Breathe Him Deep (Pursued By The Shenandoah Valley Billionaire)

Breathe Him Deep: Pursued by The
Shenandoah Valley Billionaire

Copyright © 2012 by Mica Jade

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Warning:
This book is for adult audiences only.
This novella contains adult themes of sensual and erotic sexual intimacy.

For my R.J.

"Welcome
to Cinder Winery, ladies," the dashing man said from behind the counter.

I
placed my purse on the hook just below the blonde wood bar and leaned against its
soft round edge. It was our last stop on a day out with my girlies in the
Shenandoah Valley wine country in the Sierra Nevada foothills just outside of
Sacramento, California.

"Well,
what a treat to have such a fine man to serve us at our last stop of the day,"
flirted my good friend Rachel.

"Oh,
it's a pleasure to have you as well. So, have you enjoyed the hidden gem of California,
the Shenandoah Valley?"

"Sure
the beats the hell out of Napa Valley," scowled Camille, my eccentric
friend from the office.

"Yes,
I would have to agree," the handsome server said as he spread the day's
pour list out over the bar.

"It's
less crowded and the views are just unbelievable," admired Anne.

"Yes,
we take pride in people’s reactions the first time they visit the valley."

"And
how has the tasting been today?" He asked as he winked at me. Either I was
feeling the juice flow though me from all of the wine I had already tasted
today or the server was flirting with me. The answer was clearly both. He was
divine with thick brown hair and beautiful chestnut eyes.

"Fantastic!"
answered Rachel, probably feeling the effects of our well-spirited day as well.

"What
wineries have you enjoyed today?"

"We
have been to Andis, Helwig and Cooper Ranch," I answered as I waited for
the first pour of his wine.

"Yes,
all fine places. But I think you saved the best for last."

He
poured the first selection. I quickly glanced at his left hand, specifically the
ring finger. Barren. And no ring tan line either. Good chance he has been
available for a while. God, was he hot. It had to have been the alcohol. I turned
to look at Camille, but it was so hard to take my eyes off such a fine specimen
pouring the sweet wine into our row of glasses.

I
felt playful and asked, "So, how do you as wine connoisseur drink in the
best Cali has to offer?"

He
paused for a moment, licked his sweet lips as his eyes burned into mine, "The
secret is... You have to breathe it in."

"Breathe
it in?" I asked as my friends leaned in and one of them asked, "Yeah,
how do you do that?"

I
had an image of this man jumping up onto the bar and doing a little dance.
That I could definitely breathe in
, I
thought.

He
took a wine glass and brought it just in front of his handsome face. "The
first thing after noticing the color of the wine, is you bring your cute little
nose close to the edge of the wine glass and you take a deep breathe, taking in
the aroma of the wine. And then sip the wine slowly."

I
needed to take a deep breath after hearing him call my nose cute. "Is this
how you do it?" I asked as I raised my glass and took a breath still
holding his gaze.

"Girl,
I've never seen you take a sip like that before," cooed Camille as she
jabbed my side with her elbow.

He
smiled, "Would you ladies like a tour of the winery and cave after you
taste our selection?"

"You
have a cave?" asked Meg.

"Sounds
kind of exciting," added Camille.

"Yes,
the whole winery building and tasting room sits on top of it."

"Wow,
we loved to see your cave," I flirted. This guy was saying all the right
things. My body was heating up just looking at his lusciousness. We finished
the taste menu laughing and ogling our fine server.

After
Meg took her last sip he said, "Right this way, Ladies."

We
followed him out of the tasting room and down a set of stairs that led to a
large, arching double door that looked like it should be in the entrance of a
castle. I could hardly keep my eyes off his cute, firm ass as he guided us
through the doors and into the cave. Camille must have had the same idea as she
walked up behind him and mimed pinching his ass then turning to us waving her
hand as she was feigning heatstroke.

The
cave, which was man-made, was dark to some degree but had no dampness like I
had felt in caves we went to back east as kids while on vacation. Our
fine-looking guide mentioned that they held parties and weddings receptions in
the cave. There were large, wooden tables and high back chairs that elegantly
adorned the various rooms of the cave. It really was cozy. I could see how they
could do large or small parties down there and most people would feel comfortable.
It had to be expensive
, I thought as
I noted the stylish rod iron chandeliers and lighting fixtures. We entered the
largest room of the cave. There was an older gentleman serving wine straight
from the barrels. I guess it's what you call barrel tasting, something I
learned at an earlier winery that day. The barrel wine was just a little more
green than the wine from the bottles, but it was still pretty good. Our host
had stepped away for a moment while we enjoyed tasting from the barrels. The
cave was large and had several hallways that we hadn't explored yet. I felt a
little adventurous in that moment. Truth be told, I had wondered where our host
had wandered off to and I wanted to see a little more of the cave... and him of
course. So, I stepped away and headed down one of the dark hallways of the
cave. It made a sharp turn to the right and then seemed to dead-end. There was
a narrow doorway to my left. I stepped towards it.

A
flickering of light was coming from the crack in the door. I pushed open the
door and called out, "Hello." It looked to be a storage room of some
type with boxes and boxes stacked on racks that I assumed were wine bottles.
Just as I stepped inside I heard a commotion to my right and quickly turned to
see our dashing server and tour guide standing there with two wine bottles in
his hands.

"Oh,
I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were in here."

"It's
okay," he said as his eyes locked onto mine. "I was actually just
looking for something for you."

"For
me?" I asked surprised.

"Yes,
for you. To give you a little more practice with your wine breathing skills."
He winked at me.

I
blushed knowing my schoolgirl flirting with him had hit the mark during my wine
tasting lesson. "Wow, why me?"

He
set the bottles down on the rack next to me and stepped right into my space.
His hand gently grabbed my forearm and he looked down into my eyes.

"I
don't even know your name. But, you are the most beautiful woman to have ever
walked into this winery."

I
swallowed hard, taking in his presence. His hold on me emitting a sexual magnetism
that had me mesmerized.

"I
have to have you." He brought his lips to mine gently placing a kiss on my
red, trembling lips. I was so startled. One, by the fact that he was thinking
of me and two, that this man who I had just been fantasizing about upstairs in
the winery had his lips massaging mine. He smelled so good, like the sweet dew
of a mountain spring day. His lips were so sweet that something came over me
and I kissed him back. His tongue darted in, sliding over mine. I brought my
hands to his arms. I could feel his biceps tighten as he reached down and
grabbed my ass.

He
released my lips, "You taste so good," he moaned. Before I could even
answer, his hand had moved just over my cleft under my skirt. His fingers
gently nudged over the lace of my panties putting just the right amount of
pressure on my clit.

"Look
at me," he growled. "You are so beautiful! I want to make you come. I
want to see your beautiful face filled with pleasure."

I
was so overwhelmed with his command over my body that any thought of protest in
my mind seemed a million miles away. His fingers peeled back my panties
exposing my wet sex. I was already dripping. The pad of his thumb found and gently
massaged my clit. Without taking his eyes off of my face, he reached with his
other arm around my waist pulling me closer to him. His touch was so intense
and his body so powerful, all I could do was melt into him. I kissed him
passionately. As our lips met again, I could feel my sex begin to tighten. He
was turning my body into a raging inferno. I didn't even know him, but I wanted
him so badly.

I
looked into his eyes, pulled my lips from his and breathed, "Make me come."

With
his thumb rubbing between my folds over my clit, his fingers entered my sex.
The feeling of his fingers slipping inside of me was so intense. This beautiful
man is holding me and giving me the best excitement I've had in a long time.
His fingers moved in and out over the bundle of nerves just inside my sex. He
held me tighter and growled, "Come now!"

I
buried my face in his neck. He thrust inside of me a few more times. I could
feel my sex clinching around his fingers. I wrapped my arms around him pushing
my hands into his hair as my body convulsed in ecstasy. I pushed my hips in to
meet the thrusts of his hands as wave after wave flowed over me.

"Oh,
my," I moaned.

"You
are so beautiful," he uttered as he held my convulsing body in his strong
arms.

I
leaned back up and looked at him, "Thank you. But, I bet you say that to
all the ladies you bring down here," I said with a wink.

"I
know you'll think I'm lying, but that's the first time I've ever done that with
anyone in this place. And I hope it will be the last."

I
wasn't sure how to take that, if it was so bad that he will never do it again
or if he was saying a little more something about me. I smiled, "Well, I
hope I haven't turned you off. Instead, maybe I've just broken the mold."

"Oh,
God, you are something else," he groaned then kissed me deeply and held me
tighter than I've ever been held in my life. God, I didn't even know his name
and he was doing something to me. I was so drawn to him.

"I
want to stay here with you," he whispered in my ear. "I want to know
you. But your friends are just outside this room and there's a whole winery I'm
supposed to be helping to take care of. So, I'm going to let you tidy up a bit
and I'll meet you back by the barrel tasting." He kissed me very sweetly
on the lips again.

"I'm
not sure what to say, except thank you. That's probably the best wine tour I've
ever had!" He let go of our embrace and took a step back towards the door.