The dim light of the wine cellar cast long shadows over the racks of vintage bottles. I followed the sommelier, his deep voice explaining the history of the winery, but I couldn’t help noticing the way his suit fit him just right.

“Here’s something special,” he said, pulling a bottle from the rack and pouring a deep red into a glass for me.

I took a sip, letting the rich flavor linger on my tongue. “Delicious,” I murmured, my eyes meeting his.

“Wait until you try this one,” he said, stepping closer. This time, his hand brushed mine as he handed me the glass.

The tension between us grew as we talked, his low voice sending shivers down my spine. Finally, when the tour was over and we were alone, he leaned in, his lips barely grazing my ear.

“I’ve been dying to do this,” he whispered before his mouth captured mine.

The kiss was urgent, his hands gripping my waist as he pressed me against the cool stone wall. The earthy scent of wine surrounded us as his lips traveled down my neck, his breath hot against my skin.

“Think anyone will come looking for us?” I teased, my voice breathless.

“Not if we’re quiet,” he replied, his grin wicked as he kissed me again and and continued until we're all naked.