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

from time to time, and the things he dreamed of doing to her. But hell, this woman put on a wig, pretended to be a stranger, and let him screw her on the deck of a boat.
    “I want for nothing, Julia,” he said, tugging her close.
    She yanked up her skirt and unzipped his pants. “Then make love to me on our balcony.”
    “Don’t you know every time I touch you, whether it’s rough or tender, hard or fast, that I’m making love to you?”
    She ran a hand through his hair and nodded. “I know that. I’ve never doubted it.”
    Then he did just that, yanking her on him and thrusting up into her, taking her on the balcony of their home. They’d done it like this eight years ago, and they’d do it again next week, and the week after, and the one after that.
    After they came, she snuggled against him, and whispered, “I’m thirsty.”
    He laughed. “Good thing you’re a bartender. Grab that drink and down the hatch with it.”
    He reached for her glass on the corner table and handed it to her. She took a sip then thrust it to him. “Your turn. Try it. It has honey in it.”
    “Honey. I wonder where that idea came from?” he mused.
    “From my honey,” she said playfully.
    He knocked some back and tapped the glass. “That’s a damn fine drink. It’s close to what you want. You want an original cocktail.”
    Her eyes lit up like sparklers, and she snapped her fingers. “I think you might be onto something.”
    “That so?”
    “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I had an idea while we were fucking.”
    He laughed. “To fuck again?”
    “No. Something to add to the drink. For the cocktail.”
    “You were thinking of my cock-tale?”
    “I’m always thinking of your cock-tale, and yes, that got me going. I think I know what to make now.”
    He smacked her rear. “Then get inside, woman, and fix me a drink.”
    When he tasted what she’d whipped up, his eyes danced with excitement and his mouth was a happy place. “You are no one-trick pony. This is a helluva drink.”

    * * *
    T he next day at work , Clay rapped on the doorway of Tyler’s office. It was a courtesy. The door was wide open, and Tyler lifted his head, looking up from the mountain of papers on his desk.
    “What’s the story? You got it sorted?” Clay asked.
    Tyler nodded, a satisfied expression on his face. “Like a pro, man,” he said, then mimed dunking a basketball.
    Clay nodded. “Good work.”
    “You want to look it over?”
    He shook his head. “Nope.” He cleared his throat. “Listen. I want you to go after these deals. The risky ones. I trust you.”
    Tyler set down his pen and studied Clay’s expression, trying to read him. “You do?”
    “Of course. We’re in this together. You bring something to this firm that I don’t have.”
    “Insanity?”
    Clay laughed. “That, and your willingness to bungee jump. Just keep using a helmet, and be the ferocious, confident, meticulous bastard I know you can be.”
    Tyler beamed. “Thanks, man.”
    Clay turned on his heel, grabbed his suit jacket, and headed to a client meeting. That moment with Tyler was a small thing, but it was an important one, too. Sometimes you had to take chances. His wife was doing that in her career, embracing new opportunities, doing her damnedest to reinvent herself and not rest on her laurels. Clay had built a successful firm on the foundation of his guidelines and rules for running a business. Tyler might be a little wilder, a little less cautious, but that didn’t have to be bad. He might very well be what Clay needed to keep his firm ahead of the game.
    By trying something different.
    Like a new recipe.
    Tyler knew what he was doing, and that was why Clay had wanted to work with him. To stay nimble.
    Besides, tomorrow was his anniversary, and he was a happy man. His biggest worry had been what to get his wife for the occasion, and he’d figured it out. He was giving her exactly what she wanted. Something simple. Something basic. Because he knew