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I take a sip of my drink and walk with Vin down the hallway. Once we’re inside the conference room, he shuts the door. The large glass wall that faces the lobby is covered by blinds and they’re pulled tightly closed. It’s just me and him in here, and I walk over to the long, dark wood conference table which is covered with artwork and logo designs for several of the bottles of wine. I pick a picture up and study it.
“Is this for a new line?” I ask.
“It is.” He steps closer, his shoulder brushing mine. “I’d like your opinion on all the images and I want to know which ones are your favorites. And, of course, which ones don’t work.”
The amount of trust he’s putting in me is thrilling. After another quick sip, I set my drink aside, away from all the artwork, and lean over, examining each picture closely. I can feel Vin’s gaze on me as I study them all and make comments about each one. We go back and forth, pointing out the pros and cons, debating over what works best for the Rossi Vineyard brand. In the end, we’re on exactly the same page and we both like the design with a sun setting over a vineyard.
“It’s perfect,” I say, elbows on the table. Vin is standing so close, his thigh practically touching my hip, and I briefly close my eyes and pray for strength. We’ve been so close for the past hour and it’s getting too hard to ignore his tempting citrus scent or the way his warm body brushes against mine or his low voice in my ear. I have a feeling he’s struggling, too, and when he moves behind me and grasps my hips, I whimper.
He’s about to pounce.
“Vin…” I try to protest, but the words are stuck in my throat. I’m still bent over the table, propped up on my elbows.
“I need you, Hannah. Christ, I can’t stand being this close to you and not being able to take you in my arms. It’s killing me,” he rasps.
Suddenly, I have no control over my actions. I push my ass back against his pelvis and feel how hard he is, how badly he wants me. My hips circle of their own accord, pushing against his straining cock. Teasing him until he’s rocking against me, too. His warm hands reach for the hem of my skirt and begin sliding it up. Then his hand moves between my legs, shoves the damp fabric of my panties aside, and his finger sinks deep inside me.
“Oh, God,” I moan, pushing back, my hips gyrating as I ride his hand. He slips another finger inside my slick channel and his other hand reaches around to play with my clit. “Vin!”
He’s leaning over me, kissing and licking the side of my neck, and it’s all too much. I’m aching for him and the tension is building hard and fast.
“Please,” I moan.
“Please, what, Angioletto?” he whispers, circling his tongue over the crest of my ear.
“I want you inside me.”
He speeds up the thrust of his fingers, increases the pressure on my clit and I go hurling off the edge as a powerful orgasm rips through me, making my entire body shake. With a gasp, I drop my forehead against the table and shiver as delicious waves of pleasure ripple through me.
I’m so wet and half-delirious for Vin’s cock when, suddenly, there’s a rap at the door.
“Fuck,” Vin hisses, stepping back and hurriedly re-zipping his pants.
I’m still dazed as he pulls me up off the table and smooths my skirt back down. “Hang on. I’ll get rid of whoever it is.” He presses a quick kiss against my temple and I drop down in a chair, utterly spent.
I watch him hobble over to the door and open it a crack. His low, yet quite audible swear, hits my ears and I try to see who’s there. With great reluctance, Vin opens the door all the way up and three of the best-looking men I’ve ever seen come striding into the conference room.
Oh, God. I sit up straighter and try to look like I didn’t just get finger-fucked by Vin on the conference room table. So much for being professional, I think dryly.
“Well, hello,” the one in a sharp designer suit says, smiling from ear to ear. “I’m Vin’s brother Enzo and, I assume, you’re the lovely Hannah I’ve heard so much about.”
My eyes widen and Vin growls a warning, but they don’t seem to pay any attention. Has Vin really been talking about me? I wonder.
I stand up and shake Enzo’s hand.
“I’m Miceli,” the tallest, biggest one of them states in a gravelly voice.
“It’s nice to meet you,” I say and shake his hand. Then I look at the last one who has a wicked-looking grin on his handsome face.
“And I’m Angelo.” As we shake hands, I try not to flush as he looks from me to Vin. “You two are looking awfully…satisfied.”
My face turns beet red and I hear Vin mumble under his breath, “Not really.”
Oh, God, how embarrassing. They must know we were right in the middle of messing around. How? We’re both flushed, I suppose, and then my gaze drops to the way Vin is standing, his suit jacket now buttoned up and covering his crotch. Oh. He’s clearly hiding a massive erection. But they wouldn’t know that. They must just know their brother too well.
Still, it doesn’t make the situation any less humiliating for either of us.
What I really appreciate, though, is nobody dwells on it. After that very minor teasing, the brothers sit down at the table and, to my surprise, Vin invites me to join them. I sit down beside him and he immediately starts talking about how we came up with our top picks for the rebranding project. After some minor debating, they all agree on the design we chose.
