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💦Grapes and Forbidden Touch💦"Watch where you're going!" I snapped as strong hands caught my arms. My basket of fresh grapes tumbled to the ground, purple fruit rolling everywhere across the dusty path between the vineyard rows.A deep chuckle rumbled above me. "My fault. I was watching you instead of the path."I looked up and my breath caught. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with sun-darkened skin and sharp green eyes that pinned me in place. Dark stubble covered a strong jaw, and his white linen shirt clung to his chest from the afternoon heat. Matteo. The owner of this vineyard. I'd seen him from a distance earlier during the tour, but up close he was overwhelming."You always sneak up on tourists like that?" I asked, bending down to pick up the grapes. My sundress rode up my thighs as I crouched.Matteo knelt beside me, his knee brushing mine. "Only the ones who look like they belong here more than the grapes do." His fingers brushed mine as he helped gather the fruit. "Elena, r

💦Flames That Bind💦 I stared at the glowing screen, Marco’s words burning into my eyes. My body was still warm and full from Matteo, his cock softening inside me against the barrel. “Five minutes?” I whispered, voice shaking. “He’s already here.” Matteo pulled out slowly, both of us wincing at the loss. He helped me down, hands gentle on my waist even as his jaw tightened. “Your ex?” “Yeah.” I quickly pulled on my sundress, legs still trembling. “He works with the board now. If he tells them what he saw…” Matteo buttoned his shirt fast, green eyes flashing with something dark. “Let him talk. This isn’t his business.” He cupped my face. “But if you need to face him, I’m coming with you.” I nodded, heart pounding. “Together.” We stepped out of the cellar into the gathering storm. Thunder rolled closer as we walked the path back toward the main tasting building. Rain started falling in fat drops, soaking my dress. Marco waited under the covered porch, arms crossed, looking every

💦Thunder and Temptation💦I showed Nico the glowing screen. “My ex. He’s at the museum asking about me. This can’t be a coincidence.”Nico’s arms tightened around me. His cock was still buried deep inside me, warm and thick. “Right now?” he growled. “While I’m still inside you?”I nodded, breath shaky. “He’s persistent. We broke up six months ago, but he keeps showing up when I get close to something good.”Nico pulled out slowly, both of us wincing. He grabbed my phone and set it face down on the table. “He can wait.” His green eyes burned into mine. “I’m not done with you yet, Elena.”He scooped me up like I weighed nothing and carried me down the hall to his bedroom. Rain hammered the windows. Lightning flashed across the sea. He laid me on the huge bed and covered me with his body again.“Tell me about him later,” he said, kissing down my neck. “Right now I want to hear you moan my name again.”I arched into him as his mouth found my breast. “Nico… we should check the message.”“

💦Shadows Among the Silver Leaves💦"Stay still or we'll both fall," a low, commanding voice growled in my ear.My back pressed against the rough trunk of an ancient olive tree, leaves shimmering silver in the moonlight. Strong hands gripped my hips, holding me steady as my legs wrapped around a narrow waist. I hadn't planned on this, sneaking away from my cousin's engagement party at the family estate but here I was, heart hammering, with a stranger's fingers already sliding under my dress."I don't even know your name," I gasped as two thick fingers traced along the edge of my lace panties."Luca," he answered, voice rough like aged wine. "And you're Sophia. The fiery one who gives speeches at family gatherings. I've watched you all night."His fingers pushed my panties aside and slid along my folds. I was already soaked. He groaned softly. "Christ, you're dripping. Been thinking about this since you argued with your uncle about the wedding menu?"I moaned quietly, hips rocking agai

💦Roots That Hold💦Luca’s truck bounced along the narrow road away from the estate. His hand stayed firm on my thigh, thumb stroking slowly even as tension lined his jaw.“We’re not running,” he said quietly. “But we’re not facing this half-dressed either. My villa. Ten minutes away.”I nodded, still buzzing from everything, the grove, the barn, the risk. “He won’t let go easily. Davide never does.”Luca glanced at me. “Then we make him. Together.”His villa sat on a gentle hill overlooking the olive groves, simple stone walls and wide terraces. Inside, it smelled of woodsmoke and herbs. He led me straight to the bedroom, pulling me into a deep kiss the moment the door closed.“Shower first,” he murmured against my lips. “Then we talk. Then… whatever you need.”The hot water felt like heaven. Luca joined me, soaping my body with gentle hands that quickly turned hungry. He pressed me against the tiled wall, fingers sliding between my legs again.“Still sensitive?” he asked, circling m