A Wildly Seductive Night: (Seductive Nights: Julia & Clay Book 3.5) by Lauren Blakely Page B

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