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Moments later, the pendant bulbs shine brighter, bathing the room in light.
He brings the bottle to my lips. “Take a sip.”
This is unusual. Wines normally need to be poured out to release the bouquet, but what the hell do I know about the drinking habits of the super rich?
I take a long sip, savoring the rich, sweet notes. The dessert wine is creamy, with hints of apricot, peach, and honey.
“Delicious.” I lick my lips.
“Take another taste,” he says.
“Aren’t you going to have any?” I ask.
“Your mouth will be my decanter.”
My eyes widen. “Oh.”
He brings the bottle to my lips, and I let in a mouthful of the liquid, this time not swallowing it all. Roman moves so close, the warmth of his breath heats my already fevered skin.
“Kiss me again,” he says.
I lean in, bringing our lips together and letting his tongue invade my mouth. Roman explores me with a hunger that goes straight to my core, tasting and swirling every crevice until he’s stolen the last bit of flavor.
He draws back, leaving me out of breath. I don’t know what arouses me more. The heated kiss or the fact that he finds me delicious.
The hunger in his eyes smolders so brightly that I shift in my seat, feeling like prey he wants to devour.
“More.” Roman brings the bottle back to my lips.
This time, I take a large sip, which I keep in my mouth. When he kisses me, I push the wine between his lips, savoring the taste of our entwined tongues and the expensive liquid.
“You taste so good, sweetheart.”
Roman pulls me onto his lap and we kiss like this until the bottle is half empty, taking breaks for him to lavish my neck with his lips and teeth and tongue. By the time he sets down the bottle, my pussy is aching and so wet with arousal that it hurts.
“Please.” I grab him around the nape of his neck and raise my hips. “I want to ride your cock.”
His deep groan goes straight to my swollen clit. “We haven’t finished the wine.”
“Later,” I say. “We can drink it on the way home.”
“Eager?” He flashes me a smile.
The last orgasm he gave me was days ago, after I trashed his guest room. Back then, I was too numb with shock to fully appreciate the pleasure because he wrapped his hand around my throat. Now, I want him so badly that I can barely restrain myself.
I slide a hand between our bodies and reach for his hard cock. “Come on,” I murmur. “You want it too.”
“You want me to make you come in this exclusive French restaurant who didn’t think you were good enough to wipe their tables?” he asks.
“Yeah.”
“Then stand, lift up your dress, and bend over.”
My heart thuds so hard, its reverberations reach my clit. I scramble off his lap, stumble to the edge of the table, and seize the hem of my dress with both hands. Seconds later, it’s up around my waist, exposing the lacy gold lingerie Roman included in the box.
He rises off his seat and positions himself at my back. “Good girl. Now rest your pretty head on the tabletop and spread your legs.”
A whimper resounds in the back of my throat as I obey. I part my thighs to shoulder width, but Roman moves my legs further apart.
