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  “I have to say the evening certainly was exciting. The wine was aromatic, the dinner scrumptious, the company charming, and the entertainment original.”

  “Thanks to you.”

  She kissed him goodnight, taking the tiny gift box with her when she left.

  Halleluiah.

  Chapter Five

  Max called Wendy at the dealership the next day.

  “You’re not having any morning-after doubts, are you?” His voice thrummed through her like it had upon their first meeting. His sexy allure was unlike any she’d ever known before. Yet, she forced herself to resist him.

  “No doubts,” Wendy lied. “I had an exceptional night.” That much was the truth. She’d relived every word, action and nuance over and again. She’d hardly slept.

  But in the light of day, she knew she’d acted out of character. She wasn’t the kind of woman to have sex on a first date. She wasn’t the kind to submit herself to a man’s desires for her own gratification, and one so young at that. Anyway, she hadn’t been until last night.

  “Are we on for the movie tomorrow night?” he asked.

  “I’ll have to get back to you on that. I have to check my schedule.” After a hurried goodbye, she hung up.

  As if there was anything in her appointment book. She’d spend the evening and the next and the next, like all the others, in her pyjamas by seven p.m. watching TV.

  Read a book, for cripe’s sake, she scolded herself.

  Max persisted and called every day, and every day she put him off. She needed time to think. To put him and her life into proper perspective. Although, there wasn’t anything proper about Max, outward appearances aside. He looked successful, responsible and easy-going, until he was aroused. Then he was dominant, demanding and, God help her, fantastic in the sack. She craved him like chocolate but denied herself both indulgences.

  He was too young for her. He was too kinky for her. He was all wrong for her. She’d had her one wild night. Now back to reality, boring as that was.

  By the end of the week, her life was back to normal and dull as ever. Bringing up an order on the computer screen, she said into the phone, “I’m sorry, John, but the new hybrid is still on back order.”

  “When will it be in?” He paused. “Remember Fred and I were old friends.”

  “Honestly, I don’t have a delivery date for any of the hybrids. I promise to call you as soon as I hear.”

  She hung up and shook her head. The hybrid was so hard to get in Pykes City and the surrounding areas that several customers on the waiting list had offered her bribes to get their hands on the first one to hit the showroom. Any colour.

  The day dragged on with paperwork, phone calls, problems with customers, parts, detailing, plates, insurance. You name it. But no calls from Max. He’d given up, and although she knew it was for the best, a part of her felt let down.

  At four o’clock, the gang at the dealership surprised her.

  “Happy birthday,” they shouted while carrying a pink and white frosted cake.

  She’d forgotten. Or, most likely, she’d wanted to forget.

  While they sang the verse, she counted more dripping candles than pink-iced roses.

  How dreadful.

  When they finished the cheerful song, she blew out all the flickering flames, even though it took more than two breaths. All the same, she smiled and pretended it was the start of another great year. Another year of loneliness.

  When she got home, she didn’t hop right into her pyjamas. She waited for the phone to ring and pounced when it did.

  “Happy birthday, Mom.”

  “Tyler, I knew you’d call.” She grinned at the sound of her only son’s familiar voice. Birthdays were for spending with family, not employees or acquaintances. The day had taken a turn for the better.

  “I know we’ve done dinner on your birthday for the past two years since Dad’s been gone, but I’m sorry, I can’t make it this year. I didn’t realise the Mariah Carey concert tickets were for tonight until Rachel called.”

  “I understand. I hear tickets for Mariah Carey are hard to get.” Her heart ached, but she refused to be a clingy mother. “Besides, young people should be with young people.”

  After agreeing it was merely a postponement of the dinner and not a cancellation, they hung up.

  Young people should be with young people. Warning bells went off. Max. She’d been right to avoid him all week. Even so, she flopped onto the nearest chair, miserable. She kicked off her heels. The only thing worse than getting older was getting older alone.

  The phone jangled again. She jumped up. Tyler had changed his plans. Selfish, but she felt elated.

  “Hello, Wendy. Thought I’d touch base with you.” Max’s voice reverberated through the phone, affecting her like it always did.

  Her flesh tingled and her stomach did a flip-flop. At her age, how silly.

  “What’s new?”

  “It’s my birthday and our age gap just widened.”

  “Birthdays are only numbers.” He brushed off her worry. “Why don’t we go out and celebrate? Unless you have other plans.”

  Her plans included the TV Guide and a TV dinner.

  “I did, but my son had to postpone at the last moment. Don’t you have plans on a Saturday night?” she asked, curious and surprised.

  “My mind was set on you, and my invitation to the movie is still open. I’ll even buy you a present.”

  “Your presents are strange.” She laughed, feeling better, less lonely. The heck with their age difference. Max was just what she needed tonight.

  “I’ll let you pick it out at the adult superstore.” He chuckled. “Price is no object.”

  “I’ll just wear the gift you already bought me.” She sounded throaty. He brought out the naughty side of her so easily, a side she hadn’t known existed until they’d met.

  “Don’t forget to load the batteries.”

  “Bring extras,” she said, her voice enticing.

  “I’ll be there within the hour.”

  * * * *

  Sad, but Max was happy that Wendy’s son had stood her up. For whatever reason, she was willing at last and no longer merely a voice on the phone putting him off with an echo of regret. That’s what had driven him to persist. Her hauntingly lonely but sensual voice had touched the empty parts of him.

  He had patience, in bed and out, and it had paid off tonight. The expectation of being with Wendy had only stoked his need. He ached to have her again, to be with her and in her.

  He squeezed her hand as she sat next to him in the theatre.

  “I never knew an IMAX screen was so huge.” Wendy craned her neck to see the bottom of the screen from their upper tier seating.

  “The screen’s seven storeys tall with a multi-speaker sound system. This one’s equipped with 3-D technology.”

  “Good grief.” She dug into the tub of popcorn and munched a handful.

  He handed her the 3-D eyewear. “The show’s an underwater adventure.”

  Perching the plastic glasses with the coloured lenses on her nose, she faced him. “Do they make me look intelligent?”

  “Beautiful, sexy and scholarly.” He met her eyes through the coloured plastic. She was all three of those things, even wearing the goofy-looking glasses.

  “Wendy.” At the sound of her name, they both turned their heads towards the aisle. A bubbly twenty-something woman shot them a quick wave while balancing her jumbo soda. “I thought you were going out on the town with your son tonight.”

  “Something came up at the last minute. This is—”

  “Well, I’m glad one of Tyler’s friends was able to fill in for him.”

  “Over here.” A voice called and the woman disappeared into the darkness above them.

  Clearly stunned, Wendy sat there as if she’d been slapped. Max reached over and hugged her stiffened shoulder.

  “I didn’t have a chance to introduce you to Marsha,” she said blankly. “She works in the
parts department at the dealership.”

  “I wouldn’t worry about it. Manners don’t seem to be a priority of hers.”

  “She’s still young and dumb.”

  “My point exactly.” He pecked a kiss to her forehead and continued to hold her.

  Seemed the age difference was still a problem for her, and possibly the reason she’d put off going out this second time. He intended to do everything in his power to make her forget about the insensitive coworker. Luckily, he had just the device to aid him.

  * * * *

  Forcing Marsha and her none-too-flattering assumption to the back of her mind, Wendy concentrated on the crunchy buttered popcorn and the hunky man sitting next to her.

  By the time the lights went out and the movie experience began—with sea creatures swimming right at her in the third dimension, the relaxing sounds of the ocean ebbing and flowing around her, and Max’s warm, strong hand holding hers—she felt carefree for the first time in years. The feeling could become addictive, she warned herself.

  As soon as they finished the popcorn and she was once again entranced by the 3-D effects, a tingle rippled inside her. The sexually exciting tickle built in intensity ever so slowly.

  Ah. The stimulator she’d inserted on his dare. And Max was playing.

  She jerked her head to catch him in the act. Sure enough his hand was in his pocket and his face looked too passive to be innocent.

  She bumped his elbow and he whispered, “What?”

  “More.” She sent him a steamy glance.

  The next shot from his remote sent an undulating wave of prickles radiating at a much quicker, steadier pace. She crossed her legs, squeezing her thighs together to contain the delicious feeling of lust firing her flesh.

  Max sent jolts pulsating through her core at intermittent intervals. Anticipation excited her as much as the actual resonations. She gripped the armrests as the thrills escalated with each tap of his thumb on the button of the remote.

  When she was so wet the crotch of her panties felt damp with craving, she rubbed her leg along his calf to get his attention. He leaned his head down closer to hers and she whispered near his ear. “I’m ready to leave.”

  Without giving anything away, he engaged the remote and a sluggish, pulsing beat thrummed inside her, arousing her to a frenzied state of urgency. She tugged on his sleeve and reached for her purse.

  “Don’t you want to see how it ends?”

  “I’m counting on a happy ending. For the movie and me.” She stood and angled down the narrow aisle. He followed close behind. Too close. His body heat and scent only stimulated her further.

  Once outside, the chill, early spring night air did nothing to cool her desire. As they walked down the block, arm in arm, towards the parking lot, a man approached them.

  “Hey, Max.” He stopped and held his hand out to her. “Are you a client of Max’s? I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Jim, an associate with the firm. Nice to meet you, Ms…”

  “Wendy Reed.” She took his hand.

  “Excuse my appearance.” He gestured to his sweats and sneakers. “I’ve just come from the gym.”

  “Wendy and I were at the cineplex.” Max pulled her closer, making it clear their togetherness wasn’t business related.

  “Have a good night.” With a wink and a wave, he jogged off.

  She looked at Max and sighed. “Another person who assumes you’re too young to be my date. Between Jim and Marsha, there’s going to be speculations flying over Monday morning lattes.”

  Jingling the keys in his pocket, he searched her face. “What they think doesn’t concern me. I hope it doesn’t bother you?”

  “It doesn’t when it’s just you and me.” Her shoulders sagged. “But when other people assume we couldn’t possibly be out together, I have to admit I have second and third thoughts about our age difference.”

  “Screw them.” He smacked a kiss to her lips that raced her blood. “You’re gorgeous and they’re jealous idiots.”

  No sooner did the words leave his mouth than a vibration hummed in her panties, and her impatience to get Max alone overshadowed her anxieties.

  Chapter Six

  Max drove Wendy home, saw her to the door, and let her drag him inside. Lucky man that he was.

  He kicked the door shut with the heel of his shoe while her crotch pressed against his growing hard-on. Her mouth devoured his and an ecstatic rush of blood shot to his head. Both heads. This woman made him laugh and come, he managed to make her laugh and come, and all without having to turn himself inside out to do it. A welcome change in his life.

  “We seem to spend a lot of time in foyers,” she mumbled between demanding kisses. “Let’s move into my bedroom.”

  He pulled his mouth from hers. “No tour of the house?”

  “After.” She took his hand and led him up the staircase and into the master suite. The bedroom smelt like her, spicy and feminine. The bed had a frilly canopy.

  “Yours and Fred’s?” He sat on the edge of the mattress.

  She stood in front of him. “New.”

  “Nice.” He reached out, pulled her closer by her hips and nuzzled his face into her crotch, inhaling her musky, sexy scent. She cradled his head and fisted her fingers into his hair.

  Hooking his fingers into the waistband of her jeans, he tugged. “How about I give you your birthday present?”

  Before he could make a move to assist, she unzipped and undressed with more ease and grace than a stripper. “I’m ready for my present now.” She stood before him naked with only the retrieval cord of the Golden Egg dangling.

  His heart pounded. “You’re so damn sexy.”

  “So are you when you’re not wearing so many clothes.” She ran her finger down his shirt placket in a suggestive gesture that wasn’t wasted.

  He traded places with her, sitting her on the edge of the bed while he stripped for her, not bothering with much finesse.

  Her eyes gleamed with lust all the same. “You’re quite fit and handsome. You’d make beautiful babies.” She eyed his ‘baby-making organ’. “I know you said you didn’t want a child now, but someday down the road you may want to leave your worldly possessions and gorgeous genes to one.”

  He shook his head.

  “You never know.”

  But he knew. A high school football injury had left him infertile and he’d learned to accept it. “There are enough children in the world.” He didn’t want to discuss his sterility and kill the mood.

  “One’s enough for me,” she said.

  “If I ever have the desire to play daddy, you can lend me your son.” He leant down and smothered her mouth to kiss away any further discussion. Her anxiety over age and his over his immobile swimmies, as his ex lovingly called them, were both non-issues in their relationship as far as he was concerned.

  Once he had her panting, he released her and fished through his jeans pocket for a rubber.

  “Did I mention how much I admire your tight booty?” She leant back on her elbows while twirling her finger for him to turn around.

  “Booty.” He chuckled, obliging her by turning his backside to her. “Can’t say the subject was mentioned.”

  “Your buns are so round and squeezable and kissable. May I?”

  “How can I refuse? No one’s ever complimented my ass in such glowing terms before.” The remark was flip, but he was pleased by her praise.

  Her fingers caressed his behind, one hand on each cheek and she squeezed. His dick sprang up rock-hard. When her soft, moist mouth touched his flesh where her hands had been, his cock quivered and spurted pre-cum. He strained to keep from ravaging her until she finished kissing him.

  Then he pounced.

  He tucked her curvaceous body beneath his, revelling in her softness and wetness. With his cock nestled between her thighs and her ample breasts crushed beneath his chest, he clutched her hair in his fingers.

  “Not much foreplay tonight.” She taunted with her eyes lighting up, he
r mouth temptingly open.

  “I plan to eat your pussy.”

  She stopped laughing.

  “I take it you’re agreeable.”

  “Oh, yes.” Her voice sounded silky and breathy.

  Reaching down between her legs, he plucked the stimulator from her pussy and placed it on the night stand.

  “I kind of miss it,” she said.

  “I’m going to replace it with something even better.”

  She shuddered, expectation glimmering in her eyes.

  He dragged his body from hers, positioning her thighs over his shoulders so he had access to her sweet, tender inner lips.

  As he touched the tip of his tongue to her slit, she bucked her hips to get closer to his mouth. But he gripped her bottom and stilled her movements. Teasing her, he flicked his tongue back and forth inside her folds with feathery but quick motions. She moaned and tried to grind her hips.

  Her squirming urged him on. He delved deeper, harder, faster, licking and sucking. He slid his hands upward along her ribs, over her stomach. Her skin felt soft and supple, her body lush and taut. He felt her purr deep in her belly.

  Sliding one hand down over her belly button and towards her pussy, he thumbed her clit while his mouth continued to devour her. She pumped her hips, pushed against his mouth and begged, “Please, Max.”

  Her clit was a knotted nub. She was oh, so wet. He lapped at her musky juices. She tasted luscious. His cock felt ready to explode. But he’d promised to bring her to orgasm with his mouth and he planned to keep his word.

  He penetrated her opening, plunging his tongue in and out fast until she shuddered and cried out. When her muscles tightened and then went lax, he released her legs and slithered atop her body.

  Kissing her mouth while capturing her panting breaths, he murmured, “Happy birthday, Wendy.”

  Chapter Seven

  When Max finally entered Wendy, his hard, throbbing cock halted her breath in her throat. At her reaction, he heaved what sounded like a satisfied sigh.