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shaft from tip to base. She increased
the speed, her head bobbing up and down on his cock.
    “I'm going to come if you keep that up,” he
warned her a few minutes later.
    “That's 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.
    “Company,” Braxton whispered.
    She nodded and stood up quickly. “Come on.”
She slipped off her shoes and grabbed the bottle of wine. “There's
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
she'd 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. “I'm fine.”
    He slid his hand to the small of her back,
his palm warm against her skin. “You're 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, I'll 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 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.”
    “What's 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