good this could be for them. A whole new phase of their sex life.
“Suck him, Courtney. Enough to make him crazy but not to let him come.”
The seductive pitch of Robyn’s voice mesmerized him. One quick glance at her, the scorching blaze in her gaze, and he was in danger of losing total control of the vehicle.
Courtney took him in her mouth. “Christ,” hissed through his teeth. She’d never done it like that before, hard, sucking him deep, until her throat flexed and rippled around him. He could come right this minute, shoot off in her mouth. Instead, she was gone again, and his mind whirled in some altered state.
“That’s enough for now,” Robyn whispered. “We have all day to tease him.”
“You’re right,” Courtney agreed. “He’ll be pleading for mercy before we’re done with him.” She zipped him up and patted the aching bulge in his shorts. The weekend had only just begun. The two of them would be the death of him. What a way to go.
COURTNEY COULD NOT BELIEVE WHAT SHE’D DONE IN THE FRONT seat of the family SUV. Holy Christmas, it was hot.
Punch-drunk on all the flirting and naughty talk, they’d made it down to Templeton before she knew it. She was dying to get Seth alone and hear what he was thinking. Then again, she was the tiniest bit afraid to learn. Coward that she was, she simply went along with the wine tasting.
“I like chardonnays and sweet dessert wines better than reds,” Courtney said 43
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as they leaned on the long wooden bar.
“I’m a red girl myself,” Robyn said, perusing the list of wines available for tasting.
The second winery on her list, it was smaller than the first, with only one tasting bar and no gift shop. Thankfully, it was less crowded, too. The crush at the last place made it difficult to get a taste of everything. The floors were lacquered concrete, but the wood of the bar appeared to be real oak. Three bartenders served the five groups of tasters. Robyn pointed to a merlot at the bottom of the wine list. The bartender poured without taking his eyes off her. Robyn’s elegant mannerisms had been a hit at both wineries. In fact, while the four other groups had to share the two bartenders, this guy was devoting himself to their threesome. Young, certainly under the age of thirty, he was pretty-boy handsome, dark haired, and smitten with Robyn’s smile.
Lifting the glass, Robyn sniffed the bouquet, swirled the wine, then sipped. Holding it in her mouth a long moment, she swallowed. “A little bitter for me.”
Their bartender pulled another bottle from the wine cabinet behind him. “Let me recommend this one instead, ma’am.”
Robyn repeated the procedure with the second merlot. Sniff, swirl, sip, then she closed her eyes and gave a soft moan of pure pleasure, as if she were close to orgasm. That sound, which she made every time a particularly delicious jot of wine overcame her taste buds, was what really made her the big hit. Their bartenders couldn’t get enough of her, couldn’t pour the best fast enough to make sure her palate was tantalized. She had every man practically on his knees, even the other tasters.
Yeah, Seth liked it, too, watching every move Robyn made. Yet there was a distance to his gaze, as if he were assessing and analyzing a new product, taking its measure, examining its performance.
Standing next to Courtney, he flipped over the wine list. “Try this one, baby,”
he said close to her ear. His breath, sweet with a fruity merlot, sent tingles to her breasts.
A Riesling, one of her favorites. The young bartender tore his gaze from Robyn long enough to pour Courtney a generous sample. She sniffed the aroma. It smelled good. She swirled it. It coated the glass. She tasted it. Oh my, it was good. A sigh of pleasure escaped. 44
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Seth set his hand on her hip. “Let me taste.”
Courtney handed him the glass. Instead, he took her chin between his fingers and kissed the wine from her
“Suck him, Courtney. Enough to make him crazy but not to let him come.”
The seductive pitch of Robyn’s voice mesmerized him. One quick glance at her, the scorching blaze in her gaze, and he was in danger of losing total control of the vehicle.
Courtney took him in her mouth. “Christ,” hissed through his teeth. She’d never done it like that before, hard, sucking him deep, until her throat flexed and rippled around him. He could come right this minute, shoot off in her mouth. Instead, she was gone again, and his mind whirled in some altered state.
“That’s enough for now,” Robyn whispered. “We have all day to tease him.”
“You’re right,” Courtney agreed. “He’ll be pleading for mercy before we’re done with him.” She zipped him up and patted the aching bulge in his shorts. The weekend had only just begun. The two of them would be the death of him. What a way to go.
COURTNEY COULD NOT BELIEVE WHAT SHE’D DONE IN THE FRONT seat of the family SUV. Holy Christmas, it was hot.
Punch-drunk on all the flirting and naughty talk, they’d made it down to Templeton before she knew it. She was dying to get Seth alone and hear what he was thinking. Then again, she was the tiniest bit afraid to learn. Coward that she was, she simply went along with the wine tasting.
“I like chardonnays and sweet dessert wines better than reds,” Courtney said 43
Three’s A Crowd
as they leaned on the long wooden bar.
“I’m a red girl myself,” Robyn said, perusing the list of wines available for tasting.
The second winery on her list, it was smaller than the first, with only one tasting bar and no gift shop. Thankfully, it was less crowded, too. The crush at the last place made it difficult to get a taste of everything. The floors were lacquered concrete, but the wood of the bar appeared to be real oak. Three bartenders served the five groups of tasters. Robyn pointed to a merlot at the bottom of the wine list. The bartender poured without taking his eyes off her. Robyn’s elegant mannerisms had been a hit at both wineries. In fact, while the four other groups had to share the two bartenders, this guy was devoting himself to their threesome. Young, certainly under the age of thirty, he was pretty-boy handsome, dark haired, and smitten with Robyn’s smile.
Lifting the glass, Robyn sniffed the bouquet, swirled the wine, then sipped. Holding it in her mouth a long moment, she swallowed. “A little bitter for me.”
Their bartender pulled another bottle from the wine cabinet behind him. “Let me recommend this one instead, ma’am.”
Robyn repeated the procedure with the second merlot. Sniff, swirl, sip, then she closed her eyes and gave a soft moan of pure pleasure, as if she were close to orgasm. That sound, which she made every time a particularly delicious jot of wine overcame her taste buds, was what really made her the big hit. Their bartenders couldn’t get enough of her, couldn’t pour the best fast enough to make sure her palate was tantalized. She had every man practically on his knees, even the other tasters.
Yeah, Seth liked it, too, watching every move Robyn made. Yet there was a distance to his gaze, as if he were assessing and analyzing a new product, taking its measure, examining its performance.
Standing next to Courtney, he flipped over the wine list. “Try this one, baby,”
he said close to her ear. His breath, sweet with a fruity merlot, sent tingles to her breasts.
A Riesling, one of her favorites. The young bartender tore his gaze from Robyn long enough to pour Courtney a generous sample. She sniffed the aroma. It smelled good. She swirled it. It coated the glass. She tasted it. Oh my, it was good. A sigh of pleasure escaped. 44
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Seth set his hand on her hip. “Let me taste.”
Courtney handed him the glass. Instead, he took her chin between his fingers and kissed the wine from her
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