Hotwife Car Lot
Alana Church
Editorial: _Boruma Publishing, LLC
Sinopsis
Jack needs to sell some cars if he's going to keep his business. Honey needs a different man in her bed to keep her libido under control. And Tyler needs a new car. Can Honey's plan to trade her body and an afternoon of no-strings sex for a car sale really work? Find out in "Hotwife Car Lot" today! ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ “Jack!” a light, female voice called. A woman appeared around a corner, walking toward them. “That Henderson woman called again about the red Taurus. She wants to know if we’re willing to knock anything off the price.” “No. We’re not. In fact,” Jack continued, “you can tell her we’re bumping the price up by a hundred bucks every time she calls.” “But…” Honey swallowed her words as Jack sent a look her way. Tyler followed his gaze. And then he looked again. Rex had told him about the secretary at the dealership. But he had thought his friend had been exaggerating. Rex had always been a guy who stretched the truth, especially if it could make him look better. But this time, Tyler thought, Rex had, for the first time in his life, actually understated the secretary’s allure. She had the face of a girl and the body of a woman. A woman in her absolute prime. But she flushed and averted her eyes at Jack’s harsh words. Tyler took the opportunity to drink her in. Black hair. Sweet, full-lipped mouth. Full-breasted, lean-hipped, and with a winsome face with high, arching brows. She was dressed professionally, but the black, tight-wrapped pencil-skirt was just a little too short, the crimson, plunging v-neck sweater just a little too tight, with far too much of the inner curves of Honey’s breasts visible to the eager eye. “Um. Hi,” Tyler said. “Hello,” Honey said. A flash of dark eyes, wise and wicked, and then she lowered her gaze again. Tyler felt a rush of heat in his groin, and fought to keep it under control. “Fifty-eight hundred is the price we’re asking, but there’s other things to take into account. Taxes, tags, title and plates. That’s going to bump things up a bit.” He scrawled on a bit of paper. Purely for effect, Tyler thought. “That’s going to take the closing price to somewhere…” He looked up. “Just under sixty-seven hundred. Sorry.” Tyler’s lips tightened. But his father had taught him a thing or two about bargaining for a car. And the most important lesson was the ability, the sheer guts to say- “That’s out of my budget. Sorry. No.” Tyler stood up. “I can go up a bit. But not that much.” He nodded at Honey, then at Jack. “Sorry for wasting your time.” “Whoa. Hey!” Jack stood up in turn, his hands spread wide. “Don’t be so hasty, Tyler. I’m a reasonable man. Let me sweeten the pot a bit.” “I can’t go over six grand,” Tyler said stubbornly. Though, to himself, he had decided he would go as high as sixty-two hundred. Maybe sixty-three. “Sorry. But that’s the way it is.” “Is it?” He exchanged a glance at Honey, who had been watching the entire proceedings with a slightly amused expression. He cocked an eyebrow. She gave a shallow nod in reply. “What do you think of our Tyler, Honey?” he asked, standing behind her chair, his hands on her shoulders. The woman licked her lips, the pink arrow of her tongue emerging for a moment. “Impressive. Most impressive, especially for a man as…young… as he is.” “I thought you might say so.” Jack cocked his head and looked at Tyler. “What do you say, kid?” He reached down, spreading the neckline of Honey’s sweater. The sight made Tyler's mouth go dry. “Sixty-five hundred. And I’ll let you screw my wife.”
Disponible desde: 23/02/2024.
Longitud de impresión: 25 páginas.
