One Night With Her

ONE NIGHT WITH HER

Book #3.5 in the Seductive Nights series
A prequel novella to Nights With Him

Lauren Blakely

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Also By Lauren Blakely

About One Night With Her

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Contact

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

Far Too Tempting
(A spin-off, this book also
ties into
Stars in Their Eyes
, since the hero is the brother
of the
Stars in Their Eyes
hero)

Wrapped Up in Love

(A Caught Up in Love new adult spin-off series)

A Starstruck Kiss
(A short prequel to
introduce readers to the series and the start of William and Jess’s
love story)

Stars in Their Eyes
(A full-length novel
about William and Jess)

21 Kisses
(A full-length new adult novel
about Anaka’s cousin, Kennedy, releases February 2015)

Stealing Her Love
(A full-length novel
starring Anaka and her love interest Jason, releases in summer
2015)

Untitled Novella
(December 2015, a new adult
novella starring
21 Kisses
characters)

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
(November 2014 - a standalone
novel about Michelle Milo and her lover Jack Sullivan)

Sweet, Sinful Nights
(Brent’s book, March
2015)

The Fighting Fire Series

Burn For Me
(Smith and Jamie)

Melt for Him
(Megan and Becker)

First names only for one night of pleasure...

He’s only at the hotel to close a business deal.
Then he sees her, and his agenda for the evening shifts—woo her,
win her, and make sure she never forgets who gave her the most
exquisite pleasure she’s ever had. Jack Sullivan, sex toy mogul, a
billionaire, and one of New York City’s most eligible bachelors is
captivated by the brilliant and beautiful Michelle Milo.

From her witty mouth to her sinful body, she’s his
perfect fantasy. But there’s more at play than the undeniable
chemistry; they both might be exactly what the other needs.

As soon as he has her between the sheets, he knows
one night with her will never be enough.

The trouble is, he’s about to run into her
tomorrow…in the last place he expects.

First Impressions

Pleasure, beyond her wildest fantasies.

“That’s a helluva promise to make. Because
some people have pretty wild fantasies,” Jack said as he rattled
off the tagline attached to the tall purple device that boasted
twelve different settings designed to serve up “exquisite
stimulation.”

“That’s exactly why we’re making that
promise,” Casey replied as she hopped up on the edge of his desk
and crossed her legs, absently kicking a high-heeled foot back and
forth like a pendulum. “Because this bad boy can de-li-ver.
Stories, I can tell you,” she said, and Jack quickly held up a hand
as a stop sign.

“I’ll have to trust you on that.”

She rolled her stormy blue eyes, the same
shade as his. “Don’t go all squeamish on me.”

“Has nothing to do with squeamishness,” he
said, shaking his head. “You can just keep this on the list of
things I never want to hear—stories about my little sister and our
newest product.”

“You don’t have to trust me when it comes to
The Mona,” she said, grasping the toy and cradling the newest
vibrator in her hand, stroking it lovingly. “Trust our product
testing group, otherwise known as The Happiest Ladies in the
World.”

“Do they walk around all blissed out, mouths
open, eyes glazed?” Jack teased, hanging his jaw open in
demonstration. Not mockingly, of course. He was a big fan of that
deliciously sated look a woman wore after an orgasm. Usually
multiple
O
s. At least, as far as he was concerned.

Casey snapped her fingers. “Allow me to
quote some feedback from one of our testers. ‘
The Mona is like a
direct line to a pleasure palace I didn’t even know existed inside
of me
.’ Now that I think about it, we should rename this one
The Wizard, because this is the closest anyone will ever come to
real magic here.” She stopped, took a beat. “Get it? Come?”

He nodded, a small smile tugging at his
lips. “I do get it. Wasn’t a hard one to wrap my head around,” he
said, tapping his temple.

“See? You’ve got the hang of the puns too.
Hard one,” she repeated.

“Been running this business with you for
five years now, Casey. I’m well acquainted with your style. And
with the magic we’re peddling.”

“Abracadabra,” she said, miming waving a
magic wand. “Joy delivered.”

That’s what the company they ran was
called—Joy Delivered—and Jack had a meeting in an hour with one of
the city’s top purveyors of pleasure products, Eden. The classy
shop on the Upper East Side, conveniently located above a private
BDSM club Eden also ran, had been actively promoting another
device, the Dancing Dolphin. That triple speed, nearly noiseless,
terrifically thrilling pocket vibrator had developed a cult
following among legions of erotic book club readers, who praised it
as the perfect companion while they read one-handed, often about
BDSM storylines, as it turned out. The dom-sub lifestyle wasn’t
Jack’s personal cup of tea, but he was glad for whatever floated
someone’s boat enough to open the bedside drawer and grab a
toy.

Yeah, business was good thanks to the
erotica craze that had swept not just the country, but also the
world, and had made it more acceptable to bring another party into
the bedroom, even if the third party required batteries.
Nothing
wrong with self-love or with calling in backup between the
sheets
, Jack reasoned.

“Are you going to take this with you to your
meeting tonight with Henry and Marquita?” Casey handed him The
Mona, but Jack quickly shook his head.

“They’ve already seen it. We’re just
finalizing the paperwork for the new shipment. We’re beyond the
giggle-at-the-dildo stage of conversation.”

“But it’s still nice to see the pleasure
tools. Especially since they’re going to that sexuality conference
at The Pierson, right?”

“Right. He said he’d be attending some
sessions in the afternoon. And yet, call me crazy,” he said,
stopping to scratch his chin, “I think I might prefer not to
display a nine-inch fake schlong on the table at The Pierson Hotel.
It’s a classy joint.”

“And all their guests are probably slipping
plastic purple friends under those twelve-hundred thread count
sheets at that classy joint. That’s why you hear so many
high-pitched screams at The Pierson,” Casey said, rising from the
desk, and slapping a palm on it to accentuate her punch line. With
her other hand, she tossed him the newest toy, her blond hair
swishing around her face from the throw. “Take it, Jack. Maybe he
wants to bring a present home to his wife.”

“Not one that’s been manhandled
already.”

“That’s what the toy cleaner is for,” she
said, reaching for a bottle of anti-bacterial cleaner from the edge
of his desk and tossing it next. He caught it easily, snatching it
out of the air.

“By the way, send Marquita my love. Tell her
and Henry I say hi.”

Casey sauntered out of his office and Jack
grinned,
tsk
ing her playfully under his breath. No way in
hell was he bringing this device along, and it had nothing to do
with being embarrassed, and everything to do with keeping it
simple. He wasn’t a bag man; he didn’t want to tote his laptop to a
meeting, along with a toy in the side pocket. A wallet, phone and
keys were all he needed, so he left the rest behind as he stood up,
pushed a hand roughly through his dark hair, and then jammed his
phone into the pocket of his pants. He grabbed the
cranberry-colored tie slung over the back of his chair and looped
it around his neck, tying a neat knot. Best to look sharp for the
team at Eden. New York was still very much a suit-and-tie town, and
so Jack wore the requisite uniform.

He was about to step out of his office when
Casey popped back in, the look in her eyes now intense and serious.
“Don’t forget your appointment tomorrow at two.”

He held out his hands wide, and grumbled, “I
know.”

She pointed at him and pursed her lips as
she leaned in the doorway. “It’s important.”

“Yes, Mommy.”

“Oh, ha, ha, ha. But you need it,” she said,
and she was right. Jack hadn’t been the same since he’d lost his
fiancée a year ago, and he needed to get his head screwed on right.
Correction
. His heart. He needed to get that annoying organ
fixed.

If it were even possible.

That was the question.

But tonight, his mind was on business, plain
and simple, so he headed off to The Pierson to finalize the
deal.

* * *

Michelle Milo had sex on the brain.

Dirty, sweaty, slick sex. Limo sex. Office
sex. Swanky-nightclub-bathroom sex.

Unfortunately, none of these were positive
images, because they had nothing to do with her sex life, but
instead her client’s philandering husband.

And she was dying to shout,
leave
him
.

She wanted to scream it, to slash it on the
wall in orange paint, to get down on her knees and beg. But Shayla
needed time to come to the realization on her own, even though it
seemed patently fucking obvious that she should not only leave that
cad of a husband, but kick him several times in the balls too.

“I just keep thinking about The Owl. It has
these low lights, almost kind of a blue light, and the bathroom is
all tiled in black, and I had such great memories about our time
there,” Shayla recounted, referring to a club in Los Angeles where
her husband had been caught having sex with his assistant last
month. “It was our place,” she said, wiping a tear that had already
streaked the mascara from her eyelashes, sending a black jagged
line down one porcelain cheek. “Well, back when I used to want to
have sex with him.”

Michelle reached for a tissue from the box
next to her, handed it to her twice-weekly client, and waited as
she dabbed away the evidence of her sadness. Shayla sunk lower in
the couch, framed behind her by abstract prints on the wall of the
Lexington Avenue offices where Michelle ran her psychology
practice. “What is it that bothers you most? Is it that he slept
with another woman? Or that he slept with her someplace where you
did in the past? Or is it something else?”