An Acquired Taste

Blurb

Cherri Barratt was not an adventurous sort of woman. Cherri acquires a taste for something she didn't expect when she enters a smoke shop to purchase a gift. Tobacco plantation owner, Rafael Mercada, and his seductive ways are what she's quickly acquiring a taste for. With a healthy dose of his best friend, Luca Reyes, thrown in to tempt the sexual palate, how could she resist? Passionate attraction for Rafael draws her into his seductive, unconventional world. Will love for him and his way of life keep her there?

Excerpt

"The dress is a most important facet of a finally crafted cigar," he said as she felt the skirt of her A-line dress bunched in his elegant hand. "The d-dress?" she managed to gasp out as she felt the close air of the shop swirl against her bare thigh as the skirt shifted higher.

He rolled the cigar back and forth between two fingers. "It is the leaf, the wrapper, that defines the attractive appearance of the cigar. It should be a large leaf, like silk to the touch." He brushed his thumb across the surface of the cigar. And she couldn't help licking her lips, still tasting the flavor. She felt the heat of his body surrounding her, wrapped around her perfectly, like the leaf of the cigar. And she was the filling. God, what a feeling that gave her. "Touch it."

She reached up to stroke her fingers along the length of the silky wrapper. "It feels perfect."

"Exactly. At my farm in Virginia we have developed a special seed strain for this particular leaf. There is none like it anywhere. Exquisite and unique." His hand now rested beneath her skirt, stroking his long fingers across her abdomen. His touch was warm and expert, and her pussy dripped her juices, dampening her panties.

"D-do you make them yourself?"

"Not personally. When I was very young I learned every aspect of growing tobacco. My parents worked on a plantation. My mother was expert at wrapping, my father worked in the fields. I swore that I would one day own such a great plantation and my parents would never be required to work again."

His fingers played with the waistband of her panties. Every nerve was on edge, waiting for that intimate touch. That point of no return.

"A-and I assume you succeeded."

"Sï, mi belleza, better than I could have imagined. I found my way to the United States and eventually made my fortune. My family lives a good life now, free from want."

His hot hand skimmed beneath her panties to cup her mound, his fingers sifting through her curls.

"And you own this shop."

"I own a chain of shops throughout the United States."

"Oh." That was the only word she could manage because his fingers now burrowed between her very wet labia lips, teasing at her sensitive, budding clitoris. Her lids fluttered closed as he penetrated her with an exploratory finger. "Rafael." He pressed the cigar between her lips. "Suck it. Make it nice and wet, Cherri."