Breathe Him Deep (Pursued By The Shenandoah Valley Billionaire)

  Breathe Him Deep

  Pursued by The Shenandoah Valley Billionaire

  By Mica Jade

  Breathe Him Deep: Pursued by The Shenandoah Valley Billionaire

  Copyright © 2012 by Mica Jade

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, organizations, brands, media, events and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

  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 ho
ld 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.

  "And I hope that's the last kind of wine tour you ever have... except if I am your guide."

  With that he turned and left. I stood there with my knees shaking, my heart racing, and an overwhelming feeling that I wanted to taste him again. By the time I got myself straightened up and went back out to the area in the cave where my friends were barrel tasting, they had left and returned back up to the tasting room above the cave. Thank goodness for the old gentleman pourer at the barrels. If it wasn't for him, I might still be down there. But, he gave me a glass of wine and directed me back upstairs where my friends were paying for a few bottles of wine.

  As we got into the back of the large SUV limo for ride back to Sacramento, I could hardly contain myself. Actually, my head was spinning. I had planned for a great day with my friends at some fine country wineries. Instead, I was taking home more than a few bottles of the vintner’s finest. More like taking home the finest vintner I have ever laid eyes on. Damn, was he gorgeous!

  "Isn't that right, Katie?" I felt a nudge on my shoulder.

  "I think someone's had a little too much of the juice today," winked Camille. I shook my head coming back to the conversation.

  "Yes, I think you're right, Camille," not sure what I was agreeing to. "I'm okay. Just thinking about what an awesome time I've had today with my best friends."

  "It was a great day. What a way to top it off on the last winery. That server was hot!" exclaimed Meg.

  "Yeah, I think he may have given me a little extra," Camille said, I believe referring to the wine. But I knew she had no idea how much little extra he gives.

  "Katie, where did you disappear to while we were in the cave?" asked Anne.

  "I got a little distracted and turned around. Fortunately, I ran into Mr. Hot and he led me back to you guys." After quite a detour in the wine cellar, but there was no way I was telling them that at this point.

  "That was the biggest and cleanest cave I’ve ever seen, which is not saying a lot as I don't spend my time touring many caves," added Meg.

  "Oh, we've some of the places you've stayed in overnight," joked Rachel. Meg gave her a teasing scowl.

  "You know, Mr. Hot was not just a server. He owns the place."

  "Really?" My head spun towards Rachel. I knew he seemed just a little too comfortable showing me a different tasting room, per say, to be just a standard employee.

  "I saw a picture of him with what must be his prize best friend, a collie. And not the dumb blonde type," Rachel giggled at her lame joke. Although, I was glad to hear it was a dog in the picture with him and not his wife or someone else.

  She continued, "Below the picture near the door was a brief inscription about how he recently honored his mother, who died of multiple sclerosis, by naming a special wine after her that won many awards."

  "Wow, not only a maker of fine wine and hotness, but a man with a heart as well," surmised Meg.

  "What's his name?" I asked still reeling from the news that he owned the place.

  "I think our server was the one and only Michael Cinder," said Camille nonchalantly.

  "The Michael Cinder who owns half of Sacramento?" I blurted, my eyes wide. I hoped they did not see the shock on my face.

  "Yes, I think he not only owns Sacramento, but the arts museum and the minor league baseball team there as well," added Camille looking at her nails.

  My heart raced at who this man was and what I had just done with him. Oh, my God!

  "I thought he was married or something," Rachel said with an edge of doubt.

  "Yeah, I think he was engaged to a movie star or something," said Meg.

  "Not a movie star. He was engaged to that famous newscaster here in Sacramento," shot Camille.

  "Oh, yeah. The really gorgeous one that took down the governor a couple of years ago in that sex scandal," agreed Anne.

  "Oh, well, another hottie bites the dust," sighed Meg.

  That's for sure, I thought. I'm not going after this guy. At least I got one hell of an orgasm with probably one of the hottest guys on the planet. As we neared the end of our long day and drive back to the city, I looked at my friends who were a drink past tipsy and thought how lucky I really have it. But, disappointment was quickly setting in my heart. After my cave encounter with Mr. Cinder, I desired to see him again somehow. But after what my friends told me, Mr. Cinder was quickly off the market for me. An attached man could never have my heart again.

  * * * * *

  I awoke two minutes be
fore the alarm went off. For me the alarm is just a backup. Ever since I took the role as project manager at one of Sacramento's growing number of Internet technology companies, my biological clock has always been set for 5:58 AM. I guess it's just one of the many perks for a striving 28-year-old middle-management woman. As I sat on the edge of the bed slowing pushy my feet into my slippers, Misty lumbered over to me, gently nudging her head against my forearm. Misty was the finest cat a single woman could have as she seemed to always do well when I was gone but never left me alone when I was there.

  "Good morning, Misty." I scratched behind her ears gently and stroked her back as she purred and laid down next to my leg. "Well, girl, we better get going this morning to embark on another rousing day at the office." She didn't look amused by my attempt at early morning humor. I made a cup of coffee in my single brewer coffee maker. I have a single brewer not because I'm single, because it makes the best damn coffee besides my favorite Starbucks on the corner. I filled Misty's bowl and headed down to the second-floor mezzanine of the condo building to have a quick workout. As I left the workout room to head back to my place to get ready for work, Mr. Jones, the daytime doorman was coming out of the employee locker room and met me in the hallway.

  "Good morning," he said with a bright smile.

  "Good morning, Mr. Jones. So, good to see you today. Do you think the weather will be sunny again here in Sacramento?"

  He laughed, "I would probably put a Ben Franklin on that bet."

  "And I think you would win, Mr. Jones. Just with that smile alone would be a win in and of itself."

  "That's my line, Ms. Davis. I'm the one that should make your day a little brighter."

  "Well, you always do, Mr. Jones. You always do." I turned towards the elevators to head back to the room when Mr. Jones called out to me.

  "Oh, Ms. Davis, I almost forgot to tell you. There are some lovely flowers waiting for you down in the lobby that you might want to pick up before you leave for work."