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“I wholeheartedly agree.” He pushed his weight off of her and took care of business. When he came back to her, she was sitting on her dress, leaning against the barrel that had provided the base for their pleasure.
She tipped her head back and regarded him in the dim light.
“Are you cold?” he asked, not wanting to leave just yet.
“A little.”
He retrieved his jacket and draped it around her shoulders.
“Such a gentleman,” she said in a dreamy voice.
He stood there for a few awkward moments, not sure if he should get dressed or bend her over the barrel again.
“Wine?” she asked and held the bottle out to him.
He nodded and took a swig, though he much preferred drinking it off of her tight body.
“Do you think your date is missing you?”
“I doubt it. She seemed to be getting back together with her ex the last I saw.” He handed the wine back to her, and she held it to her lips. Even in the dim light he could clearly make out her mouth on the bottle. He was amazed when his cock began to harden. He couldn't remember the last time he'd come twice in one night, much less three times.
She lowered the bottle and curled her finger at him. He stepped toward her, wondering if he could get that lucky twice in one day.
Sitting up, she took his rapidly growing hard-on in her hand and sucked him into her mouth. Chilly liquid swirled around his cock, shocking and delighting his senses. Her fingers reached between his legs and closed around his balls. She kneaded him gently, testing and torturing him.
Hands on his hips, he looked up at the ceiling, feeling very much like a hotshot who got all the women. Only he didn't particularly want all the women. Just the one who was driving him wild with her mouth.
When she pulled back, he popped out of her mouth, and she smiled up at him. Her breasts rose and fell as she breathed deeply.
“I've never tasted a thirty thousand dollar wine on a fine cock before,” she echoed his earlier statement. Her sassy tone made him groan. “I don't suppose you have another one of those in your pocket, do you?”
“I knew you were just trying to get me drunk so you could take advantage of me,” he teased, and he reached into his pocket. When he'd sheathed himself, he sat down on the icy floor and pulled her into his lap. She wasted no time and guided him inside her.
For endless minutes they sat there, arms around each other, staring into each other's eyes. Then as if the silence made her uncomfortable, she dropped her gaze and began to ride him like a jockey.
He let her do most of the work while he enjoyed running his hands over her body. She rocked her hips against his and groaned against his lips. She stabbed between his lips with her tongue, and his cock twitched inside her tight sheath.
Kissing her like that, it didn't take long before his balls began to ache with need for release. Suddenly she pulled back and stared into his eyes, her small hand reaching between them.
“Come with me,” she ordered softly. Her words almost set him off.
She thrust down on his cock a few times before furiously rubbing her clit. He could make out her frantic movement through the wall of her pussy. It was just the pressure he needed.
After they were both spent, she cuddled up against his chest, his cock still inside her. The heat of her pussy was the only thing keeping him warm.
“I should probably get dressed,” she said some time later, but she didn't move.
“Me too.”
Slowly, she eased herself off of his lap and stood. He watched as she slipped her gown over her head and let it glide down over her curves. Damn, she was sexy.
She sat down on the barrel and took another sip of wine. ”I can honestly say I've never enjoyed a wine tasting more.” Her voice was full of humor.
“Me either,” he said, slipping into his clothes. He sat at her feet and tipped his head back so he could look at her. He had all the intel he needed, so why wasn't he leaving?
Hell if he knew.
Chapter Four
They talked for awhile before she curled up next to him. He draped his jacket over her shoulders and wrapped his arm around her. At some point they fell asleep, and when he woke, she was kissing his lips.
Her shoes were on and the wine bottle was gone.
“I have to go,” she whispered. She'd taken the pins out of her hair, and it cascaded around her shoulders. She looked like she wanted to say something more, but instead she stood up.
“I should go too,” he said. ”I can see myself out. Is there a trail from here?”
“Right out that door and to the right.”
He nodded and got to his feet. She handed him his jacket and turned toward the tunnel.
“Elise.”
She turned back, and he slipped his hands around her waist. He gave her a soft kiss. “Thanks for last night.”
“Thank you,” she said with a smile and then disappeared through the door.
Braxton visualized the cellar, counting the security cameras in his mind. There'd been one over the door of the tunnel and another near the staircase leading to the house. He'd planned to knock out the power for a few minutes while he snuck past the security cameras, but that was impossible if he wanted to steal the bottle right now. He'd need to loop the feed on the camera instead.
He pulled the handheld computer from the pocket of his tuxedo jacket and turned it on. His fingers moved swiftly over the device, prepping it to fool the security system. He pulled a wire with a clip at the end and plugged it in. Then he checked his watch to see how long it'd been since Elise had left him.
Once she'd been gone for fifteen minutes, he opened the door just enough for him to squeeze through. Flattening himself against the wall, he looked over his head at the camera. Stretching way up, he clipped the metal clasp to the wire running out the back of the camera. He pressed two buttons on the computer and then set it on top of the door frame.
Praying this worked, he quickly strode across the room to the display of Roger's priceless collection. The 1787 sat on top of a clear shelf, a light shining down on it as if it were the star on a stage. He studied the case surrounding the prize. He could just make out the lasers. He reached into the other pocket of his jacket, pulled out a tiny can and sprayed the contents over the opening. Green bars of light hovered in front of the collection.
Braxton smiled.
As if that would keep him out. He slipped on a pair of latex gloves and popped his knuckles. With studied ease, he reached between the bars and wrapped his hand around the neck of the bottle. It was cool against his palm, smooth.
Carefully he lifted the bottle and pulled it between the laser beams.
He breathed a sigh of relief and felt the adrenaline pump through his veins. Quickly he turned and studied the nearby bottles looking for one of a similar shape and color. Finding one, he reversed the procedure, wondering how long it would take Savade to figure out the bottles had been switched.
With the switch made, he cradled the prize in his arms and headed for the tunnel door. His mind was racing with thoughts, steps that he needed to complete to pull this off.
When the computer was disconnected from the camera, he slipped it back into his pocket then crept back into the tunnel. After he closed the door behind him, he strode down the long corridor. It didn't take long to get to the winery again. He slipped his jacket from his shoulders and put the bottle in the special pouch inside the lining. Then he draped the jacket over his arm so it looked natural.
The sky was just beginning to turn a pale blue as he walked outside. The gentle sounds of the morning surrounded him. He glanced around to get his bearings and then headed off across the vineyard, keeping an eye out for Roger's employees.
The earth smelled sweet; the air was damp. By the time he saw the roof of the car he'd stashed at the edge of the property, the sky was pink and purple. The grass looked extra green.
It was going to be a beautiful day. He pulled the key from his p
ants pocket and unlocked the door. Carefully he laid the bottle inside. A slow smile spread over his face as he thought of Zeus's email.
He turned the key and heard the low rumble of the engine.
“Who's the best of the best now?” he said to himself in the rearview mirror and then sped away.
Chapter Five
The Next Day…
Braxton watched from a safe distance as Mr. Legard opened his front door and looked down at the stoop. He frowned at the wooden box and then bent to pick it up. Turning it over in his hands, he looked for a label.
Curiosity getting the better of him, he pulled off the lid and peeked inside. His eyes grew larger, rounder. His eyebrows rose high on his wrinkled forehead. He pulled the bottle from its resting place, and his jaw dropped open slightly. Then his gaze jerked up, and he looked around the street suspiciously before backing into his house and closing the front door.
Brax pulled out his cell phone and sent a text message to Zeus.
Done.
The End
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Stealing the Show by Leila Brown (wherever digital books are sold)
Excerpt from Stealing the Show
Chapter One
From: Zues@theblindbet.com
To: TheMaster@theblindbet.com
Subject: The Bet
Blush By Incognito
You have 7 days.
Christopher Pillow glanced down at the digital readout on his watch. Eight-forty five. In roughly one day he would either be pulling off the biggest heist in the history of Milan Fashion Week, or he would be stuck in some Milanese jail.
He looked around the tiny club. The place was so small it barely boasted a dance floor at all. That didn’t keep the semi-drunk and horny men and women from flinging their bodies to the music. Any other time he’d be out there, too, rubbing up against those models until he found a willing partner to go home with.
From his perch at the end of the bar he could see everyone as they walked in. He needed to stop looking at the gyrating bodies and concentrate on why he was here. Alessia Dommine. The one woman with what he needed.
Five minutes of nursing that damned ginger ale before his waiting paid off. A group of stick thin models walked in and on their heels was the woman he’d been looking for. She was a knock out. Full lips, a pert nose, and her genuine smile charmed him. Her thin gold shirt showcased a nice set of rounded breasts and a slender waist.
She laughed at something one of the hopelessly thin women said then threw her honey-kissed hair over her shoulder. Oh yes. He was definitely going to enjoy the next twenty-four hours.
Christopher signaled to the bartender. “One glass of your best champagne to the young woman in the gold top at that table.”
“I’m sorry, sir, our best champagne only comes by the bottle.” The snooty man turned up his nose.
Christopher grinned and handed over several thousand-dollar bills. “Send her a bottle then.” He could afford it. Hell, it’d probably surprise that bastard to find out just what he could afford.
The bartender hurried off. If he pulled this off it would be worth a hundred times the cost of that bottle. One bet. One week. And one chance to be the best. And he was the best.
A waiter left the bar with a large bottle and headed to the table of giggling women. When the man set the bottle down, Alessia tried to wave him off. The waiter paid her no attention and set down seven flutes then pointed at him. Christopher lifted his hand in a tiny salute. He smiled at the wary look on her face.
Her friends held none of her reserve. They popped the bottle open and poured. She reluctantly accepted a flute and raised a toast to him. The movement caused her shirt to stretch wide across her breasts. Her nipples poked through the thin fabric of her shirt. Is she wearing a bra? He doubted it, and his cock hardened at the thought.
Christopher downed the rest of his drink, then turned and stood. He made his way to her table. Just as he stepped up on the tiny raised dais they turned up the bottle and drained the last few drops.
“Hello, ladies. I trust you enjoyed the champagne?” He quirked an eyebrow at Alessia’s half full glass. “Not your favorite?”
“Ohh, he’s American.” A blonde woman cooed. She batted her eyes up at him. A ploy that no doubted worked with most men.
Unfortunately for her, he liked his women with more curves. Hell, her breasts wouldn’t fill one hand. He turned to Alessia and raised an eyebrow at her.
“No. No. We enjoyed the bottle. I would ask you to sit and share some, but it’s all gone.”
“No problem. We’ll just have to order another bottle.” He sat beside her.
She tried to move away from him, but there wasn’t anyplace to go. The table was full to the point of bursting. Her heat soaked his black slacks. He moved his arm behind the back of the seat and let his hand rest on the edge of her shoulder. She jumped at the slight contact.
“So what are we celebrating tonight?” he asked the table as a whole.
“Alessia’s promotion to show producer,” said the platinum blonde next to Alessia.
“Congratulations.” He smiled down at her.
“It’s only temporary.” She waved at her friends trying to calm down the happy group.
“Until you rock the Incognito show. Then they’ll give you the position, permanently.” The blonde next to Alessia flipped her hair over her shoulder and let out a little giggle. “Besides, no one wants Aldof back.”
“Shh.” Alessia hushed the woman.
“Is it some big secret?” Christopher asked in quieter tones.
Alessia bit her bottom lip. She rolled the plump piece of flesh between her teeth.
“No, but it’s just not public knowledge, and I’d rather it didn’t become that until after the show.”
“One day—” one of the women piped up.
“More like twenty three hours,” Alessia corrected.
This wasn’t working. He needed to get her alone. With him being the only man in the group, all eyes were on him. Every move of his fingers, every twitch of his hands was being watched by at least one of the women. Probably more.
“Dance?” he asked quirking an eyebrow at Alessia.
She looked as if she was about to say no when one of the women sitting next to her pushed her up into his hand.
“Go,” more than one of the women told her.
Alessia slipped her tiny purse across her chest. The actual pouch stayed at her hip. She placed her hand lightly on his. His hard fingers closed around her soft flesh. He pushed her in front of him and guided her to the dance floor. When they stepped on the floor he turned her to face him. The music was a bold, steady beat. He pulled her close and rocked his hips into her. It took a second for her to catch his rhythm. He bit the inside of his lips as she rocked against him. His cock hardened at the warm heat coming from beneath her tiny denim skirt.
Christopher grabbed her waist. He worked his hands into the band of her skirt and let his fingers graze her skin. He eyed her keys on the side of her purse. Exactly what he needed. Dropping his arm to his side, he pulled out a small bit of wax from his pocket. He palmed it then reached around her again. Pulling her back onto him, he made an impression of a key. In a fast move he spun her away, slipped the wax into his pocket and was ready for her when she spun back to him. The move crushed her against him with her back pushed into the front of him. She rubbed her ass against him. His cock throbbed against the thin fabric of his slacks. Every brush against her made him harder.
Okay, maybe it was time for plan B.
Author Bio
An action movie buff with a penchant for all things supernatural and sexy, Selena Blake combines her love for adventure, travel and romance into steamy paranormal romance. Selena’s books have been called “a steamy escape” and have a
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Other Books by Selena Blake
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