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  ONE MORE NIGHT

  Lauren Blakely

  Book # 3 in the New York Times

  Bestselling Seductive Nights Series

  Copyright © 2014 by Lauren Blakely

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  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  Also by Lauren Blakely

  About

  Author’s Note to her Amazing Readers

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Recipe for the Purple Snow Globe

  Coming Soon

  Preview of This Wicked Rush

  Acknowledgements

  Contact

  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

  Playing With Her Heart

  Stars In Their Eyes (releases August 2014)

  Far Too Tempting

  A standalone romance about a rock star and critic, this book also ties into Stars in Their Eyes.

  The No Regrets Series

  (These books should be read in order)

  The Thrill of It

  The Start of Us

  Every Second With You

  The Seductive Nights Series

  (The first four books follow Julia and Clay and should be read in order)

  First Night

  Night After Night

  After This Night

  One More Night

  Nights With Him (Fall 2014 - a standalone novel about Michelle Milo and her lover Jack Sullivan)

  Untitled #6 (Brent’s book, January 2015)

  The Fighting Fire Series

  Burn For Me

  Stay tuned for more sexy firefighters, including Melt for Him, Megan and Becker’s story, coming soon!

  ABOUT

  One More Night

  Book #3 in the New York Times

  Bestselling Seductive Nights Series

  Your presence is requested for another installment in the tale of Julia and Clay, two red-hot lovers. Come inside their world of passion and suspense once more for a deliciously erotic and heart-poundingly dangerous story of pearls, handcuffs, thieves, mobsters, poker and pleasure in the city of sin…

  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 the fiery lovers run into a slew of new 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 poker.

  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?

  Read on in ONE MORE NIGHT, a novel in the New York Times Bestselling Seductive Nights series packed with more sex, more dirty talk and more danger. And per your request, the recipe for Julia’s award-winning cocktail, the Purple Snow Globe, has finally been revealed in this ebook!

  DEAR READERS

  This book exists because of you.

  When I finished writing AFTER THIS NIGHT I thought their story was done. Mostly. As you know, Julia and Clay have a happy ending in that novel, but the possibilities for what’s next in their future are left open. Within hours of that book releasing, I started receiving requests from readers for more. So very many of you emailed me, messaged me, posted on my wall and mentioned in reviews that you wanted more Julia and Clay, and that you wanted to know what happened when they went to Vegas. So here you go! But get ready. This isn’t just a mushy love-fest. It’s not all hot sex and declarations of love, though of course there is plenty of action between the sheets. But Clay and Julia exist on these pages because of the trouble they attract in their lives. Because of conflicts. Because of challenges. They have a new story to tell because they face more danger in their lives. So kick back, grab a Purple Snow Globe, and get ready for a bumpy, naughty, dirty, thrilling ride.

  DEDICATION

  The book is dedicated to Cynthia and Malinda for that night in New Orleans when they helped me find the right next story for Clay and Julia; to Jen, who guided me around certain bends in the road during the writing, especially those involving handcuffs, music and locations, and to my fabulous husband Jeff, who shows me the way out of every plot corner I very nearly paint myself into.

  CHAPTER ONE

  Thursday, 9:03 a.m., New York

  from: [email protected]

  to: [email protected]

  date: August 14, 9:03 AM

  subject: You, naked and sound asleep in bed this morning . . .

  You have no idea how hard it was for me not to wake you up before I left for work and do bad things to you.

  from: [email protected]

  to: [email protected]

  date: August 14, 11:18 AM

  subject: Just waking up now . . .

  I’m a little confused. Did you just s
ay you declined to do bad things to me? I can’t think of a single reason why you would do that.

  from: [email protected]

  to: [email protected]

  date: August 14, 11:22 AM

  subject: Get your rest while you can . . .

  Every now and then I’m a gentleman in the bedroom, and you needed your sleep. Especially with the things I plan to do to you this weekend. I won’t be a gentleman then.

  from: [email protected]

  to: [email protected]

  date: August 14, 11:43 AM

  subject: Then I won’t be a lady . . .

  Not just bad things, I hope. But very bad things? We are going to the city of sin, after all. I expect no stone unturned in your sinful pursuits.

  from: [email protected]

  to: [email protected]

  date: August 14, 11:55 AM

  subject: All stones overturned and then some . . .

  I have so many sinful things planned for you that I’d be stopped at the border. That is, if Vegas had a border.

  from: [email protected]

  to: [email protected]

  date: August 14, 12:07 PM

  subject: Frisk me, please

  Are you going to tell me anything about this weekend? Will I, for instance, be handcuffed?

  from: [email protected]

  to: [email protected]

  date: August 14, 12:16 PM

  subject: You look good with your wrists bound.

  You won’t get a word out of me on that front. All I have to say is this: Just. You. Wait.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Friday, 8:36 a.m., New York

  Her hair a wild tumble and her eyes still hazy from what Clay had done to her, Julia sat up in the leather seat of the town car and glanced out the tinted window, catching a glimpse of the houses rolling by. Some red brick, a few yellow clapboard, all with freshly-mown lawns and crisp hedges. Pulling her gaze away from the glass, she tugged her skirt back down to her knees, then flashed a woozy thank-you-for-the-fantastic-O smile at her man.

  He winked as he adjusted his tie—his lucky purple tie. Earlier this morning, he’d been wearing a sun-yellow silk tie that she’d bought for him at Barney’s a few weeks ago for no reason except that she knew it would look good on him. Indeed, the tie accentuated his power attorney style perfectly when he wore it to an important meeting the next day, and it had looked particularly fetching on her later that night when he’d twined it around her wrists then lifted her onto the kitchen counter and had her as an appetizer before they both enjoyed dinner.

  But even though she had fond memories of the yellow tie, she’d insisted he wear the purple one today. It was a trip to Vegas after all, and they’d be gambling for fun, so they needed Lady Luck on their side. Whatever good fortune this tie had brought him, she wanted it traveling all the way to the city she hadn’t visited in a long while. The place she’d despised on principle for the last few years, but was ready to fall in love with again on this trip.

  “Now, that’s a way to start a vacation,” she said, snuggling next to her handsome man who’d just pleasured her. That was one of his favorite things to do, and he’d brought her many Os in many town cars over the last few months, starting with that first weekend she’d visited him in New York.

  He’d treated her quite well in moving vehicles. Come to think of it, he’d treated her well every-fucking-where and back.

  “There’s more where that came from,” he said, as he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her in close.

  “I never expect anything less than a regular supply of your talented mouth,” she said, running her palm along his square jawline, locking her gaze with his deep brown eyes that knew her so well. She threaded her fingers through his thick hair, simply because she could, simply because it was damn near impossible to keep her hands off him. She moved in for a kiss, but something in her peripheral vision nagged at her. Those houses beyond the window.

  Houses? That’s when it hit her. There were no houses on the way to the airport. There were no manicured lawns and pretty porches on the path they usually took. It was highway all the way, but she’d been too preoccupied moaning, writhing and rocking her hips against his face the last several minutes to notice.

  She dropped her hand from his hair and narrowed her eyes. “This isn’t the route to Newark,” she said, her voice a bit panicked.

  He tilted his head and scratched his jaw. “Hmmm. It’s not?”

  She tapped the window. “Look, Clay,” she said. “This isn’t the way we usually go. I think your driver is going the wrong way. We need to let him know.”

  “You better tell him then.”

  She hit the button for the partition. The glass that separated their sprawling leather pleasure den from the driver lowered with a soft swishing sound.

  “Hey there,” she said in a chipper tone.

  “Yes, ma’am. What can I do for you?”

  “I think we might have taken a wrong turn. I’m not sure this is the way to Newark, and we have to catch our plane in an hour.”

  “We’ll make the flight no problem, ma’am.”

  “Oh. So you’re going to turn around now?” she asked, leaning closer to the front. The corner of the driver’s lips twitched, as if he were suppressing the start of an errant smirk.

  “There’s a back route I know to the airport, ma’am. It cuts through this town. We’ll be there soon,” he said, his hands on the wheel, his eyes on the road, the little sliver of a smile threatening his lips.

  “If you say so,” she said, playfully. “How long till we reach the airport?”

  “About five minutes.”

  “Thank you so much. And by the way, thanks for making this such a smooth ride,” she said, then tossed a naughty look at Clay, who knew exactly why she’d been barely aware of her surroundings when he’d buried his face between her legs a few minutes ago, then sent her soaring and screaming. She returned to her seat, and whispered to Clay, “That’s odd, don’t you think? I’ve never heard of a secret back route to Newark. You’d think everyone would know about it. Or that it’s the sort of intel that would get shared among friends. Do you think we’ll catch that United flight? The next one was booked, and I have that meeting with Farrell Spirits at two, Vegas time.”

  He reached for her hand, threading his fingers through hers, squeezing tight. “There’s not a chance in hell we aren’t making it to Vegas on time. I promise you that. You will make your meeting, and we might even be early. When I checked the flights this morning, the weather was smooth sailing all through the friendly skies.”

  She arched an eyebrow, not quite sure where his cocky confidence about air travel was coming from, but then not caring when she realized there was a small window of opportunity to perform her favorite job. Stabbing the partition button once more, she sealed them off from the driver, and wedged herself next to her sexy man, dropping her hand on his crotch, delighted to discover he was still completely aroused.

  “You are still hard from what you did to me,” she said in a purr.

  “Gorgeous, I’m hard nearly all the time being around you.”

  “Then I need to do something about it, because we have five minutes and this driver gives one hell of a smooth ride.”

  “Then let’s get those lips of yours wrapped around me and see what kind of ride you can give me,” he said, the gravel of his voice sending a flurry of tingles down her spine.

  “You know I love a challenge, Clay. And I’m going to give it to you good right now.”

  “You always do. But I’m not easy. I don’t know if you can pull this off in five minutes,” he said, deliberately taunting her.

  She wagged a finger at him, then unzipped his dark blue jeans in one quick move, tugging his briefs down too. “I know exactly how to lick, suck and touch your cock for a two-minute, a five-minute and a ten-minute blow job,” she said, then dropped her mouth onto his erection, taking him all the way in in one smoot
h, quick move.

  He groaned instantly. “Maybe,” he said, as if he didn’t believe her. “But which one is this going to be?”

  She licked him back up to his head, then rubbed him against her lips, because she knew that drove him wild. Seeing his cock being caressed and loved by her mouth was his undoing. His eyes darkened, and he shut them briefly, his head falling back against the leather seat as he speared her hair with his strong fingers. “Get those lips back where they belong. All the way around me.”

  “It’s going to be the two-minute treatment then,” she said, blowing a stream of air against him, and he opened his eyes to hitch in a breath. “Say you want it fast. Admit I can make you come in two minutes,” she said, rubbing his throbbing erection across her lips once more to show him she knew the path to his pleasure.

  “Do it,” he growled.

  That was all she needed to reacquaint his cock with the back of her throat, wrapping her lips tight around the base, and sucking hard. She cupped his balls, rolling them against her fingers, and that drew out a long, deep groan. She smiled to herself at his reactions, loving that she could do this to him. She continued on her quest, sucking hard, licking teasingly, and delighting in every second of it as his groans grew louder and his fingers gripped her tighter. She finished him off quickly, savoring the taste of him in her mouth and the sound of his grunts in her ears.

  When she returned to her seat as he zipped his jeans, she nearly shot out of the moonroof as the signs for Teterboro Airport loomed closer.

  “This is definitely not Newark,” she said, her voice practically a shout. “Where are you taking me?”

  “Welcome to the executive airport, gorgeous. We’ll be flying in a private jet to Vegas.”

  CHAPTER THREE

  Friday, 8:58 a.m., New York

  “Ladies first,” Clay said, gesturing to the steps that unfolded from the gleaming silver Cessna that looked like a bullet. She squeezed his arm, then walked up the steps. No, that was wrong, he corrected himself. She strutted, wiggling her sexy ass for him, happily heading into the jet.