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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 couldn't remember the last time he'd come
twice in one night, much less three times.
    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 didn't 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.
    “I've never tasted a thirty thousand dollar
wine on a fine cock before,” she echoed his earlier statement. Her
sassy tone made him groan. “I don't 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 he'd 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 other's 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 didn't 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 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 didn't 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 I've 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 wasn't he
leaving?
    Hell if he knew.

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