A long, low moan of pleasure escaped Erin's lips. At the sound, the other three men put down their glasses and approached her.
The bearded man reached out and began to grope roughly at her firm breasts. He squeezed her tender flesh and pinched her nipples through the thin material of her dress. She sighed at his coarse touch.
The blond lad stepped close to her and placed a hand behind her head. He then drew her face towards his and kissed her. At first, his touch was tentative, almost shy. But then his lips pressed harder against hers, and he pushed his tongue roughly into her mouth. She could taste wine on his lips. She kissed him back, passionately.
The older man stood in front of her. He slid his hand slowly up her thigh, then under the hem of her knee-length dress. He hesitated at the top of her thigh for a moment as he looked into her eyes. His thumb teased her through her panties.
Recent divorcée Erin lands in Spain with nothing to prove and everything to feel. Sun on her skin, wine on the itinerary, and a buzzing sense of freedom she has not tasted in years. A bodega tour is meant to be harmless fun, until she strays from the group, takes one wrong turn, and finds herself deep beneath the vineyard where the air is cool, the walls whisper, and secret desires flare to life.
In a shadowed cellar, she meets four men, confident, attentive, and with burning desire in their dark eyes. Instead of leading her back to the light, they introduce her to the kind of guilt-free pleasure she has been denying herself – slow at first, then relentless, until Erin is giving back just as eagerly as she is taking.
She came to Spain for an intoxicating holiday. What Erin gets is a no limits encounter that leaves her undone, satisfied, and craving another sip of pleasure.
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