“Come here,” he said, taking me by the hand. Making our way through the dark, he brought me to the steps and led me down into the cellar. He took me past the steel tanks and rows of oak barrels to his office door, shouldered it open, and tugged me inside the small, dark room.

“Lesson one,” he said, shutting the door behind me. “Never let the winemaker get you in his office after hours.”

I laughed as he unzipped my coat and tossed it aside.

“Lesson two,” he went on, lifting my sweater over my head and unhooking my bra. “Do not, under any circumstances, allow him to undress you.”

“I think I’m going to fail this course,” I murmured as he knelt down and yanked my boots off.

“Lesson three.” He unzipped my jeans and shimmied them down my legs. “If he tells you he can’t stop thinking about the way you taste and needs to find out if it was really as good as he remembers, beware.”

“Beware of what?” I asked as he took me by the hips and backed me up to his desk.

“His motives.” Henry lifted me up and set me on the edge of the desk, pushing my thighs apart and dropping to his knees. “They are likely nefarious.”

“Nefarious?” Then I gasped when his tongue swept across my clit.

“Yes.” He did it again, one long, slow stroke that made my entire body shiver. “He just wants to fuck you with his tongue.”

I fell back onto my elbows and moaned as he tantalized me. “He does?”

“Yes. But also with his cock.”

“Good,” I said, barely able to speak. “Because I heard he’s got a big dick.”

“He does. And it’s getting bigger by the minute.”

I laughed, my head falling back as he hooked his arms beneath my thighs and pulled me closer to his mouth. My toes curled as he plunged his tongue inside me. He devoured me like he’d been starving for me. He licked and stroked and sucked and caressed me with his tongue, moaning as if I was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. He told me he couldn’t get enough. He made me believe it was true.

After he made me come with his mouth, he jumped to his feet and unbuckled his belt. “Let me,” I panted, unbuttoning and then unzipping his jeans. I reached for his cock and it burst from his boxer briefs as if it had been freed from its cage. He groaned as I sheathed it with both hands, working them up and down his hot, hard length. “Take off your shirt,” I demanded. “I want to feel your skin on mine.”