Lauren Blakely - Night After Night

I would do everything I could to break you.

from: cnichols@gmail.com

to: purplesnowglobe@gmail.com

date: April 21, 4:14 PM

subject: I know, believe me, I know

I bet you would. I have excellent control.

from: purplesnowglobe@gmail.com

to: cnichols@gmail.com

date: April 21, 7:17 PM

subject: Shifting gears…

That’s why you’re such a good lawyer. By the way, I hear you’re Chris’ attorney now. Thank you for taking care of him.

from: cnichols@gmail.com

to: purplesnowglobe@gmail.com

date: April 21, 7:43 PM

subject: From blow jobs to business…

Thank you for the introduction. I’m gonna make him an even richer mofo.

from: purplesnowglobe@gmail.com

to: cnichols@gmail.com

date: April 21, 11:23 PM

subject: Cocky, and I like it

I bet you are. I wish I had a reason to be in entertainment and have you be my lawyer.

from: cnichols@gmail.com

to: purplesnowglobe@gmail.com

date: April 22, 5:55 AM

subject: If I were

I’d fight for you, Julia. I’d get you everything you wanted. I’d give you everything you wanted.

from: purplesnowglobe@gmail.com

to: cnichols@gmail.com

date: April 22, 10:09 AM

subject: You would…

What about you? What do you want?

from: cnichols@gmail.com

to: purplesnowglobe@gmail.com

date: April 22, 5:12 PM

subject: One word

You.

from: purplesnowglobe@gmail.com

to: cnichols@gmail.com

date: April 22, 8:29 PM

subject: Re: One Word

The same. I want the same.

from: purplesnowglobe@gmail.com

to: cnichols@gmail.com

date: April 23, 11:10 AM

subject: You ok?

Still there?

from: purplesnowglobe@gmail.com

to: cnichols@gmail.com

date: April 23, 3:53 PM

subject: Hi

Hey…you’ve been quiet…everything OK? Don’t make me call you :)

from: purplesnowglobe@gmail.com

to: cnichols@gmail.com

date: April 23, 9:01 PM

subject: Should I be worried?

Was it something I said?

from: cnichols@gmail.com

to: purplesnowglobe@gmail.com

date: April 23, 9:40 PM

subject:It was something you said…

What are you wearing?

from: purplesnowglobe@gmail.com

to: cnichols@gmail.com

date: April 23, 9:52 PM

subject: Not working tonight so the answer is…

Shirt. Stockings. Thong. Heels.

from: cnichols@gmail.com

to: purplesnowglobe@gmail.com

date: April 23, 10:04 PM

subject: Hard…

Truth?

from: purplesnowglobe@gmail.com

to: cnichols@gmail.com

date: April 23, 10:15 PM

subject: Full truth.

I swear.

from: cnichols@gmail.com

to: purplesnowglobe@gmail.com

date: April 23, 10:22 PM

subject: Better be

Are you sure?

from: purplesnowglobe@gmail.com

to: cnichols@gmail.com

date: April 23, 10:30 PM

subject: 100%

Yes.

from: cnichols@gmail.com

to: purplesnowglobe@gmail.com

date: April 23, 10:37 PM

subject: This is not a request

Take off the underwear.

from: purplesnowglobe@gmail.com

to: cnichols@gmail.com

date: April 23, 10:40 PM

subject: Your wish is my command

Done.

Julia startled when she heard a loud knock on her door. What the hell? It was eleven o’clock at night. Cold dread rushed through her veins. There could only be one person banging hard at this hour. Charlie, or his men. She took off her heels, padded quietly to the door, and peered through the keyhole.

Her body reacted instantly. Viscerally. Her skin heated up, and she swore she was seeing things. To be sure, she slid the chain, unlocked the latch, and drank in the oh-so-welcome sight of Clay standing in the doorway, unknotting his tie, then loosening the top button on his shirt.

She wanted to throw her arms around him. Kiss him hard. Tell him how damn happy she was to see him. She parted her lips to speak. But he was too fast. His hands were on her face, cupping her cheeks, his hot gaze raking over her body from head to toe. “You don’t have heels on.”

“I took them off when I came to the door.”

“Put them on.”

She slipped out of his grip, bent down and slid her feet into her four-inch red pumps. She grew taller as she stood and came face to face with the man she couldn’t forget about. His whole body was ready to pounce, his muscles hard, the vein in his neck throbbing. His stare was dark and intense, and he radiated sexuality. His eyes roamed her body, prowling over her, turning her molten. His hands were clenched at his sides. He took a step closer and cupped her cheeks once more. Her knees nearly buckled; she and Clay were combustible. She wanted him so much, every solitary cell in her body cried out for him. Her skin was ignited, her heart beat in overtime. She watched him swallow, then brush a thumb over her lips. She panted from that single small touch, and nibbled on his thumb.

His eyes rolled back in his head as she bit gently into him. She thrilled at his reaction, at the way he breathed out hard.

When he opened his eyes, he stared at her momentarily, then crushed her lips in a consuming kiss, one that told her he wanted to devour her. That he was hellbent on it. When he broke the kiss, she went first, whispering her desperate need. “ Take me ,” she said.

“Turn around.”

She bent over her kitchen table, her chest on the metal, her ass in the air where she knew he wanted it. Offering herself to him to be claimed. She peered back, watching as he finished unknotting his tie and yanked it off, then unbuttoned his shirt.

Her chest rose and fell as she watched him, heat pooling between her legs with every move he made. He left his shirt open, and she marveled at his chest, at the hard planes and ridges. Her hand had a mind of its own, and she twisted her arm around to try to touch him. He swatted her hand away, and pushed her tight black shirt up her back, exposing more of her skin, then he ran his hands up and down her spine. He dipped his hand between her legs, sliding a finger across her swollen lips.

“Oh,” she cried out, her eyes falling closed, and her mouth forming a perfect O.

“Have you been touching yourself?” he asked, sounding like a lawyer in a courtroom. She was a willing witness, eager to be cross-examined.

“No,” she said and he rubbed his fingers over her once more, drawing out a needy moan. She rocked her ass back against him. He raised his hand, and her breath caught, knowing what was coming. Her eyes widened as he brought his hand to her cheek, a sharp sting radiating across her rear.

He bent down to brush his soft lips against her flesh, and she whimpered as he soothed out the sting with his tongue. He slipped his hand between her legs again, sending sparks of heat throughout her body. “You haven’t touched yourself once since I saw you?”

She shook her head. “No, I swear. I knew I’d only think of you if I did and it would make me crazy not to have you.” He thrust a finger inside her, and she saw stars as he flicked her clit with his thumb. “So you saved it all for me?”

“Yes,” she panted.

“Good. Because I’m going to take it all. I want it all.”

He took his hand away, raising it again and she quivered, knowing he was going to smack her once more. She craved the sharp sweet mix of pleasure and pain, and this time the smack was followed by his fingers gliding between her legs, as he rubbed her where she wanted him most.

“I’ve haven’t touched myself either, Julia,” he said as he began unzipping his pants. “You know what that means?”

“What does that mean?” she said as he pushed his briefs down, freeing his enormous erection. Her lips parted at the sight of his cock – thick, hard and throbbing. She wanted him so badly. Wanted all of him. He gripped his cock, stroking himself up and down. She watched, mesmerized, as a low moan escaped her.