Catherine reached out and picked up a flute of champagne, her deviant smile was enough to tell Nathaniel that it would be the first she would be having ever, and from the look in her eyes she was anticipating the taste of it, he watched her raise the glass to her lips slowly, she tipped the glass just slightly so only a little amount of the liquid made their way into her mouth.
To say she was impressed was an understatement, she savored the taste of it, the underlying fruitiness amidst the seductive velvetiness and the lingering fragrance, it was delectable. A soft moan escaped her involuntarily as she took yet another sip, Nathaniel didn’t miss the sound, it was loud and clear in his ears, and he had to take a sip of his own champagne to stop him from fantasizing about having her on his
