A Wildly Seductive Night: (Seductive Nights: Julia & Clay Book 3.5)

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A Wildly Seductive Night
Lauren Blakely

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Also by Lauren Blakely

The Caught Up in Love Series
(Each book in this series follows a different couple so each book can be read separately, or enjoyed as a series since characters crossover)

Caught Up in Her
(A short prequel novella to
Caught Up in Us
)

Caught Up In Us

Pretending He’s Mine

Trophy Husband

Stars in Their Eyes

Standalone Novels

BIG ROCK

Mister O

Well Hung
(Fall 2016)

Full Package (2017)

Far Too Tempting

21 Stolen Kisses

Playing With Her Heart
(A standalone SEDUCTIVE NIGHTS spin-off novel about Jill and Davis)

The No Regrets Series

The Thrill of It

The Start of Us

Every Second With You

The Seductive Nights Serie
s

First Night
(Julia and Clay, prequel novella)

Night After Night
(Julia and Clay, book one)

After This Night
(Julia and Clay, book two)

One More Night
(Julia and Clay, book three)

A Wildly Seductive Night
(Julia and Clay novella, book 3.5)

Nights With Him
(A standalone novel about Michelle and Jack)

Forbidden Nights
(A standalone novel about Nate and Casey)

The Sinful Nights Series

Sweet Sinful Nights

Sinful Desire

Sinful Longing

Sinful Love

The Fighting Fire Series

Burn For Me
(Smith and Jamie)

Melt for Him
(Megan and Becker)

Consumed By You
(Travis and Cara)

The Jewel Series

A two-book sexy contemporary romance series

The Sapphire Affair

The Sapphire Heist

A WILDLY SEDUCTIVE NIGHT

Book #3.5 in the Seductive Nights series

Once upon a time there was a very happy couple who had wild, hot, passionate, seductive nights every day, and every night. But that's not all they had between them.

They had love, and trust, and respect. He adored her and treated her like a queen. She was so very good to him, and made his life complete. Their sexy marriage was the stuff dirty fairytales were made of. 

But there was one thing they didn't have. 
One thing they both secretly wanted. 
One thing better than pearls.

1

H
e barely recognized
the striking woman with the jet-black hair, but he intended to rectify that situation immediately.

Adjusting his lucky purple tie, he strode up the last wooden step to the top deck of the big boat, his eyes zeroing in on the woman in sky-high stilettos who stood by the rail, gazing at the water. Lights from the glorious Manhattan skyline twinkled across the inky black river, matching her hair. A sleek bob, the cut showed off a long, elegant neck that was prime real estate for kissing.

But then, surely her whole lush body, some of it hidden beneath the short black trench coat, was ripe for his mouth. Like those legs. Long, shapely, toned.

As the yacht bobbed along the Hudson, Clay Nichols crossed the distance of the private deck, stopping at the railing next to the beauty. They were alone. Pop music floated up from the main deck, along with the clink of glasses and hubbub of betting at the roulette table.

“Boats.” He rapped his knuckles on the rail, tossing out his conversational appetizer. “Underrated or overrated?”

She turned to him, giving him a full view of her face. Her gorgeous green eyes glinted playfully, and ripe lips hinted at a naughty smile. “I suppose that depends on what you’re rating them for,” she said, as if musing on the topic.

Ah, so she liked to banter. That would do just fine. He ran his hand along the silk of his tie as he drank her in, his eyes sliding down her face, settling on those lips.

“Most boats aren’t known for their speed,” he said.

“Unless we’re talking about speedboats,” she volleyed.

“Which this ship is not. And they aren’t exactly the most efficient at getting you from Point A to Point B.”

“Depends where Point B is.” She raised an eyebrow as she ran a finger along the top button of her light jacket, then down the front, all the way to the belt cinched tight at her waist. A summer breeze carried through the cooler night air.

“Point B is where I’m heading tonight,” he said, his voice confident, his eyes following her hand.

“Point B, you say?”

“Would you like to know what Point B is?”

“Perhaps I’ll find out soon.” She tilted her head. “What about adventure? How would you rate boats for that?”

“Some”—he lingered on the word—“can be playgrounds for adventure.”

“And perhaps for trouble then, too.”

He reached for the end of the belt on her jacket, fingering the material. “Why do I think you like both trouble and adventure?”

Raising her chin, she held his gaze. “I’m in the mood for adventure right now. How about you?”

“I’m equally adept at both.” His fingers traveled up the belt to the knot in the middle. He had no intention of untying it, though. Point B didn’t require the removal of clothing.

“What sort of adventure can a stranger like you have with a woman like me?” she asked, her breath catching for a second when he skimmed a finger across the exposed skin of her collarbone.

His palm found the back of her neck. A sweet little gasp escaped her lips. “I could tell you,” he murmured, leaning closer, “or I could show you.”

She grabbed his tie and tugged him closer. “What if I want you to do both?”

“Then, gorgeous, you’re about to get a big show and tell,” he said, because he was the kind of man who told his woman what he was going to do to her, and then he delivered on it. His free hand played at the hem of her skirt, ready, so goddamn ready to discover if she was bare beneath it. His dick sure hoped so. Then again, his dick had been ready the second his eyes had landed on her legs. Ready for what they hinted at—the treasure that lay between them.

“Tell me what you’ll do. How you want to get me off,” she whispered, her voice husky and inviting.

He appraised her, savoring the view from head to toe, her stunning face, her perfect tits, her legs that he knew looked spectacular bent over a chaise lounge, spread wide open, wrapped around his head—any-fucking-where. “You’re not the kind of woman who needs a man to get her off. But you’re the kind of woman who would love a man to bring her incomparable pleasure.”

“And you’re that man?”

He nodded, confidence surging through him. “I intend to drive you wild right now. To make you tremble and moan. To make you feel so goddamn good, it will be like the sky is breaking open when you come, and every single cell in your body will cry out in rapture. Is that what you want?”

Her eyes blazed with heat. “Those are fighting words, mister. Can you back them up?”

His fingers roamed along her thighs. She trembled as he teased her. “I’m going to give you the kind of fucking that makes your knees weak and your bones shake.”

She trembled, her legs wobbling the slightest bit. “Like that?”

“Yeah, just like that, gorgeous. Just like that.”

He moved his mouth to her ear and flicked his tongue over her earlobe. “If I were a gentleman, I’d ask how you like it. But I don’t think you want a gentleman.”

“You think I want a caveman, don’t you?”

“I think you want a man who knows how to fuck his woman. So get your hands on that railing, and I’ll take care of the rest.”

2

H
e reached
his hand into her black hair, tugging but not too hard. There would be time for hair pulling another night. Right now, the clock ticked.

In seconds, his other hand traveled up her leg, seeking her heat then gliding across her slick flesh. A groan rumbled its way up his chest when he discovered she was bare, as he’d hoped. And there was nothing quite like her sweet, slippery pussy. She held in a moan and rocked into his fingers as he stroked. His cock strained against the fabric of his pants, aching to find a snug home inside her. Oh, how he loved this sleek wetness on his fingers as he slid the pad of his thumb over her swollen clit, throbbing for attention.

His dick ached at the way her beautiful body responded to his touch. A quick dip, a sexy grind, a little rock back and forth—she was a woman who sought her own pleasure, who could ride his hand shamelessly all the way to her climax. Who’d let loose and let go, rocking and bucking and wildly chasing release. Fuck, those thoughts collided in his brain, and his blood rushed hot. Tension spread through his bones, and he crowded against her, his big body caging her in by the railing of the boat that glided around the tip of Manhattan. Waves gently lapped the hull, while on the lower deck the party raged on. Up here, he had a few minutes to fuck this woman on the deck of a yacht, all of lower Manhattan theirs for the viewing tonight.

He unzipped his pants, freeing his hot, hard cock. Rubbing the head across her wet folds, he pressed his mouth to her neck, kissing hard, then biting.

“Oh God,” she moaned.

In an instant, his hand covered her mouth.

“You’ve got to be quiet. You don’t want all of Manhattan to know you’re about to get fucked by a stranger you met on a boat.”

Moving his hand slightly, he let her answer. “Maybe I—”

But her words were swallowed by her moan as he eased into her, filling her in one smooth stroke. Her tight pussy hugged his dick, and he drew a sharp intake of air.

Fuck, she was heavenly. She was the perfect home for his cock, and she knew it.

“Love it,” she moaned, rocking back onto him. Her hands curled around the railing, gripping it tightly.

“I know you love it, woman. I can tell by how goddamn wet you are,” he rasped in her ear, shoving deeper. “How your sweet, hot pussy grips my cock. It drives you wild to be fucked like this, doesn’t it?”

“So wild. So turned on,” she whispered hotly, matching his rhythm as he drove deeper. He held her hips tight. Stroking in, dragging out—the friction between them was astonishing. They were an intoxicating combination of hard and wet, of rough and slick.

His dick filled her completely, and her heat coated the length of him. Pleasure crackled in his body, racing through his veins as he took her harder. “When I saw you against the railing, those legs that went on forever, those heels so goddamn high, I was sure you were the kind of woman who knew what she wanted. Tell me what you want. Right now. Tell me what you want most from a hard, fast fucking.”

“I want to come on your cock.”

Shudders wracked his body. “You have a filthy mouth.”

“I think you love a filthy mouth.”

He sucked on her neck and bit her earlobe. “A filthy mouth on a filthy, fucking beautiful woman.” He slammed into her, and she moaned from the punishing pace. “Now you’re going to get what you asked for.”

“I want it. Give it to me,” she urged.

He dipped his hand between her legs, rubbing his finger relentlessly over her swollen bundle of nerves, his own sensations intensifying. She was frantic and wild, and he was charging hard into some kind of rapture with her.

Lust slammed into him, and she trembled under his touch, her moans growing louder, too loud. He brought his mouth to her ear. “I said quiet,” he said harshly. “I can’t fuck you the way I want if everyone can hear you.”

He rocked deeper. She leaned her head back, clamping her lips shut like she was fighting to hold in her sounds as she writhed on him. Her pussy clenched, gripping him; her lips opened in an
O
, then a silent, beautiful climax shook her body, her shoulders trembling, her pussy holding him tight. She clutched the railing, taking all that he gave her. He gave her all he had, driving deep, until he came so goddamn hard in this woman.

His
woman.

With a muffled grunt and a rough punch of his hips, he curled his hands over her hipbones as he jerked one more time inside her. Then he breathed out hard and brushed a gentle kiss to her neck. “Mmm,” he murmured. “I trust you enjoyed getting to Point B.”

“Getting there. Being there. All of it. I loved Point B. And I love boats.” She leaned into his kiss, then, when he pulled out, she excused herself for the restroom, and he zipped up his pants.

A few minutes later, Julia Nichols returned to his side, looping a hand around his neck. “Hey, handsome.”

“Hey, gorgeous. I almost didn’t recognize you with your hair like that.”

She reached up, running a hand through her once again auburn locks. She patted her purse. “Wig’s in here. Who knows what color I’ll be next time.”

“Doesn’t make a difference to me. I’ll fuck you no matter what.”

“You better.”

He’d given her what she’d told him she wanted. A fantasy. Pretending they were strangers. He’d wanted it, too, because he craved all the dirty things in the world with his wife. Role-playing, new positions, places they’d never been, and things they’d never tried.

But when she wrapped her hand around his neck and pulled him close, she reminded him of something they’d been doing well since day one. “But don’t forget Point A,” she said.

He arched an eyebrow in a question.

She pursed her lips and blew a kiss. “Kiss me, you handsome fella.”

“Love Point A,” he said with a grin, and brushed his lips to hers. He pressed harder, sealing their mouths together, and he shuddered. Screwing her was earth-shattering, but kissing her never failed to rock his world. She melted against his lips, murmuring as he savored the taste of her sweet mouth. He swallowed her moans, kissing her like it was the best thing in the world.

Because it fucking was. She arched into him, her body molding to his as he explored her mouth with his tongue. He had no interest in stopping, but the time had come to return to the party.

He took her hand, and they joined his cousins on the deck below, no one the wiser that he’d screwed his wife before he joined them. Then again, he was always screwing her. Several years of marriage hadn’t slowed them down. If anything, they found new ways to love each other every day.

He could only hope that when they celebrated their next anniversary in a few more weeks, more of his dirty dreams would come true.

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