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“No. We sell our grapes to other vineyards.”

“You seem to have a keen interest in wine, and you have your own vineyards. Why haven’t you tried to make some?”

“I wouldn’t know the first thing about it.”

“You have a brain, Daniel. You could learn.” She fed him another grape.

He grabbed the cluster of grapes from her. “I thought I was supposed to feed you.” He pushed one between her lips and lifted lifting the glass for her to take a drink.

“You’re changing the subject.”

“And I’m doing a smashing job of it.” He grabbed a strawberry and held it up for her to take a bite. “Don’t swallow yet.” He held up a truffle. “How is that?”

“Mmm. Wonderful. You try.”

“If you insist.” He moved toward her mouth.

“That’s not what I meant—”

He kissed her delicately, extracting the strawberry and chocolate flavors from her mouth with slick strokes of his tongue. “Delectable. Now try a sip of wine.” He held it to her lips.

“I could get used to this,” Lily said breathlessly, touching his hair. “Sitting on your lap, being fed chocolate and fruit and wine. I feel like Cleopatra. I’m not sure life can get any more pleasurable.”

“Oh, it can,” Daniel said, sliding his lips along the side of her neck.

“Nice,” she said dreamily. “But we’ve already done that. And it couldn’t possibly be any more pleasurable than it was the first time.”

“My sweet, naive angel,” Daniel said, his entire body pulsating with need, “it will get better and better, I promise.”

Lily looked down at him with fire in her eyes. “Show me.”

He stood up with her in his arms. He kissed her passionately as he removed her clothes, plucked the remaining pins from her hair, and laid her on the bed. He disrobed and joined her, taking her into his arms and kissing her, slowly at first, and then more intensely.

“I’m going to taste every inch of you tonight, Lily.” He ran his tongue along the outer edge of her ear and gently nipped her lobe.

“Oh, that’s nice,” she said.

He moved to her eyelids, covering them with light touches of his lips. Her eyes fluttered under the attack and she moaned his name softly.

Then to her n

ose, her cheeks, her other ear, her neck—he explored each separate place with his lips, ravishing her as if she were his first taste of a woman, while his cock throbbed. He caressed and kissed her arms and hand, swirled his tongue on the inside of her elbow and breathed on the wetness, delighting in her shudder.

“My love, you are so breathtakingly beautiful. The finest artists in the world could not have created such perfection.” He kissed each of her fingers, sucking them into his mouth and caressing them with his tongue.

When he moved to her breasts, she groaned as he kneaded them gently and then brushed them with his lips, teasingly avoiding her nipples.

“Daniel, please.”

He sucked on the skin underneath one nipple. “Yes?”

“I…I…”

“Is this what you want?” He tugged on one nipple lightly

“Yes, oh yes. Please, Daniel.”

God, how he loved to hear her say his name. He sucked gently, and then harder. Her fingers threaded through his hair, pushing him into her breast. His erection pulsated, but he calmed it. He wanted to concentrate on her. He let the nipple go with a soft pop.


Tags: Helen Hardt Sex and the Season Erotic