Free Red Red Wine (Tastes of Seduction) by Jess Dee

also been overcome by sadness.
    Her trust in him had filled Andrew with a certain sense of wonder. Not only had she felt secure enough to submit to her blatantly sexual needs, but she’d also given in to raw emotion in front of him. Let him see the most private parts of herself—physically and psychologically.
    Andrew recognized a quick, meaningless fuck when he saw it, but he sensed this was way more than that. The emotion that still made her muscles quiver told him they’d shared something very real. Victoria lay in his arms, crying on his chest. She hadn’t gotten up and walked away, triumphant in her conquest. She was still with him.
    Even if it wasn’t anything more, and she simply lay with him because she was too exhausted to leave, Andrew was okay with that. He didn’t believe it to be the truth, but he’d take what he could get, whatever Victoria offered of herself.
    He raked his fingers through her hair, slowly, hypnotically, losing himself to the silkiness of the long strands. The ache in his dick subsided enough that he thought he might be able to talk without squeaking. “Victoria?” Her tears had stopped, and now she simply lay against him, still.
    She laughed softly into his neck. “Don’t you think you know me well enough by now to call me Tori?”
    Damned if his chest didn’t swell at the idea. “Tori?”
    “Yeah?”
    “You doing okay?”
    She nodded against his shoulder. “I think so.”
    “Want to talk about it? About him?”
    “Nope. He’s the last thing I want to talk about.”
    “How about what just happened between us?”
    “We could talk about it.” She turned her head and pressed her lips against his shoulder. “But I’d prefer to just lie here and relive it over and over.” A shiver passed through her.
    He grinned into her hair. “It was that good?”
    She nipped his shoulder, then kissed it. “It was that good.”
    And again they lapsed into silence. A comfortable silence that made something in Andrew’s chest ache.
    Long moments passed.
    “Andrew?”
    It was his turn to chuckle. “Don’t you think you know me well enough by now to call me Ando?”
    Her laugh was husky, and it made his dick stir all over again. “Ando?”
    “Yeah, Tori?”
    “Tell me about you.”
    “What about me?”
    “Anything. Everything. Just talk. You know an awful lot about me, and I know almost nothing about you. Tell me why you’re here, who you’re with.”
    He could do that. “I’m here because my business partner locked me out of the office, shoved a set of keys in my hand and insisted I get the hell out of Sydney for the weekend.”
    Her shoulders tensed. “He what? Doesn’t he like you?”
    “Oh, we get along just fine. We’re friends and business partners. He was just…looking out for my best interests, I guess.”
    “By locking you out of your own office?”
    “By insisting I take a break. Get away from real life for a few days. The hotel and vineyard belong to him. The keys fit the door to his private suite here.”
    “You’re using it for the weekend?”
    “I am.”
    She tangled her fingers in the hair on his chest and scraped her nails over his nipple.
    Andrew’s blood pressure jumped straight up to “stroke looming”.
    Oblivious to his imminent destruction, she asked, “Did you need to escape from real life?”
    He thought about his answer. “For a while, yeah.”
    “I can understand that. The need to escape. Today I didn’t. Tonight? Different story.”
    “You can escape into my arms anytime, sweetheart.”
    She looked up at him. “I can’t think of anywhere I’d rather run to.” The eye-to-eye contact was palpable, and once again Andrew felt something shift in his chest. “But…we’re not talking about me, remember?”
    “I remember.” Andrew continued stroking her hair until she lay her head back on his chest.
    “What are you escaping from?”
    Andrew sighed. “Family. My parents.”
    “You don’t get along with them?”
    “I do. We’re