Seductive Nights Trilogy

by Lauren Blakely

“We have all of Manhattan for fucking. We have restaurants and bars, and theaters and museums, and I’m going to want to take you everywhere.”

  “No pun intended,” she said, in between sexy little moans and pants.

  “Take you and take you,” he added. “Fuck you and make love to you. I’m not going to hold back. I’m going to seduce you all over this city, and make you come every single day and night.”

  “Please do,” she said, her voice rising higher, her breath coming faster.

  “All the time,” he said, gripping her thigh harder, driving deeper. She responded by running her hands up his spine, and digging her fingernails deep into his skin.

  “Leave marks on me,” he told her, and she dug in harder. “I want scratch marks from you.”

  “You feel so fucking good, you’re going to get them, Clay. Oh God, you’re going to get them,” she said, holding on tight and hard, dragging her nails along his muscles as she cried out, rocking her hips against his as she came, and soon, he chased her there with his own orgasm.

  He wrapped his arms around her, needing to hold her, even in the stalled elevator. He layered kisses on her neck, already hot and sweaty. “Julia, I won’t always take you hard like that, but sometimes I’m going to have to,” he whispered.

  “You better take me hard, and you better take me slow, and you better make love to me all night long,” she said, pulling back to look him in the eyes. Hers were both fierce, and full of love.

  “That’s a promise, and I keep my promises to you,” he said, running his thumb along her cheek.

  “I know you do. That’s why I’m here to stay.”

  That’s where he always wanted her.

  EPILOGUE

  Two Months Later

  “What can I get for you?”

  The pair of young women in slouchy tops revealing bare shoulders had parked themselves in the burgundy bar stools at Speakeasy, where Julia was now a part-owner. They perused the cocktail menu, and then the blonde one lifted her face to Julia, the look in her eyes full of excitement. “Can you make the Purple Snow Globe? We heard this is the only bar where we can get it made fresh,” she said, emphasizing that last word like it was made of sweet sugar. “I served some at a party last week from the store and everyone loved it, but we wanted to try the real thing.”

  “And I will be delighted to make it for you. But I should let you know, this isn’t the only bar. There’s a little place in San Francisco called Cubic Z that also makes a Purple Snow Globe, so if you ever find yourself out west, you know where to go,” she said, and started mixing.

  “Our friends are going to be so jealous. Everyone is loving this drink,” the woman said.

  “I’m thrilled to hear that.”

  After she set down the drinks, she headed to the back of the bar to retrieve more napkins. Along the way, her phone buzzed in her pocket, so she grabbed it. There was a text from Kim.

  How’s business? Booming as always, like it is here?

  Julia tapped out an answer. Always. She dropped her phone back into her pocket, glad that Craig had taken over behind the bar for her. She still owned a stake in Cubic Z, but Craig had needed a job, and her move had given him the perfect chance to help his wife while she was busy with the newborn. Charlie hadn’t been heard from, and while Julia and Clay had toyed with spreading a nasty rumor on Yelp about Charlie’s chicken, they’d decided not to. Charlie was a man not to be messed with, so they’d chosen to leave him and his chicken in the past. But Julia couldn’t deny she was pleased when her sister forwarded along a few new online reviews for Mr. Pong’s that all noted the restaurant was less popular at lunch these days. Seemed that Charlie had lost a good portion of his venture capital patrons at the restaurant. Hunter with the laughing tell might have been kicked out of the poker circuit, but had managed the last word after all, telling his friends to find a new haunt for their kung pao chicken hankerings, hitting Charlie where it hurt him most.

  As for her apartment, McKenna had packed up everything for her, deciding what needed to stay and what needed to go. She trusted her sister completely with that choice, especially when the boxes had arrived with only her favorite items in them. She didn’t need her fluffy towels, though. Because she and Clay had bought new ones, with some of the $10,000 she’d won at the poker game, along with a bench, some softer pillows, and a new set of scarves. They’d considered ropes but they’d always been more DIY when it came to restraints, opting for belts, ties, panties and whatever was on hand, and that was likely to continue.

  She pictured returning home tonight after her shift behind the bar. She’d find him naked in bed, sound asleep on his stomach, his strong back on display with the sheets low around his hips. The lights would be dim, the only sound the faint rhythm of his sleeping breath. She’d strip down to nothing, and run her hands along his skin. He’d groan lightly, roll over and pull her on top of him, and they’d have slow, sleepy, middle-of-the-night sex.

  That image was burned in her brain as she returned to the bar to serve a new customer. A man in a suit had just sat down. Then she realized that man was her man. Her man in a suit, and by God, did he ever look sexy as hell in it. Maybe it was the little bit of cuff showing, or the cufflinks, or the purple tie he wore.

  She rested her elbows on the bar, and flashed him a smile. “What can I get for you there, wearing your lucky tie?”

  He ran his fingers down the fabric, and raised an eyebrow. “You noticed my lucky tie.”

  “I always notice what you’re wearing,” she said in a whisper, her words just for him. “Are you thinking you’re getting lucky tonight?”

  “I’m a lucky man every night because I have you.”

  “Flattery will get you everywhere. But you still must pay for your drink,” she said and poured him his standard scotch, placing it in front of him. He took a long swallow, then reached for her hand, threading her fingers through his.

  “Hey, gorgeous,” he said softly.

  “Hey, handsome.”

  “What would you think about going to Vegas this weekend?”

  “So we can see your brother’s show, then play a little blackjack?”

  “For starters,” he said, and there was a twinkle in his brown eyes.

  A ribbon of possibility unfurled in her. “Are you going to propose to me in Vegas?”

  He laughed. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

  “I would like to know,” she said, as the corners of her lips curved up.

  “But I love surprises, Julia. So I guess you’ll have to wait and see if I propose, or if maybe I take you there to elope.”

  She clasped his hand tighter, her way of saying she liked that idea. Either one. Both. “So I won’t know till you take me to Vegas?”

  He shrugged playfully. “Maybe I’ll do neither. But I’ll tell you this much. We will have an excellent time, and I fully intend on marrying you someday. Someday soon.”

  “Oh you do, do you?”

  “I do.”

  “You practicing saying those words?” she said, teasing him like she’d always loved to.

  “Maybe I am. Do you like hearing them from me?” he said, and every day she found new ways to fall in love with him. This was today’s.

  “I do, Clay. I do.”

  THE END

  While Clay and Julia have a happy ending here, their story isn’t done. Based on requests from readers, I have written another installment in their love story. ONE MORE NIGHT is the third book starring Julia and Clay and it releases July 8. For more details, see the coming soon section next. And if you’d like to receive an email when my next title is available, including ONE MORE NIGHT, in July, please sign up for my newsletter.

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  ONE MORE NIGHT

  Book #3 in the Seductive Nights Series

  “I want it hard, rough, and against the wall.”

  Sure, everyone wants that, but happy endings don’t come easily. They’re hard-won
and Clay Nichols is going to have to keep earning his…

  Now living together in New York with her debt safely paid off, sexy bartender Julia Bell and hot-as-hell entertainment lawyer Clay thought their future was clear sailing.

  But life doesn’t work that way and these two red-hot lovers run into a new slew of challenges as Clay tries to put a ring on it. Trouble looms in every corner – trouble from clients, trouble with timing, and most of all trouble from her past returns on their trip to Vegas. A dangerous man who knows much more about Julia than he should surfaces in Sin City where they’re supposed to be enjoying a weekend getaway. Following her in the casino, watching her every move at the pool, targeting her as she plays blackjack.

  Too bad Clay is called away repeatedly, leaving Julia alone in a sprawling hotel full of dark corners, back rooms, and unsavory characters.

  Can Clay save her from danger one more time, and then finally get down on one knee? Or will he be too late for the woman he adores?

  Stay tuned for ONE MORE NIGHT, a novel in the Seductive Nights series packed with more sex, more dirty talk and more danger.

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  Stay tuned for NIGHTS WITH HIM, a standalone novel in the erotic romance Seductive Nights series, starring Michele Millo and her lover, slated for a fall 2014 release…

  Jack Sullivan is a Sex Toy Mogul.

  An extremely eligible bachelor in New York, he’s the full package, right down to his full package. Hell, this man could be the model for one of the toys his company, Joy Delivered, peddles. Instead, he’s the powerful and successful CEO and he’s got commitment issues a mile-long after the tragic way his relationship with his fiancée ended.

  He’s looking for a way to erase the pain and that arrives in the form of Michelle Milo. From her pencil skirts to her high heels, she’s his perfect fantasy, especially since she has no idea who he is the night they meet at a hotel bar. He doesn’t have a clue either that she’s the brilliant psychologist his sister has arranged for him to see to help him get over his past. She’s simply the stunning woman he takes to bed that night and delivers many Os of joy too.

  His touch helps her forget that other man.

  When he shows up at her office door the next day, there’s no way in hell she’s going to treat him after they’ve slept together. Jack isn’t willing to let go of the first woman he’s felt anything for in years so he proposes a deal – share her nights with him for thirty days. At the end of one month of exquisite pleasure, they walk away, having helped each other move on from their haunted pasts.

  But soon, all those nights threaten to turn into days as the lines between lust and matters of the heart start to blur. Can two people so terribly afraid of love truly fall head over heels?

  PREVIEWS OF

  PLAYING WITH HER HEART

  AND TROPHY HUSBAND

  Dear Readers:

  Now that you’ve met McKenna and Chris in the Seductive Nights series, do you want to see how their love began? Be sure to check out Trophy Husband, the story of how they met and fell for each other. Trophy Husband is part of my Caught Up in Love series. You might also enjoy Playing With Her Heart, the novel where Jill and Davis fall in love, and where Clay first appears as a supporting character. A brief excerpt of both novels follows, and you can find the full novels across all major retailers.

  xoxo

  Lauren

  PLAYING

  WITH HER HEART

  Davis

  She raises her hands behind her head, pulling out the rubber band, shaking out her hair, and letting it fall around her face.

  I am undone by her.

  My hands are twitching to touch her. I am aching to taste her lips.

  “Do it,” she breathes out in a voice so low it’s barely audible, but it’s all I need.

  I place my hands on her face and cup her cheeks, and she closes her eyes and sighs. Then my hands thread through her hair and I pull her to me, pressing my lips to hers again. I am unable to stay away from her.

  Her lips are soft and full and greedy. But I like to lead, so I kiss her deeply, possessively, twining my hands through her glorious hair, as I trace the soft underside of her lips with the tip of my tongue, eliciting the sexiest moan from her that I kiss away. I nibble on her bottom lip, and she gasps. “Davis.”

  My name alone sends me into another realm, and before I know it I am tugging on her hair and roaming my mouth down the gorgeous column of her neck, and right before I reach her shoulder blade, I press my teeth to her skin, lightly, but heavy enough to make the smallest of marks.

  “Ouch,” she says, but the word tapers off, and the next thing she says is more, in a breathy whisper that turns into a groan of pleasure as I give her what she wants. “Do you know why I want to have my hands in your hair?” I say in a hoarse voice.

  “Why?”

  “Because I want to pull on your hair as I fuck you. I want to bend you over and take you against the wall, and I want to gather all your hair in my hands and hear you cry out.”

  “Oh God,” she moans, and her mouth opens in a gorgeous, perfect O that sends my body spiraling further into such dark longing for her. “Do you think I’d like it?” she asks, playing along.

  “You’d love it. Because I’d always make sure it was good for you. And because you like it a little rough.”

  “I think I would too.”

  “And I think you’d want me to tell you what to do. To direct you.”

  “Yes,” she says, panting, as I bring a hand down to the little pearl buttons on her sweater. “I want to bite these off,” I whisper in her ear, my breath hot on her skin and making her shiver. “But I think you like this sweater. I think you wore it for me. Did you wear it for me?”

  I nibble my way down her neck to the hollow of her throat. She gasps out a yes, as I tug on the bottom of her sweater, making room for my hand to slide across her belly. God, her skin is so soft.

  “Were you thinking I’d like the way your breasts look in it? That I’d like you in red?”

  “Yes.”

  She grabs my shoulders, and slams me on top of her, her beautiful body against the floorboards.

  “This works too though,” I tease.

  She laughs, but then turns serious again. “What else do you want to do to me?”

  “I want to go down on you on the piano. I want to lift you up and put you on the baby grand, and push your skirt to your hips and tell you to spread your legs for me,” I tell her, and she responds by opening her legs, and grabbing my ass, so we are in perfect missionary except for that little problem of clothes.

  “Do you think I’d do what you say?” she says breathily, as she thrusts her hips against me.

  “Yeah,” I say confidently. “I think you’d spread your legs for me, and let me taste you.”

  “Do you think I’ll taste good?”

  “I bet you taste like sin and heaven at the same time. I bet you taste fucking delicious coming on my tongue.” I look straight into her eyes, and they are full of fire
and lust. “And I’m going to find out right now, Jill.”

  TROPHY HUSBAND

  The stars twinkle and the night air is warm as we leave the Tiki Bar and walk slowly up Fillmore. At the top of the hill, I see my friend’s maroon Prius that I’m tasked with driving home tonight. I point to it.

  “These are my wheels.” I click on the key to unlock the car. Then I reach for the door handle. But it doesn’t open. I try again. Same thing happens. “Damn. What is up with these hybrids?”

  “They have to calibrate to your heart rate.”

  “Then how the heck am I supposed to drive it home?”

  “I know a trick,” Chris says.

  “You do?”

  “Want to give me the keys and I’ll show you?” he asks, holding open his palm for me.

  But before I can pull away, he closes his fingers over mine, gripping my hand in his. That’s all it takes. Within seconds I am in his arms, and we are wrapped up in each other. His lips are sweeping mine, and I press my hands against his chest, and oh my. He does have the most fantastic outlines in his body. He is toned everywhere, strong everywhere, and I am dying to get my hands up his shirt, and feel his bare chest and his belly. But if I did, I might just jump him right here because I am one year and running without this. Without kissing, without touching, without feeling this kind of heat.

  He runs his fingers through my hair, and the way he holds me, both tender and full of want at the same time, makes me start to believe in possibilities. Start to believe that you can try again, and it’ll be worth it. His lips are so soft, so unbearably soft, and I can’t stop kissing him. He has the faintest taste of Diet Coke on his lips, and it’s crazy to say this, but it almost makes me feel closer to him. Or maybe I feel closer because he’s leaning into me, his body is aligned with mine, and there’s no space between us, and I don’t want any space between us. I want to feel him against me, his long, strong body tangled up in mine, even though we’re fully clothed, making out on the street.