A Wildly Seductive Night: (Seductive Nights: Julia & Clay Book 3.5) Read Online Free
Author: Lauren Blakely
knew how to mix with the best of them.
She sampled a few combinations, took some notes, and made a list of what she needed to work on tomorrow. With Carly safe in bed, Julia took Ace outside the front door for one last pee break, then returned to their home, where the dog trotted into Carly’s room and curled up next to her. Julia headed up the stairs to the bedroom on the loft level, rinsed off the day in a hot, steamy shower, and slipped under the covers. Tiredness threaded through her, and she checked her phone, finding a note from Clay, letting her know that his business dinner was still going on.
C lay : Still thinking about my tongue between your legs.
S he smiled , his note turning her on, as notes from her husband always did.
J ulia : Do more than think about it when you get home. Do everything possible to wake me up, even if it means going down on me while I’m asleep. I do like to wake up to you eating me.
T hat should get him home sooner. As tired as she was, she was always up for an orgasm or two. Make that three, with her husband.
A hot shiver ran through her as she drifted off to thoughts of him touching her.
6
D amn , she smelled good. All sleepy, sexy, and shower clean. The scent of her jasmine body lotion flooded his nostrils as he got into bed and inhaled her neck, running his nose along her shoulders and into her hair, breathing her in.
In seconds, his dick went from half-mast to full steel. This woman. That was what she did to him—electrified his bones.
His fiery, gorgeous, dirty wife was curled up in a skimpy white tank top and high-cut white lacy panties. The sheet had slipped down to her thighs, giving him a view of the soft flesh of her rear, the delicious curve of her cheeks on display.
He wanted to send a thank-you letter to the designer of those panties. His wife had the most wonderful ass he’d ever seen, and those lacy beauties showed it off to titillating perfection. As he drew another inhale of her hair, slightly damp from her shower, he fantasized about nibbling on her butt, biting that cheek, brushing his lips all over her fine sweet ass.
Some might call him an ass man. But, really, he was an everything man when it came to Julia Nichols. Every damn thing about her turned him on, from her sharp mind, to her big heart, to her dirty mouth. All her physical assets were the icing on the Julia cake. That face, those luscious tits, her long legs that felt extraordinary wrapped around his neck.
Need hummed in his bones as he scooted closer to his woman. Absently, he reached between his legs, skimming his hand over his throbbing length as he regarded the woman with whom he shared a bed, a family, a life.
Midnight had crept into Manhattan, and moonlight from the window cast their room in a silvery glow. His hand slid down his hard dick as his eyes roamed her body, landing once again on a peek of her rear. The curve of her bottom was such an allure to him. He knew how it felt to dig his thumbs into that flesh, to spread her open, to grip her ass hard as he slid his cock into her hot, tight pussy. He knew how it felt to have his hands kneading that ass.
He groaned lightly as he stroked. He’d focused on business and deals at dinner, but admittedly the later the meal ran, the more his thoughts had strayed to her dirty texts. To what she wanted from him—to wake up to his mouth on her.
Was she wet already? Had she been dreaming of him, getting hot and bothered in her sleep? He shifted on the mattress, thrusting his cock up into his fist, his dick begging for more attention from his hand.
He was a horny bastard, and he needed to be buried in his wife’s wetness in a few minutes or he’d go crazy. He dipped his finger to her legs, ready to tug off those panties and smother his face in his favorite paradise when she flipped to the side and blinked open her eyes. She glanced at his hand.
“You taking care of business yourself?” Her voice was sleepy.
It was then that he realized
She sampled a few combinations, took some notes, and made a list of what she needed to work on tomorrow. With Carly safe in bed, Julia took Ace outside the front door for one last pee break, then returned to their home, where the dog trotted into Carly’s room and curled up next to her. Julia headed up the stairs to the bedroom on the loft level, rinsed off the day in a hot, steamy shower, and slipped under the covers. Tiredness threaded through her, and she checked her phone, finding a note from Clay, letting her know that his business dinner was still going on.
C lay : Still thinking about my tongue between your legs.
S he smiled , his note turning her on, as notes from her husband always did.
J ulia : Do more than think about it when you get home. Do everything possible to wake me up, even if it means going down on me while I’m asleep. I do like to wake up to you eating me.
T hat should get him home sooner. As tired as she was, she was always up for an orgasm or two. Make that three, with her husband.
A hot shiver ran through her as she drifted off to thoughts of him touching her.
6
D amn , she smelled good. All sleepy, sexy, and shower clean. The scent of her jasmine body lotion flooded his nostrils as he got into bed and inhaled her neck, running his nose along her shoulders and into her hair, breathing her in.
In seconds, his dick went from half-mast to full steel. This woman. That was what she did to him—electrified his bones.
His fiery, gorgeous, dirty wife was curled up in a skimpy white tank top and high-cut white lacy panties. The sheet had slipped down to her thighs, giving him a view of the soft flesh of her rear, the delicious curve of her cheeks on display.
He wanted to send a thank-you letter to the designer of those panties. His wife had the most wonderful ass he’d ever seen, and those lacy beauties showed it off to titillating perfection. As he drew another inhale of her hair, slightly damp from her shower, he fantasized about nibbling on her butt, biting that cheek, brushing his lips all over her fine sweet ass.
Some might call him an ass man. But, really, he was an everything man when it came to Julia Nichols. Every damn thing about her turned him on, from her sharp mind, to her big heart, to her dirty mouth. All her physical assets were the icing on the Julia cake. That face, those luscious tits, her long legs that felt extraordinary wrapped around his neck.
Need hummed in his bones as he scooted closer to his woman. Absently, he reached between his legs, skimming his hand over his throbbing length as he regarded the woman with whom he shared a bed, a family, a life.
Midnight had crept into Manhattan, and moonlight from the window cast their room in a silvery glow. His hand slid down his hard dick as his eyes roamed her body, landing once again on a peek of her rear. The curve of her bottom was such an allure to him. He knew how it felt to dig his thumbs into that flesh, to spread her open, to grip her ass hard as he slid his cock into her hot, tight pussy. He knew how it felt to have his hands kneading that ass.
He groaned lightly as he stroked. He’d focused on business and deals at dinner, but admittedly the later the meal ran, the more his thoughts had strayed to her dirty texts. To what she wanted from him—to wake up to his mouth on her.
Was she wet already? Had she been dreaming of him, getting hot and bothered in her sleep? He shifted on the mattress, thrusting his cock up into his fist, his dick begging for more attention from his hand.
He was a horny bastard, and he needed to be buried in his wife’s wetness in a few minutes or he’d go crazy. He dipped his finger to her legs, ready to tug off those panties and smother his face in his favorite paradise when she flipped to the side and blinked open her eyes. She glanced at his hand.
“You taking care of business yourself?” Her voice was sleepy.
It was then that he realized
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