The Wine Tasting by Selena Blake
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The Wine Tasting by Selena Blake This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The Wine Tasting Copyright© 2008 Selena Blake ISBN: 978‐1‐60088‐349‐1 Cover Artist: Bree Bridges Editor: Melissa Darnell All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews. Cobblestone Press, LLC www.cobblestone‐press.com
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Dedication To my readers. Your notes keep me going when the writing gets tough.
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[email protected] Subject: The Bet 1787 Lafite G.W. You have seven days. Zeus * * * * * Braxton Hughes stepped out of the limo and tugged his bow tie into place. Roger Savadeʹs enormous French chateau sat at the end of the cobblestone walk, looking regal and impenetrable. He held out his hand to the woman in the backseat, and she slipped her satin‐gloved fingers into his. For a woman pushing fifty, Claire Renaldae looked great in her lavender dress with her hair perfectly coiffed. He tucked her arm through his and started up the path with the other guests, anticipation sizzling through his veins. “Thanks for bringing me tonight,” Claire said, her voice soft. Her silver gray eyes, rimmed with dark liner, sparkled up at him. There was an air of smoky sophistication about her, showing him that she belonged
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The Wine Tasting by Selena Blake at parties like this one. Rubbing shoulders with the filthy rich, dancing until dawn. Recently divorced, she was here to show up her ex‐husband with a hot new stud on her arm. Braxton was here for the wine. Heʹd known as soon as heʹd pushed himself out of the pool at Chateau Le Cannet four days ago that Claire was perfect for him. Perfect for the job. Sheʹd been lying on a lounge chair, a black one piece showing off a trim, sun‐kissed figure. The big, fluffy hat hadnʹt been able to shadow the look of desire in her eyes when sheʹd glanced at his body glistening from his afternoon swim. It had taken little effort to strike up a conversation and find out about her ex‐husband and her invitation to the Savade party. Nor had it taken much effort to casually offer to escort her to said party. “Youʹre welcome.” He glanced around at the other guests, nodding at the few who made eye contact. “Think heʹll be here?” “Of course. He wouldnʹt miss a party like this, or a chance to show her off.” The her Claire was referring to was her ex‐husbandʹs new mistress, Scandinavian supermodel Mia Rassmusen. Sheʹd mentioned the other woman several times, and he found himself wondering why a woman like Claire would waste her time and energy on a man like her ex‐husband. She may not have been a hot, young supermodel, but she was smart and witty enough. And not at all bad on the eyes. Years of spa treatments had, no doubt, seen to that. “Well, I seriously doubt sheʹll look anywhere near as beautiful as you,” he said, playing his part. Claire preened under his gaze, her spine straightening. “Youʹre so sweet.” She squeezed his arm. The receiving line slowed to a halt. Brax looked around the manor, noting the number of windows and doors and their locations. His gaze traveled over the shrubs and stone walls of the landscape. The large front doors were wide open, and golden yellow light poured out. He could hear music. Probably some lesser known French composer.
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The Wine Tasting by Selena Blake “Roger Savade is such a pompous ass. He hosts these parties to show off his money. His things,” Claire whispered. He glanced down at the necklace dripping with diamonds around her neck. Speaking of showing off oneʹs wealth.... “Just like my ex‐husband.” Brax stayed silent and watched as the hosts greeted the guests. It wasnʹt that he didnʹt agree with her. Roger was known to flaunt his money and his possessions. Brax wondered if heʹd have the 1787 Lafite on display in the dining room. That would sure make his job easy. The line moved forward, and he saw their host nodding to a short, graying gentleman. By habit, Brax surveyed his surroundings for security, both electronic and hard, hired muscle. Did Roger Savade even know the significance of the 1787 Lafite, or had he bought it just because someone had told him it was rare? “Claire! How are you?” The feminine voice with the French accent pulled him from his thoughts. Claire tugged on his arm until they were standing in front of the blonde woman just inside the door. “Rona. Iʹm well, and yourself?” Claire replied, clasping the other womanʹs hands in her own. They did the air kiss thing and stood back to sum each other up. “Fabulous. Thanks so much for coming. Roger will be so glad you came.” “Speaking of Roger, where is he?” “Iʹm afraid he got pulled away. Heʹll be around. Whoʹs your friend?” “This is Braxton Hughes from L.A.” Brax exchanged pleasantries, all the while looking around the enormous foyer. Priceless antiques and artifacts dotted the space. It was an art collector’s paradise. “Enjoy the party,” Rona said, already turning to greet the next person in line. “We will,” Claire cooed. They stepped across the foyer toward the grand hall. The music and laughter grew louder. Expensive perfume and spicy cologne filled his nose.
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The Wine Tasting by Selena Blake “You know thereʹs a rumor—“ Claire began. “Claire.” They turned to see a silver‐haired man in an expensive‐looking tuxedo. Brax felt her freeze next to him. “Charles,” she said, her voice wooden. The two stared at each other in tense silence. This must be the ex. The last thing Brax needed tonight was a jealous ex‐husband drawing unwanted attention. “Whoʹs this?” the ex asked. “Braxton Hughes,” she said, inching closer to Brax. “My date. Whereʹs whatʹs‐her‐name?” “We broke up, mon petite chou.” He held out his hands, palms up as if to surrender. “Tu me monques.” He saw her shoulders sag just a little as she put a tiny bit of space between them. The look on her beautifully made up face told him she was warring inside. Itʹd take a coldhearted woman to resist being called a little cabbage by the man she still loved. And when said man started murmuring things like ʹI miss youʹ, it was a safe bet that Brax was on his own. “Iʹm going to go get something to drink,” he said and excused himself. The exquisite details of the Neoclassical architecture werenʹt lost on him as he made his way through the crowd. Heavily‐carved crown moldings detailed every nook and corner. Columns soared up to a sculpted ceiling high above the grand hall. He strode across the polished black and white checkerboard marble and almost did a double take as he passed a heavily gilded mirror. This job had required him to cut and color his hair a rich chocolate brown. Heʹd put in contacts to make his blue eyes green. Gone were his summer surfer dude good looks. He smiled at the thought. He wasnʹt that broken up about losing his date. At least now he didnʹt feel like a gigolo. But it would be more difficult to fit in and snoop around. He plucked a flute of champagne from a passing tray and made his way through the huge rooms, casually looking for his prize.
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The Wine Tasting by Selena Blake If I were a priceless bottle of wine, where would I be? he thought and turned to see a vision walk through the door. She was tall...even without the killer strappy heels that made him dream of fast and furious sex. Curvy in all the right places with lush breasts that would fill his hands and then some. The midnight blue fabric hugged her pale skin like a glove, shimmering as she moved. It dipped down deep into her cleavage, teasing his cock and his eyes. He stopping breathing as her eyes locked with his. Classical. Her features, the careful twist of her charcoal brown hair, the delicate jewelry she wore on her wrist and ears...all spoke of elegant taste. Her eyes looked blue from here, but he would need to get closer to see if he was right. Momentarily, he forgot about the reason for coming to tonightʹs party and wondered if she was as soft as she looked. If her raspberry colored lips would taste sweet and yet tart. Remembering his mission, he mentally shook his head and then finished his champagne. “Keep your eye on the prize,” he muttered to himself and tried to think of every dull, arcane thing that would keep his cock from standing at attention. He let his gaze wander around the impressive space as he reviewed his mental checklist for tonightʹs reconnaissance mission. Find the item. Find a way back in. Check for security. A soft, lyrical laugh filled the air, and he sought out the sound’s source with his eyes. It was her, of course, laughing at some older man, her hand pressed against her heart. Damn, she was beautiful. Stunning. Doubly so when she smiled. Those lips, framing perfect white teeth, tortured him with thoughts he had no business thinking. Not tonight. But his private pep talk wasnʹt helping. All he could think of was her and the fact that heʹd never been knocked off his game before. Never. Work came first. Pleasure came second. Claire had been part of the plan. Essential. But the beauty in the blue dress with the lovely laugh.... She wasnʹt part of the plan at all. In fact, she was a risk, a temptation he hadnʹt even considered.
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The Wine Tasting by Selena Blake He needed some fresh air. Cold air. A tall set of doors to his right opened to a stone terrace that would save him from staring at her any longer. Brax made his getaway. Damn, he didnʹt have time for a distraction. He needed to look around. From where he stood, he could see a lower level of the house. Maybe it was in a vault down there. Or a cellar. A waiter circulated among the few guests braving the chilly evening air, and he swapped out his empty glass for a full one. Slowly he sipped the bubbly liquid and turned to take in his surroundings. He carefully gauged distances, counted the exits, looked for alternate entry points and scoped out the homeʹs security. After he finished this glass, heʹd find a way downstairs. Not that he was stalling.... “Can I give you a tour?” He turned to see her standing halfway between him and the door, the yellow light silhouetting her. A small smile pulled the corners of her mouth upward. “Sorry. I just find the architecture amazing.” “It is lovely.” She stepped closer, and he felt a punch low in the gut. “Indeed. It must have been built in the mid sixteen hundreds.” “Sixteen forty‐two, actually.” She stopped next to him and leaned against the carved stone railing. So much for the crisp night air cooling his libido. One look at her and his temperature was through the roof. He quirked an eyebrow as he stared down into her upturned face and tried not to notice the thick fringe of dark lashes around her crystal blue eyes. Without her heels, she must have been at least five‐foot‐eight. With them, she came up to his chin, and he wondered what itʹd feel like to have her in his arms. To nuzzle the creamy skin of her naked neck. “This is my fatherʹs home,” she said matter‐of‐factly. That cooled him down.
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Chapter Two Roger Savadeʹs daughter? No way. She couldnʹt be a day over twenty‐five. She hadnʹt appeared in any of his research. She held out her hand. “Elise Savade.” Instead of shaking her hand, he lifted it to his lips and brushed a kiss across her sweet‐smelling skin. “Braxton Hughes,” he said but didnʹt let her hand go. Instead, he rubbed his kiss into her skin with his thumb. “So, Mr. Hughes.... Would you like a tour?” The way she spoke sounded as if she was asking if heʹd like a tour of a much more personal sort. Heaven help him, he couldnʹt deny that he very much wanted an intimate tour. Of her. And with Claire otherwise engaged.... This would be the perfect opportunity to snoop around the house. And now that he knew who she was, and who she was related to, he could get the grand tour without drawing attention to himself. “Absolutely.” Elise led him through the throng of people, past the quartet, and into a long central hallway. She spoke softly, telling him about this and that. He found himself watching her speak instead of paying attention to the layout of the house. “What do you do, Mr. Hughes?” Damn, her accent was sexy. English with a touch of French. She must have spent a great deal of time in England. “I was an architect,” he lied.
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The Wine Tasting by Selena Blake “Was?” “Before my wife died. Afterward I left the firm. Right now Iʹm trying to find inspiration to go back.” It almost sickened him how easily the lies rolled from his tongue. How easily he stuck with the story heʹd created. But Zeusʹs email flashed through his mind. It was a bet to see who was the best. Seven thieves. Seven days. Seven priceless prizes. His prize was a bottle of 1787 Lafitte G.W. The bottle. There was only one left in the world. It was somewhere in this house, and it was his job to steal it. “Iʹm so sorry,” she said in that soft, feminine voice. She put her hand on his arm and stared up into his eyes. He knew she meant to comfort him, but this close, when he could make out the aqua flecks of her eyes and inhale her delicate perfume, it was all he could do to keep his hands to himself. “Donʹt be. It was years ago. Iʹve moved on. I find the architecture in Europe rekindles my spirit.” He gave her his most charming smile. She seemed relieved by his words. “Would you like another drink? The Marguex is excellent.” She glanced at the empty champagne flute in his hand. “Sure.” Lucky for him, it took a lot more than a few glasses of bubbly to get him drunk. “I bet it takes a massive kitchen to feed a crowd like this,” he murmured as a waiter passed by with an hors dʹ oeuvres tray. He scooped one up and popped it into his mouth. The salmon mousse melted on his tongue. She smiled. “And a massive wine cellar.” “Was it original? To the house I mean.” He tried not to smile, tried to remain aloof as if his only interest was the house. “Iʹm not sure. Itʹs right through here, if youʹd like to see it.” The look she was giving him told him she didnʹt care if they ʹsawʹ the cellar or not. His blood came to a slow boil, and he suddenly felt the need to undo the top button of his shirt. “Lead the way.”
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The Wine Tasting by Selena Blake He deposited his empty glass on a nearby table, excitement surging through him as she linked her fingers with his and pulled him through a sitting room and down another hall. She paused in front of a large, ornately carved door and twisted the ancient knob. A burst of dank, slightly musty air hit him in the face. She reached out and a light flickered on, showcasing a stone staircase. “Shall I go first?” he offered. “You can catch me if I fall.” “Gladly.” He started down the steps. Her high heels clanked against the stone as she descended behind him. He was so close to the prize he could feel it. This was the perfect spot to store the Lafite bottle. His nerves were on red alert. “Are you a big wine drinker?” she asked as they came to the bottom of the stairs. A cool, cavernous room awaited them. Everywhere he looked, there were rows and rows of dark bottles lying like little torpedoes waiting to be uncorked and enjoyed. “Evidentially not as big as your father.” She trailed her hand over the smooth glass of a nearby bottle as if she were caressing her loverʹs body. He instantly wanted to be that man. “Hardly anyone is.” She studied one row and then another before selecting a bottle. “This is Daddyʹs first love. Some would say his only love. He always has to have one more for his precious collection.” She stepped over to the wall‐mounted corkscrew and expertly removed the cork. She reached for two crystal goblets and poured a perfect four ounces in each before turning toward him. “This is a great vintage.” She rattled off details about hints of this, notes of that, but he wasnʹt paying attention. His focus was zeroed in on her lips. So perfectly shaped. Glossy, pink, and begging to be kissed. “You know your wine,” he said when those lips stopped moving. “I grew up around it,” she said and handed him a glass. Then she took a sip. He did the same, watching her over the rim. She stared back at him, seemingly uninterested in small talk. Some women he knew would be uncomfortable with the silence.
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The Wine Tasting by Selena Blake Uncomfortable locking gazes. But she simply stared him down, sipping her wine. But he could tell that her mind was churning. He broke from the staring contest first and stepped to the nearest row of shelves, reading the labels. He moved along as if he were in a library, reading the spines of the books. “How many bottles do you suppose are down here?” he asked. “I donʹt know. Five thousand? Maybe more.” “Thatʹs incredible. Iʹve never seen a collection like this. It makes my little wine cooler back home look pathetic.” She laughed that lyrical laugh of hers and told him to finish his wine. “Iʹm starting to think youʹre trying to get me drunk,” he teased. “Do I need to?” His cock sprang to life, and he forgot all about the bottle of 1787 Lafite he was looking for. He set his glass down on a nearby wine barrel and did the same with hers. “Does this answer your question?” he asked, cupping her cheeks in his hands. Staring deep into her eyes, he dipped his head toward hers. Their lips brushed against each other in a whisper of a kiss. The spark of electricity between them surprised him. But her sweetness stalled his thinking. He could only feel. Brax moved his mouth over hers, memorizing every soft detail. Every delicate sound coming from her throat, every breath. Her arms wound tightly around his neck, pulling him closer. He had no objections. Closing his eyes, he deepened the kiss, reveling in her warmth. They shared a breath, and he let his tongue slide along the seam of her lips. His hands roamed down over the curve of her waist to the flare of her hips before sliding up her bare back to cup her shoulders. She opened for him; in the next moment she pressed herself against him, her breasts crushing against his chest. He groaned and tightened his hold. Their tongues collided and tangled, and her fingers threaded through his hair. She tasted like the wine, only sweeter. Warmer. Wetter.
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The Wine Tasting by Selena Blake Reveling in her kiss, her touch, he ran one hand down her spine and felt her shiver against him. He cupped her ass with his palm and pulled her hard against him. His body soaked up the soft feel of her. The way her hips shifted against his erection made him think of an erotic dance. It made him wish they were both naked with an exotic song playing in the background. Something seductive and heady...like Elise. A bolt of white‐hot electricity jolted through him when she sucked on his tongue. He groaned into her mouth and shoved his hips against hers. She pulled back, gasping for air. Brax searched her gaze and found a look of blazing desire that matched what he felt. It served to heat his blood more. She leaned in close and rubbed her cheek against his. The tips of her fingers gently scraped along his scalp, giving him chills. “I have a secret,” she whispered. “I promise to keep it.” She laughed, and he loved the sound of it. So light and happy. So genuine. “Iʹm not wearing any panties.” Her voice was husky, seductive, and he felt the impact of her words deep in his gut. His cock was fighting to get out, to dive into her. She pulled back and met his eyes. The corner of her delicious mouth was turned up in a way that made him think of his cock sliding in and out of those lips. He grinned down at her. Naughty girl. “And I bet no bra either,” he murmured, staring pointedly at the ample cleavage on display. “Wouldnʹt you like to find out.” Such a saucy reply from such a seemingly demure woman. Damn, he was going to come if he wasnʹt careful. “I certainly would.” He wrapped his hands around the back of her shoulders and held her still as his tongue trailed down from her collarbone to the valley between her breasts. Elise let her head fall back as his lips trailed over her skin, feathering kisses. Heat spread over her slowly, as if every inch was
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The Wine Tasting by Selena Blake catching fire. He kneaded her shoulders with his fingers and nipped at the side of her breast. A sound somewhere between a laugh and a sigh escaped her lips, and she clutched his head with her hands. Slowly he made his way back up to her lips, kissing each corner before plundering her like a treasure chest. His hands flattened down her back, his heat branding her. A moan built in her throat, and she pushed closer. Desire slickened her pussy, and she opened her legs so she could rub against him. A noise overhead made her realize how crazy this was. Fucking a perfect stranger in her fatherʹs wine cellar. Anyone could walk in on them. The thought brought a rush she hadnʹt expected. But it wasnʹt just the idea of being caught. Braxton was so perfect. So cocky and assured. He definitely knew his way around a womanʹs body. As if heʹd read her mind and wanted to prove her right, his warm hands slid inside the back of her low cut dress and cupped her ass. His strong fingers massaged the flesh. More cream gushed from her core, and she ground her hips against the steely length of his cock. Wordlessly he picked her up and turned toward the large oak table in the center of the room. Her backside hit the cold surface, but it did little to cool the heat heʹd ignited inside her. With a brush of his talented fingers, the straps of her dress slid down her arms. His hands closed over her breasts, the thin fabric doing little to camouflage her excitement. She knew by the look in his eyes that her hardened nipples pleased him. Slowly he rubbed his palms over the eager peaks in a circular motion that did funny things to her insides. His eyes grew shuttered, and he tugged the fabric down. “Exquisite.” The slow, sure smile he gave her made her stomach flutter. She laid back and let him look his fill. Something about being on display for this man was incredibly exciting. Perhaps it was the anticipation of what he would say or do next. But it was also the thorough way he studied her, as if she was a priceless piece of art in a museum. He bent his dark head and flicked her aching nipple with the tip of his tongue. It was an image sheʹd never forget. His large hands cupped the
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The Wine Tasting by Selena Blake weight of her breasts, holding them up so he could alternate between them. She arched against him as his lips closed over her nipples, sucking them into the moist heat of his mouth. The flames inside grew hotter with each tender tug of his teeth. She felt his hands skim down her legs, gathering the fabric. Suddenly a breeze hit her mound, and a shiver raced over her thighs. As he knelt between her legs and blew cool air over her pussy, Elise thought there was a good possibility she might pass out. Sheʹd known the moment sheʹd laid eyes on him that he was the one who could tempt, torture, and delight her. There was something about his tall, dark, and handsome good looks. Something mysterious in his green eyes. He was definitely living up to that silent promise his eyes had made to drive her wild. A thick finger probed her slick folds. “Wet for me, baby?” “Soaked, monsieur.” Warm hands spread her thighs, and she felt the flick of his tongue on her clit. Electricity seemed to sizzle through her veins. She dropped back against the table and cupped her breasts in her hands, all her focus on the cluster of nerves being driven wild between her legs. Slowly he licked one lip from top to bottom and then the other. Then he pulled her slick folds apart and speared her with the tip of his tongue. “More,” she whimpered, wanting to move closer, to have that tongue all the way inside her. “Less?” he teased and pulled back. She lifted her head so she could stare down at him. He had a mischievous glint in his gorgeous green eyes, and she felt another jolt of desire deep inside. “More,” she told him again. A smile spread across his handsome face, and his dark head bent between her thighs once again. One long, thick finger slid deep into her core, twisting and turning, driving her crazy with the slow friction. He pushed her thighs father apart until she thought she might split in half. His mouth was hot on her pussy, devouring her. Long, slow licks
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The Wine Tasting by Selena Blake followed by quick, little flicks had her pushing herself into his mouth. A low laugh rumbled out of him, and she was surprised when the vibration turned her on even more. She pinched her nipples and pulled them up until a pang of pleasure/pain coursed through her. Slowly she twisted and massaged them before pulling on them again. He turned his finger inside her sheath and curled it slightly. She forgot all about her aching breasts. The pressure inside was odd and exciting at the same time. He sucked on her clit and wiggled his finger again. An orgasm snuck up on her and swallowed her like a tidal wave. Powerful and stunning, she lost her breath as it claimed her, body and soul. She bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out, but she couldnʹt stop the moan that climbed up her throat. Over and over he suckled on the tender nub, drawing out her pleasure. When the last wave subsided, she decided she needed to lock Braxton Hughes in the dungeon and keep him forever as her personal sex slave. Sheʹd never come that hard in her life. Or for that long. “I rather think you liked that,” he murmured as he kissed his way up her body. When his lips slanted across hers, she could smell her own musk and taste her cream on his lips. His tongue darted between her lips, thrusting against her own. She sucked him into her mouth, loving the taste of him, herself, and the wine all mixed together like an elixir. Her hands raked down his chest until she cupped his cock in her hand. She gave it a hard squeeze as she softened the kiss. He thrust against her palm, and she couldnʹt help but smile. Nipping his bottom lip with her teeth, she pulled back enough to look in his eyes. “Itʹs my turn, Mr. Hughes.”
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Chapter Three “Is it?” That dark, gravely voice turned her insides to mush. He smiled before kissing her again. All too quickly he straightened, pulling her up with him. The skirt of her dress slid down her legs, and she quickly tugged the bodice back into place. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips against his. Leaning against him, she switched their positions. She wasted no time sliding down his zipper or popping open the button on his slacks. He sucked in a breath as she reached for his cock. It was long and hot in her hand. She rubbed her thumb against the tender spot beneath the head, smiling when his hips jerked forward. “Just lay back and enjoy yourself, monsieur.” The corners of his handsome mouth turned up, then he did as he was told. Carefully she lowered herself to the brick floor and ignored the pain in her knees. She gave him a naughty smile before she licked her way up the length of his shaft. He smelled hot, salty, manly. Wrapping her hands around the base, she pumped up and down and let her lips slide over the tip. She teased him with her tongue and then pulled away so she could watch his face. Over and over she slid her hands up and down the length of him. His lips formed an O, and he closed his eyes. Just as he was starting to thrust against her, she sucked him hard into her mouth. A low groan rumbled through the cellar, and she knew he must be dying for release. And she wanted to please him just as much as heʹd pleased her.
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The Wine Tasting by Selena Blake Inhaling the salty sent of him, she settled her hands on his rock hard thighs and let him slide deeper into her mouth. When the tip of his cock nudged the back of her throat, she pulled away, letting her teeth graze gently against his sensitive skin. Tremors shook his body, and he fisted a hand in her hair. She didnʹt care that he was messing up the masterpiece that had taken the salon hours to prepare. All that mattered was the wonderful feeling of his touch, the shudders coursing through him, the pleasure they gave each other. She sank down over him, using her tongue and lips to give him a sensual massage. Again she was rewarded with a delicious tremor. “That feels so damn good.” She glanced up at him and found him watching her with lust‐filled eyes. “I aim to please,” she told him before licking the underside of his shaft from tip to base. She increased the speed, her head bobbing up and down on his cock. “Iʹm going to come if you keep that up,” he warned her a few minutes later. “Thatʹs the idea.” She felt positively wicked kneeling in front of him, her thighs wet with the remainder of her own pleasure, his pants wide open, a hard cock in her face. She was through being the prim and proper princess her father wanted her to be. It was all she could do to keep from smiling into the overhead security camera. Instead she closed her mouth over the fine specimen of masculinity and sucked it deep and hard. She used her thumb to press against the base of his cock while she increased the suction. Before she knew it, his muscles were tightening up like a guitar string, his hand clenching in her hair. She was completely unprepared for the salty taste that filled her mouth. But she swallowed and smiled up at him nevertheless. His handsome face was the picture of passion. She wondered how long it would take him to recover, how soon she could have him inside her. A sound drew her attention to the staircase. Footsteps.
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The Wine Tasting by Selena Blake “Company,” Braxton whispered. She nodded and stood up quickly. “Come on.” She slipped off her shoes and grabbed the bottle of wine. “Thereʹs a secret passage to the winery.” “Lead the way.” She led him around the corner of the cellar, the brick floor icy and rough against her bare feet. They passed her father’s prize collection and kept going until they got to the heavy metal door. Braxton stepped around her and turned the latch that unlocked it. With studied care, he swung it open and motioned her through. Inside, she reached for the light switch sheʹd found as a child. Dim bulbs flickered on overhead, casting an eerie, golden glow in the dank, cold tunnel. She led the way with Braxton hot on her heels. She tried to ignore the dampness and the spider webs that surrounded her and instead concentrate on the sinfully seductive man at her back. The taste of him was still fresh in her mouth. She held the bottle of wine to her lips and took an unladylike chug. She felt positively sinful. A right turn took them closer to the winery. Her heartbeat was racing through her veins, and she realized she was practically running. “You okay?” he asked. She slowed to a stop and waited for him to catch up. “Iʹm fine.” He slid his hand to the small of her back, his palm warm against her skin. “Youʹre safe.” He leaned in for a kiss. And while it calmed her nerves, it did nothing to slow her pulse. He took the bottle then laced his fingers through hers. When they finally came to the staircase that would lead them up to the holding room, she was shivering from the cold. A door identical to the one in the wine cellar sat at the top of the stairs. Braxton handed her the wine and opened the door. “Come on, baby, Iʹll warm you up.” He shrugged out of his coat and slipped it over her naked shoulders. The shoes slipped from her fingers and clattered against the old slate floor. The winery was dark, save for the moonlight coming from the front windows. Row after row of oak
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The Wine Tasting by Selena Blake barrels stacked to the ceiling stood before them like shadowy statues. He saw a row of single barrels stacked on their side. “I have an idea.” “Whatʹs that?” Her voice was husky. “Come here and find out,” he said and strode across the cave. He took off his shirt and shoes along the way. When he turned to her, she smiled. “I like the way you think.” Before he could touch her, she put the bottle down and shimmied out of the jacket and dress. Gloriously naked, she stood before him. He stripped out of his pants and socks. Elise immediately stepped toward him, moaning when her nipples brushed against the hard plain of his chest. Her skin was cool, smooth against his. He wrapped his arms around her, hoping his heat would warm her. Their lips met and merged. She clung to him when his tongue swept inside her mouth, and together they swayed, touching, tasting, dancing an ancient dance of passion and desire. He was hard again in no time, his cock pressed snuggly against the softness of her belly. He pulled away and stared into her eyes. For an instant he felt guilty...for using her to get what he wanted. “About that idea...” she said, clearly waiting for him to make his move. Gently he pushed her back until she was leaning against the barrel. Her hair fell from its pins into a sexy mess. He got a thrill out of knowing heʹd done that to her. And that she liked it. “Iʹve never sipped a thirty thousand dollar bottle of wine off of a beautiful woman before.” “That sounds so...sexy.” “Lean back,” he ordered and picked up the bottle sheʹd opened. Her skin was taut over her curves, delicious and calling to him. He drizzled the sweet elixir over her stomach. It pooled in her belly button. With a grin, he leaned over her, delighting in her gasps, and sipped the wine. “I think it adds a special something. Iʹll never be able to drink from
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The Wine Tasting by Selena Blake a glass again, sweetheart.” She moaned and cupped her breasts. He liked that she played with herself. He liked it a lot. Again and again he poured the wine over her pale skin, drinking it. Devouring her with his eyes. Her legs spread shamelessly, and this time when he poured the wine over her, he let it drizzle down through her dark curls and over her pussy. She sucked in a breath. He leaned in, licking the wine from her slick folds. Then he followed the path upward with his tongue. He kept going until his mouth closed over her left breast and he swirled his tongue around her nipple. “Enough—please. Braxton....” Her voice held a sense of urgency, and he was more than happy to comply. He reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a condom. Rolling it on was difficult when Elise was writhing on top of that damn wine barrel. Watching her excited him so much that his hands actually shook. Not a good thing when a steady hand meant being able to break into a safe or not. Her lush body called out to him, and he was on her in an instant, driving home with a single, beautiful thrust. Her tight sheath hugging him, every inch of him delighted at the sensation. Her head tossed back, her hair a disheveled mess, she wrapped her legs around his hips and made sexy little sounds in the back of her throat. To his surprise and delight, the wine barrel put him at the perfect height and her at the perfect angle. He pulled out and sank back into her slowly, over and over. His whole body quivered with the pleasure. He kept his slow, methodical rhythm, enjoying himself. Enjoying her. “That feels so good,” she moaned. Brax had never been with anyone like her. Someone who looked so sweet and innocent on the outside, and yet was so hot and wild on the inside. “Harder,” she begged. “I aim to please,” he said and thrust into her again. Harder and
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The Wine Tasting by Selena Blake harder he rode her, his control so close to the edge. With her head back, he couldnʹt see her eyes. She raised one arm over her head, and her breasts began swaying back and forth. Soon he felt her muscles rippling around him as her orgasm took hold. Her body tensed up, and she squeezed his forearms until her fingernails dug in. Her legs tightened around his waist, pulling him impossibly deeper. When it was over, her whole body relaxed, and she gave a euphoric sigh. He kissed the tender spot between her breasts and murmured, “My turn.” A few quick thrusts later and he let go. He came with a rush and shouted to the rooftops, every muscle rippling with the most explosive release heʹd ever had. Her sheath milked him dry, and he collapsed on top of her. “That was incredible,” she said some time later. “I wholeheartedly agree.” He pushed his weight off of her and took care of business. When he came back to her, she was sitting on her dress, leaning against the barrel that had provided the base for their pleasure. She tipped her head back and regarded him in the dim light. “Are you cold?” he asked, not wanting to leave just yet. “A little.” He retrieved his jacket and draped it around her shoulders. “Such a gentleman,” she said in a dreamy voice. He stood there for a few awkward moments, not sure if he should get dressed or bend her over the barrel again. “Wine?” she asked and held the bottle out to him. He nodded and took a swig, though he much preferred drinking it off of her tight body. “Do you think your date is missing you?” “I doubt it. She seemed to be getting back together with her ex the last I saw.” He handed the wine back to her, and she held it to her lips. Even in the dim light he could clearly make out her mouth on the bottle. He was amazed when his cock began to harden. He couldnʹt remember the last time heʹd come twice in one night, much less three times.
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The Wine Tasting by Selena Blake She lowered the bottle and curled her finger at him. He stepped toward her, wondering if he could get that lucky twice in one day. Sitting up, she took his rapidly growing hard‐on in her hand and sucked him into her mouth. Chilly liquid swirled around his cock, shocking and delighting his senses. Her fingers reached between his legs and closed around his balls. She kneaded him gently, testing and torturing him. Hands on his hips, he looked up at the ceiling, feeling very much like a hotshot who got all the women. Only he didnʹt particularly want all the women. Just the one who was driving him wild with her mouth. When she pulled back, he popped out of her mouth, and she smiled up at him. Her breasts rose and fell as she breathed deeply. “Iʹve never tasted a thirty thousand dollar wine on a fine cock before,” she echoed his earlier statement. Her sassy tone made him groan. “I donʹt suppose you have another one of those in your pocket, do you?” “I knew you were just trying to get me drunk so you could take advantage of me,” he teased, and he reached into his pocket. When heʹd sheathed himself, he sat down on the icy floor and pulled her into his lap. She wasted no time and guided him inside her. For endless minutes they sat there, arms around each other, staring into each otherʹs eyes. Then as if the silence made her uncomfortable, she dropped her gaze and began to ride him like a jockey. He let her do most of the work while he enjoyed running his hands over her body. She rocked her hips against his and groaned against his lips. She stabbed between his lips with her tongue, and his cock twitched inside her tight sheath. Kissing her like that, it didnʹt take long before his balls began to ache with need for release. Suddenly she pulled back and stared into his eyes, her small hand reaching between them. “Come with me,” she ordered softly. Her words almost set him off. She thrust down on his cock a few times before furiously rubbing her clit. He could make out her frantic movement through the wall of her pussy. It was just the pressure he needed. After they were both spent, she cuddled up against his chest, his
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The Wine Tasting by Selena Blake cock still inside her. The heat of her pussy was the only thing keeping him warm. “I should probably get dressed,” she said some time later, but she didnʹt move. “Me too.” Slowly, she eased herself off of his lap and stood. He watched as she slipped her gown over her head and let it glide down over her curves. Damn, she was sexy. She sat down on the barrel and took another sip of wine. ”I can honestly say Iʹve never enjoyed a wine tasting more.” Her voice was full of humor. “Me either,” he said, slipping into his clothes. He sat at her feet and tipped his head back so he could look at her. He had all the intel he needed, so why wasnʹt he leaving? Hell if he knew.
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Chapter Four They talked for awhile before she curled up next to him. He draped his jacket over her shoulders and wrapped his arm around her. At some point they fell asleep, and when he woke, she was kissing his lips. Her shoes were on and the wine bottle was gone. “I have to go,” she whispered. Sheʹd taken the pins out of her hair, and it cascaded around her shoulders. She looked like she wanted to say something more, but instead she stood up. “I should go too,” he said. ”I can see myself out. Is there a trail from here?” “Right out that door and to the right.” He nodded and got to his feet. She handed him his jacket and turned toward the tunnel. “Elise.” She turned back, and he slipped his hands around her waist. He gave her a soft kiss. “Thanks for last night.” “Thank you,” she said with a smile and then disappeared through the door. Braxton visualized the cellar, counting the security cameras in his mind. Thereʹd been one over the door of the tunnel and another near the staircase leading to the house. Heʹd planned to knock out the power for a few minutes while he snuck past the security cameras, but that was impossible if he wanted to steal the bottle right now. Heʹd need to loop the feed on the camera instead.
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The Wine Tasting by Selena Blake He pulled the handheld computer from the pocket of his tuxedo jacket and turned it on. His fingers moved swiftly over the device, prepping it to fool the security system. He pulled a wire with a clip at the end and plugged it in. Then he checked his watch to see how long itʹd been since Elise had left him. Once sheʹd been gone for fifteen minutes, he opened the door just enough for him to squeeze through. Flattening himself against the wall, he looked over his head at the camera. Stretching way up, he clipped the metal clasp to the wire running out the back of the camera. He pressed two buttons on the computer and then set it on top of the door frame. Praying this worked, he quickly strode across the room to the display of Rogerʹs priceless collection. The 1787 sat on top of a clear shelf, a light shining down on it as if it were the star on a stage. He studied the case surrounding the prize. He could just make out the lasers. He reached into the other pocket of his jacket, pulled out a tiny can and sprayed the contents over the opening. Green bars of light hovered in front of the collection. Braxton smiled. As if that would keep him out. He slipped on a pair of latex gloves and popped his knuckles. With studied ease, he reached between the bars and wrapped his hand around the neck of the bottle. It was cool against his palm, smooth. Carefully he lifted the bottle and pulled it between the laser beams. He breathed a sigh of relief and felt the adrenaline pump through his veins. Quickly he turned and studied the nearby bottles looking for one of a similar shape and color. Finding one, he reversed the procedure, wondering how long it would take Savade to figure out the bottles had been switched. With the switch made, he cradled the prize in his arms and headed for the tunnel door. His mind was racing with thoughts, steps that he needed to complete to pull this off. When the computer was disconnected from the camera, he slipped it back into his pocket then crept back into the tunnel. After he closed the door behind him, he strode down the long corridor. It didnʹt take long to
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The Wine Tasting by Selena Blake get to the winery again. He slipped his jacket from his shoulders and put the bottle in the special pouch inside the lining. Then he draped the jacket over his arm so it looked natural. The sky was just beginning to turn a pale blue as he walked outside. The gentle sounds of the morning surrounded him. He glanced around to get his bearings and then headed off across the vineyard, keeping an eye out for Rogerʹs employees. The earth smelled sweet; the air was damp. By the time he saw the roof of the car heʹd stashed at the edge of the property, the sky was pink and purple. The grass looked extra green. It was going to be a beautiful day. He pulled the key from his pants pocket and unlocked the door. Carefully he laid the bottle inside. A slow smile spread over his face as he thought of Zeusʹs email. He turned the key and heard the low rumble of the engine. “Whoʹs the best of the best now?” he said to himself in the rearview mirror and then sped away.
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Chapter Five The Next Day… Braxton watched from a safe distance as Mr. Legard opened his front door and looked down at the stoop. He frowned at the wooden box and then bent to pick it up. Turning it over in his hands, he looked for a label. Curiosity getting the better of him, he pulled off the lid and peeked inside. His eyes grew larger, rounder. His eyebrows rose high on his wrinkled forehead. He pulled the bottle from its resting place, and his jaw dropped open slightly. Then his gaze jerked up, and he looked around the street suspiciously before backing into his house and closing the front door. Brax pulled out his cell phone and sent a text message to Zeus. Done. The End
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Author Bio Selena Blake has been telling stories for as long as she can remember. So it’s only appropriate that she write some of them down and share them with you. When she’s not writing sinfully hot erotica or spicy paranormal romance, she can be found watching movies, listening to music (and dancing around like a crazy woman), or cooking in her kitchen. She loves fruity drinks, the smell of coconut suntan lotion and exploring the darker side of things looking for the light. She firmly believes that at the center of every anti‐hero there is a heart of gold, and brunettes actually have more fun.
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