“Marco? What’s he doing in the Cellar?”
Without Min, he’d been running the Wine Barn, which made Marco sightings during tasting hours fairly rare. “He wanted to come over to meet your friends. Everything is fine out there.”
“That’s really sweet of him.” Brooke watched me as I placed both of her hands on the arms of the chair.
“Second, don’t move your hands from there,” I said, not even bothering to comment on Marco. Only Brooke would call him sweet. She had a soft spot for my brother, which I could barely understand. Although, admittedly, I didn’t try very hard. She was so much a part of the family already. I just couldn’t wait for Min and my parents to get back so we could really celebrate our engagement.
“I guess if they’re with Marco, they can wait a few minutes,” she said, finally realizing what I was about as I got into position.
“Third, you told me last night how you got butterflies in your stomach every time you looked at my desk. That you thought it was hot, what we did in there.”
“To which you replied that your new mission was to make memories in every single place on the estate, to which I replied that it seemed like a good way for us to get caught.”
I pushed her sundress up, and understanding finally dawned.
“This is why you told me to wear a sundress this morning?” she asked. Reaching up with both hands, I pulled Brooke’s panties down. “And you wait until my friends are here to do it?”
Her voice hitched, a good sign. But by the time I was finished with her, Brooke wouldn’t be able to speak at all.
“I want to see you go out there,” I said, running my hands up the back of her legs, “and explain where you were.”
Finally reaching my goal, I started with one finger. And then two.
“Will you say, ‘Sorry, ladies, my fiancé was licking me dry in my office?”
“Cos.” She melted into the chair.
“Or maybe, ‘Sorry for the delay, I was distracted by Cos’s tongue.’”
Using my thumb now, I teased her a bit more.
“You are the devil,” she said. In the three weeks since our engagement, she’d said that more than once. Usually in reference to some compromising position I’d put her in, as she became extremely embarrassed by public displays of affection, especially in front of my family. Which, of course, was the reason I’d amped it up, just to see her squirm. Which she did, quite deliciously, right now.
“Would the devil do this?” I asked, leaning into Brooke as I used my hands underneath her ass to shift her forward. At the first touch of my tongue, she nearly came out of the chair. At the second, she let go of the chair’s arms and grabbed my head. At which point, I stopped.
“What did I tell you about your hands?”
I’d pay for this later. Her eyes were murderous, but I didn’t care. I waited until Brooke moved her hands back, and then I made it my mission to have her fall apart in this chair. As I licked and used my tongue to elicit sounds from my fiancée, sounds which most certainly did not belong in an office, I set a new goal.
To make her scream.
Flirting with unprofessionalism, which would surely get me in trouble at some point, I also told myself that if Brooke and I couldn’t have fun here, then we were doomed. We’d had more than one discussion already about what it meant to be married to the estate. She got it, I knew, after working here this summer. But Brooke hadn’t been through a harvest before. There were so many times my parents talked about how much easier their lives would have been without Grado Valley. There were challenges ahead of us for certain. Might as well make sure the family motto was alive and well in this office.
Work hard. Play harder.
“Oh my god, Cos. I can’t. I need to touch you.”
I responded with a full-court press. Using my tongue, and now my fingers too, I knew Brooke was close. Her legs began to shake. Her breathing was beyond erratic. It was perfect. She was perfect. And would be ready to come soon.
And since her friends were outside waiting for her, I did the one thing I knew would ensure a quick end to this, even though I’d go on all day if I could. Anything that brought Brooke pleasure, I was into. And would definitely need to find my own relief in the form of, I don’t know, maybe a good ol’-fashioned walk in the vineyards this evening with my fiancée.
But in the meantime, I stopped just long enough to look up and tell her, in a dead-serious tone, “Don’t you dare fucking come. Do you hear me?”
Her shoulders sagged. And nearly the second I put my tongue back to her, Brooke began to spasm. She started to call out my name too but then clasped her own hand over her mouth. Good thing I hadn’t wanted her to actually listen to me. Brooke liked being ordered about in bed, but she didn’t actually enjoy following orders.
As she found release, I continued to ply her with my tongue, my hands splayed on each thigh. Only when Brooke began to relax, her breathing returning to normal, did I completely stop. When she gave me that look, like I was the sexiest man in the world, I wanted to alternately kiss her, make love to her, and thank her for coming into my life.
Regrettably, her friends were waiting. So I grabbed her panties, guided one foot and then the second inside, and slid them back up. She lifted herself up and finished the job as I stood, reaching for her.