Claire woke the next morning in the luxurious guest suite above the cellar, her body deliciously sore and still faintly sticky from wine and Julien’s c*m. The note beside her bed read: Tonight. 8 PM. Wear nothing beneath your robe. — J
She spent the day in anticipation, her p***y already wet whenever she thought of him.
At exactly 8 PM she descended the stone steps wearing only a silk robe. Julien waited for her in the heart of the cellar, dressed in a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, exposing strong forearms. Several new bottles were open and breathing on the side table.
“You look ravishing,” he murmured, pulling her into a deep kiss. His hands slipped inside the robe, cupping her bare breasts and pinching her n*****s. “Ready for a more… intimate tasting tonight?”
“Yes,”
