One Sweet Night
One Sweet Night
By
Marilyn Lee
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One Sweet Night
By
Marilyn Lee
Chapter One
“Are you sleeping any better?”
Jule Grey shook her head in response to her best friend’s question. “No.”
“What’s going on?” Tia Bally asked. “Still nursing a little thing for Karl?”
“Of course not!” Aware that she’d raised her voice, Jule continued speaking in her normal tone. “This has nothing to do with Karl.”
Tia arched a brow and looked unconvinced. “Hmmm.”
“I’m not staying awake at night thinking about him. I’m falling asleep all right…”
Tia tilted her head. “But what?”
She sighed. With anyone else, Jule would have been too embarrassed to make her next admission. “I keep waking up in the middle of the night so aroused I’m beginning to feel like a gigantic, hungry vagina.”
Tia squeezed her hand. “I know the divorce was rough on you, but it’s time for you to think about moving on. Are you ready to hear me out?”
“That depends. Are you going to suggest a blind date? That’s how I met Karl and look how well that ended.”
“Come on, Jule. I’m not trying to set you up for a lifetime commitment.”
“Then what?”
She shrugged. “Get with the program. Who says you have to be in a committed relationship to get a little physical satisfaction? And from what you’re telling me, that’s exactly what you need. You’re a very attractive woman. It’s time you remembered that and started acting like it again. Denying your obvious need for sexual release is only making you miserable.”
Jule ran a hand over her dark hair. “Okay. I admit it. You’re right.”
Tia grinned. “Now you’re talking.”
“What do you have in mind?”
“What you need is a man.”
Jule arched a brow. “Tell me something I don’t already know, Einstein.”
Tia laughed. “Keep your blouse buttoned, girl, because I have the solution to your problem.”
“Yeah? Are you hiding a man in that oversized shoulder bag you’re carrying?”
“Actually, I am.”
“Really?”
Tia laughed. “He’s not actually in my bag, but I know just the man to help you take off some of the edge until you meet someone you’re interested in dating and getting serious with. Until then you need a man wielding a wicked cock he knows how to use.”
A flutter of desire tightened the muscles of Jule’s belly. After the breakup of her ten-year marriage a year earlier, she’d been feeling old and sexually unattractive. Just the thought of sex left her aching with unfulfilled desire.
Although Tia insisted she and Jule were in their sexual prime at forty, all three of the men who had asked Jule out during the previous five months had been on the wrong side of fifty. “Are you planning to rent out that handsome hubby of yours?” She teased.
Tia’s dark eyes flashed. “Not in a million and one years.”
Jule feigned disappointment. “Damn. I didn’t think so. So how do you have such intimate knowledge of a man other than hubby Martin?”
Tia frowned. “Well, I don’t have actual firsthand knowledge of this man’s sexual prowess, but if looks are any indicator, he won’t disappoint.”
Jule pushed her laptop to the side of her desk. How could she keep her mind on tax preparation when she was so hungry for sexual intimacy that Tia’s talk of wicked cocks aroused her to the point she was hard pressed not to squirm in her chair?
“But I’m delighted you’re finally ready to admit that you need a night with a sexually insatiable stud. I happen to know one who’d love to spend a night sexing you up.”
Jule moistened her lips. Enjoying a night of satisfying sex again would be sheer bliss. “What’s the catch? He’s closer to sixty than fifty?”
“Oh, ye of little faith. When have I ever let you down?”
“You haven’t,” she admitted.
“Then what’s your problem?”
“It’s just that such men aren’t falling out of trees.”
“I do happen to know a few hot sixty-year-old studs, but they’re not available.”
“For which I’m thankful.”
Tia laughed and rose. “Leave everything to me.” At the office door she turned to smile at Jule. “Finish your last accounts, go home, take a nice bubble bath, put on something sexy and scandalous and wait for my present to arrive.”
“Promise me a visit from that handsome young stud of a brother of yours and you’ve reeled me in.”
Although Tia was only two years younger than Jule, she had a twenty-six year old, hard-bodied brother who was so hot he regularly had to fend off the advances of women of all ages. Jule had last seen Ti five weeks earlier when he’d briefly stopped at Tia’s house to drop off a birthday present for Tia’s husband. He’d been on his way to the airport so had only stayed a few minutes.
Jule watched a pleased smile spread across Tia’s face. “I never knew you had a thing for young hunks.”
Jule blushed. “I don’t usually go for younger men, but that brother of yours could melt an iceberg and turn the resulting water into a hot spring.”
Tia arched a brow. “Wow. You are horny. Ti is a cutie, but he's taken.”
“Of course he is. Who’s the lucky woman?”
“Someone he met on his last business trip.”
“Just my luck.”
She waved a hand in dismissal. “Not to worry. The man I have in mind is a friend of his with a fantasy only you can fulfill.”
Jule tilted her head. “I’m intrigued. What’s his fantasy?”
Tia grinned. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Yes I would. Does he have a thing for older women?”
“Just be ready tonight at eight and you'll see.”
“Look, I know you love surprising people, Tia, but I really need to know something about this man before I agree to put myself at his mercy.”
“We’re talking one night, Jule, not a lifetime commitment.”
She shrugged. “I know, but I still want to know something about him. I’m not exactly in the market to become
bimbo or cougar of the week or the night.”
“Can that talk of cougars. Until you meet someone you’d like to get into a serious relationship with, you need to take care of yourself. That includes taking care of all your needs, including your physical ones.”
She sighed. Although she was reluctant to admit it, she missed the wonderful sexual relationship she and Karl had shared for the first six years of their marriage. One sweet night of sex might be just what the doctor ordered. “Tell me something about this guy.”
Tia grinned. “Now you’re talking.”
“Just give me a hint about my hunk for the night. What’s he like?”
Tia shook her head. “I want him to be a surprise, but trust me. You will not be disappointed.”
“Just tell me a little something about him.”
“Okay. He’ll be able to fulfill one of your long-held fantasies.”
Jule sat forward, her heart racing. “You’ve already told me that. Now tell me which one.”
“He’s tall. I can’t speak to how well hung he may or may not be, but he’s a handsome, young devil. He’s fully committed to making tonight a very sweet night for you.” Tia glanced at her watch. “I need to go and make the final arrangements for you and then I’ll see if I can get Martin to come home early for some afternoon loving. Be ready girl.”
“Oh, I’ll be ready.”
Tia waved and left her office.
Jule sat back in her chair. After twelve years of marriage and three kids, Tia and Martin were still in love and in lust with each other. Jule couldn’t imagine Martin ever leaving Tia as Karl had left her. She sighed, trying not to think of how the dissolution of her marriage had hurt. Get a grip, Jule. You can’t continue to allow the fear of facing endless years alone depress you. You need to concentrate on the present, which includes tonight. Dismissing thoughts of Karl, she completed her last account before heading home.
After a light snack, she undressed, ran a bath, and slipped into the warm scented water. Closing her eyes, she placed her hands on her breasts and imagined another pair of hands there—male hands…big, warm and caressing. She longed to feel eager fingers trailing a delicious path down her breasts, over her belly to the triangular patch between her thighs.
Jule resisted the urge to pleasure herself. Within hours, instead of her own fingers or one of her many sex toys, she hoped to experience the bliss of a hard, slick cock filling her aching passage.
The thought sent a shiver of longing through her as she climbed out of the bath. With a towel wrapped around her damp body, she returned to the bedroom to decide what to wear. She discarded several options before she stroked a hand over a new cream colored dress with red lace along a plunging bodice that showcased her breasts. Tia had talked her into buying it.
Jule removed the towel and held the dress against her naked body. It looked good against her cinnamon colored skin. A frown marred her face. Her sole goal for the night was getting laid, not laying a foundation for a possible relationship. She might as well dress accordingly. Although the dress whispered fuck-me, she decided to wear something that would shout the invitation.
Placing the dress back on its hanger, she moved to the rear of the walk-in closet to retrieve another sexy item Tia had talked her into buying. A smile curved her lips as she held the sexy red teddy against her body. With her long, shoulder-length dark brown hair in a tangle and dark mauve lipstick she’d look like a woman ready to enjoy a night of hot, meaningless sex with a stranger—which was just what she was about to do.
Jule laid the teddy on the bed and applied her favorite, fragrant body lotion before slipping on the teddy. Standing in front of the mirror, she studied her reflection. Her hips and butt were shapely, but not overly padded. With a low-sugar diet and regular exercise, she had managed to keep her stomach from bulging too much.
Her legs were long and she'd often been called pretty. The teddy showcased her large breasts while leaving her pussy bare. “Not bad for an older broad,” she told her reflection.
She pulled on a sheer black negligee over the teddy, slipped her feet into a pair of three-inch spike heels and went to sit in her living room to await Tia's surprise. Struggling to overcome last minute jitters, she lifted the stereo remote. Hopefully, the soft soothing jazz filling the room would get her in the wanton mood she’d need to be in to surrender herself to a stranger during her first one-night stand in years.
Her stomach muscles churned. She was nervous, but so looking forward to falling asleep sexually satisfied for the first times in years.
Her doorbell rang promptly at eight. She sucked in a deep breath before she rose and walked slowly down the hall to the front door, her heart hammering.
“Yes?”
“Delivery.”
Chapter Two
“Delivery?”
Delivery? Frowning, she peeked through the spy hole. A tall male with a baseball cap pulled over his head stood outside her condo door. Where the hell was her hunk for the night?
The bell rang again. “Delivery,” the deep voice repeated.
Something had obviously gone wrong. Had the hunk in question changed his mind about spending the night with her? Had Tia then decided to send take-out as a sort of consolation? She was in no mood to be consoled by anything less than a climax induced by a hard shaft.
“I didn't order anything.” She knew she sounded ungracious and irritable, but she didn't care. She’d worked herself up to have sex with a stranger and Tia sent her take-out?
“Are you sure? This is a delivery for Ms. Jule Grey from a Mrs. Tia Bally, ma'am. Are you Ms. Grey?”
Jule compressed her lips. Tia's ass was going to be hers after this stunt. Her disappointment turned to anger. She unlocked and unbolted the door, intending to pull it open, snatch the bag from the delivery boy's hand, and slam the door in his face. It wasn't cool to be so rude or not to tip but she was pissed off big time.
Before she could carry out her plan, the doorknob was pulled from her hand. The delivery boy quickly slipped inside, closing the door behind him.
He had some nerve she thought as she tried to yank the revealing negligee down to cover her pubic hair. But it was as sheer as the teddy it covered. Her pussy and breasts were on full and shameless display, just as she'd intended. How was she supposed to know Tia would pick a time like this to play what she viewed as a cruel joke?
They stood staring at each other in silence.
“Jule Grey?”
Nodding curtly, she lifted her chin.
He pushed the ball cap he wore to the back of his head.
Giving him a long look, she noted he appeared to be in his late twenties. He was tall and buffed with short dark hair and green eyes. He had a Michael Douglas dimple in his chin. The short-sleeved shirt he wore revealed a pair of nicely developed biceps. A diamond stud adorned his right ear. She could easily imagine him wearing leather and riding a motorcycle with some lucky slender blonde curved against his back. The words bad boy seared onto his forehead wouldn’t have looked out of place.
Her gaze shifted to his groin. The tight biker shorts he wore did very little to hide the sizable bulge between his long, tanned legs.
Forcing her gaze away from his crotch, she looked at his mouth. Her cheeks burned and a rush of moisture filled her. Thoughts of sucking his full, bottom lip made her wet. Get a grip, Jule. “How much do I owe you?”
He lifted the plastic bag in his right hand. “For this?”
“Yes.” She sniffed the air, trying to get a whiff of the meal Tia had ordered. “What is it exactly? Will I need to heat it up?”
He shook his head. “No.” A slight smile curled the corners of his lips. “Believe me, it’s already warm.”
She sniffed again. “So how much do I owe you or did Tia pay?” It was the least she could do.
He shook his head. “She said you’d take care of payment.”
Oh was Tia going to get it. “Fine. Tell me how much I owe you and I’ll get my purse.”
/> He lifted the bag again. “For this?”
“Yes. For that.”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?”
He turned the plastic bag upside down. Nothing fell out.
“It’s empty,” she accused.
He shrugged. “You don’t owe anything for this empty bag.”
“Then why are you still here?”
“I didn’t say there was no charge at all. There’s one for making the trip here.”
“You’re going to charge me for delivering an empty bag?”
He grinned, revealing a pair of even white teeth. “Shocking, isn’t it?”
Outrageous was more like it, but she just wanted this fiasco to end. “Fine. What’s the charge?”
His smile vanished. He answered in a warm, deep voice. “A few hours in your arms.”
In college, she and Tia had wondered what it would be like to have an affair with a lover of another race. “A few hours in my…you’re Tia’s surprise?”
He nodded. “Yes.”
She caught her breath, seized by a moment’s panic as she stood staring at the handsome, aroused stranger. He was big and sexy, but sleeping with him was a step she was a little afraid to take. Did she want this young hunk who looked as if he didn’t have an ounce of fat anywhere on his body to see her less than flat stomach?
Once they were naked, he would quickly realize her forty-year-old body couldn’t possibly compete with the supermodel type women he must be used to bedding. “I know I agreed to see you tonight, but—”
“But?”
“But it was a mistake.”
“Why?”
She blinked, surprised by the question. “Why?”
“Yes. Why?”
“Isn’t it obvious why?”
He allowed his dark green gaze to move slowly over her before he met her eyes. “Not to me.”
“Well,…I…”
“Do you find me physically unattractive?”
“Do I…Of course not, but—”
“As you can see, I came prepared to spend a few hours with you.” He leaned against the closed door, making no effort to conceal his state of arousal. “Why would I leave before getting what I came for?”