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

devoured her pussy just how she liked it. He ate her like an animal, and that was what she wanted. His depravity. His baseness. Her husband, in his suit and slacks, crouched on the concrete of their balcony, sucking and kissing and licking like she was his fucking meal. She wasn’t just dessert. She wasn’t simply a treat. She was his sustenance, his reason for living.
    Wild noises ripped from his throat, groans and moans of his pleasure as her liquid arousal coated his stubbly jaw, his lips, his tongue. Her sounds grew louder, higher, crazed.
    Neon sparks burst behind her eyes from the sheer intensity of his tongue. And now his finger as he slid one inside her, fucking her with it while he speared her clit with his tongue. Exquisite agony rang in her body, that sweet torment of pleasure and anticipation rising higher, spreading further.
    “Another one,” she moaned, urging him on.
    He pushed the tip of his middle finger against her slickness, and she shook her head, though he couldn’t see her.
    “Not there,” she said, gasping.
    He groaned like a caveman, instantly responding to her direction, sliding his finger to her ass. She didn’t tense; she didn’t flinch. She was ready for a finger, and he slid it into her rear. Like that, with his mouth latched on to her pussy, and his fingers penetrating her, she rode his face shamelessly, rocking and grinding, thrusting into him, until the switch flipped.
    White-hot pleasure erupted in her, a sharp, powerful explosion, then a thousand more shock waves, radiating everywhere as she cried out and came on his face.
    She had no notion of where she was—only how she felt. As if she’d been made with diamonds, as if her world was silver and gold and nothing but ecstatic joy. She was flesh and body and desire satisfied. With her hands still wrapped tightly around his head, she moaned happily, lost in her rapture. She wasn’t sure if this sensation of electric bliss would ever stop, nor did she want it to.
    But soon enough, Clay let go, and he rose.
    He brushed his lips to her forehead, her cheeks, her jaw, in a series of caresses. “I could do that all night.”
    “I wouldn’t protest,” she said.
    One more kiss. One more soft touch, then he tipped his forehead to the door. She grabbed the drink, and in her woozy, buzzed state, she followed him inside. He headed for the kitchen to wash his hands. Ace snoozed quietly on the couch. With Clay’s back turned, Julia walked up the steps to their loft bedroom, perched on the side of the bed, and waited for him to find her.

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    H e shed his shirt on the stairs, loosening his belt as he entered the bedroom. He froze as he unzipped his pants.
    No fucking way.
    He blinked, sure he was seeing things. Positive he was dreaming.
    Julia had stripped from her dress, tossed the pearls on the nightstand, and wore only her shoes.
    But that wasn’t what floored him.
    It was what she held in her hand. Like she was luring him into her home with his greatest fantasy—a filthy fucking fairy tale.
    “This is your other gift,” she said, dangling the present from her fingers.
    Lust spiraled like a tornado. It was hard to imagine one simple thing could do this to him. But the physical didn’t lie. The reaction in his body was instant and electric. He was lit up with possibility all from one thing . . .
    Lube.
    “There are many kinds of lube,” Julia began in a purr. “There’s the kind that my riff on a Sazerac provides, that loosens up one’s body and mind.” She shifted her shoulders sexily back and forth. “And there’s the practical kind that you’ll need for tonight. To make entry.”
    He scrubbed a hand over his jaw, nearly speechless. Even as lust owned his body, he crossed the distance to her, parked his hands on her shoulders, and stared into her eyes.
    “You don’t have to,” he said, because he wanted to make sure this was for both of them.
    Her lips curved up in a naughty grin as she reached for the zipper on his pants,