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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 father's wine cellar. Anyone could walk in
on them. The thought brought a rush she hadn't expected.
    But it wasn't just the idea of being
caught.
    Braxton was so perfect.
    So cocky and assured. He definitely knew his
way around a woman's body. As if he'd 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 he'd 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 she'd never
forget. His large hands cupped the 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. She'd known the moment she'd 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 followed by quick, little flicks
had her pushing herself into his mouth. A