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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 he'd done that to her. And
that she liked it.
    “I've 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 she'd 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. I'll
never be able to drink from 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 harder he rode her, his control so close to
the edge. With her head back, he couldn't 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 he'd 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