.” Her eyes glinted with curiosity, which he suspected wasn’t merely travel oriented.
“After three years, she wanted to stay at home and make a baby. I didn’t.” He couldn’t, but that was too much information for a first date. He handed her a menu. “Shocked?”
“Not yet.” Her smoky eyes sent him a sexy signal before she opened her menu.
With one look she had his dick dancing. He shifted on his chair and concentrated on pasta dishes. His fingers tightened on the menu until he gained control of his spiking testosterone.
He cleared his throat. “I recommend the cannelloni. It’s the speciality of the house.”
“You must come here often.” She nodded to his unopened menu.
“Mostly alone. I like the slow pace at the end of the day.” But tonight, he wouldn’t mind faster service.
She put down her menu. “Why don’t you order for both of us?”
He grinned. He liked that a lot. He admired a woman who wasn’t afraid to concede to a man’s opinion on occasion. He relished even more one who capitulated in bed.
After he placed their orders, he turned to her. “I was surprised you were as pretty as your
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