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  Table of Contents

  More Than One Night

  Copyright

  Dedication

  PRAISE FOR AUTHOR

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  About the Author

  Also Available

  Chapter One

  Thank You

  More Than One Night

  by

  Marie Tuhart

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

  More Than One Night

  COPYRIGHT © 2013 by Marie Tuhart

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press, Inc. except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

  Contact Information: [email protected]

  Cover Art by Angela Anderson

  The Wild Rose Press, Inc.

  PO Box 708

  Adams Basin, NY 14410-0708

  Visit us at www.thewilderroses.com

  Publishing History

  First Scarlet Rose Edition, June 2013

  Digital ISBN 978-1-61217-896-7

  Published in the United States of America

  Dedication

  To Nia and Isabel,

  the two best critique partners

  a writer can have.

  To Trish and Diana for everything you do.

  To Rhonda and RJ, thank you for making The Wild Rose Press a wonderful place for a writer.

  PRAISE FOR AUTHOR

  Marie Tuhart

  AND HER BOOKS

  “HIS FOR THE WEEKEND is a highly sensual, this is also a sweet take of love between two memorable, well-rounded characters. This novella has a fast pace and love scenes that are scorching hot. Readers will be enthralled with the characters’ emotional connection. Don’t miss this treat.”

  ~Romantic Times Book Review

  QUICK SILVER RANCH: ROPED & READY

  “QUICK SILVER RANCH: ROPED & READY scorches the pages as the pair experiments with toys, bondage, light BDSM, voyeurism and a ménage. This story has something for everyone and will thrill readers looking for depth in their erotica story.”

  ~Romantic Times Book Review

  QUICK SILVER RANCH: SADDLE UP

  “SADDLE UP is an engaging novel with strong character development and a unique setting. Nothing is off limits to this highly inventive and creative couple, Jared and Angie, as they push their sexual boundaries with BDSM play, various sex toys and a onetime ménage. SADDLE UP is a delightful addition to the Cowboy Kink line.”

  ~Blackraven’s Reviews

  Chapter One

  “Major hunk alert at eleven o’clock.”

  Beth Grant swiveled around in her chair at Raven’s Club to see who Carla was talking about and almost slid right out of her seat. Goose bumps shimmied up her body as her gaze wandered over him. Hunk wasn’t the word. Greek God was better. Midnight hair tossed by the San Francisco wind, nose slightly crooked, and full sensual lips. Her gaze continued down, a white dress shirt, sans tie, tucked into a pair of black slacks showing off his trim waist, down to a pair of expensive Italian loafers.

  At nine in the evening, he appeared as fresh as a spring day—and completely out of place at Raven’s Club.

  Raven’s was a casual place, South of Market street, where blue jeans and polo shirts were the norm for men. With the women it varied from dresses, to jeans and crop tops, to miniskirts. The club boasted a live DJ along with a minuscule dance floor. Most came to listen to the music, drink beer and mingle in the smoke free environment. But the noise level could sometimes reach deafening proportions.

  Her gaze followed the hunk as he sauntered to an empty table, admiring the grace and elegance he had in every step. He exuded power and confidence, and instinctively her thighs clenched because he was a man who could take a woman for one hell of a ride.

  One hell of a ride? What the hell am I thinking? Ogling men wasn’t her style. Besides, the last thing she needed right now was a man consuming her thoughts. Men were nothing but trouble and not a good kind of trouble either.

  Time to remember Beth’s Rules for Dating. One: No thinking about men. Two: No thinking about men. Three through ten: No thinking about men.

  Although this man did tempt her to do more than think, he tempted her to stare and touch.

  “I do believe the temperature in here went up,” said Karen.

  “If I wasn’t engaged, I’d love to get a piece of that man,” commented Carla.

  “Well, I’m not engaged or otherwise,” said Theresa.

  Mine. The word popped into Beth’s head, but thankfully she kept from saying it out loud. Her gaze stayed on the hunk. What was it about him? Other men were as handsome, but it was something more. Something raw, elemental, that called to the woman in her.

  A waitress sashayed up to his table, flirted with him while taking his order. But his features never changed, it was as if he didn’t notice her flirting. The waitress flounced away.

  Probably married with two kids at home. Beth couldn’t see his fingers to see if he was wearing a ring or not. But some men didn’t wear a ring.

  “Hey, Beth.” Karen waved her hand, with perfectly manicured nails, in front of her face.

  “Yeah.” She faced her friends who were all staring at her. “What?”

  The three women laughed.

  “Come on, Beth,” said Carla, Beth’s best friend and co-worker. “You were gazing at the man as if he were an ice cream cone in the middle of a heat wave.”

  Beth bit her lower lip, knowing her cheeks turned pink. “Hey, I’m a grown woman, aren’t I?” But she couldn’t explain to herself why she was tempted to forget her rules and get to know this man better.

  Was she lonely? No, she dismissed the thought of loneliness from her mind. A date wasn’t a cure for what ailed her, not that she knew what ailed her, except this restless feeling nagging her and her heart being empty.

  “It’s about time you unlocked the panty drawer,” said Theresa, slapping her palm on the table.

  “About darn time,” said Karen, playing with the fringe on her blouse.

  “Please.” Beth held her hands up in front of her. “Just because I haven’t dated anyone in the last few months.”

  “Try a year,” said Carla.

  “Keeping tabs on me.” She narrowed her eyes at her best friend.

  “Someone has to,” said Theresa and then everyone laughed. “You haven’t noticed a man in ages. We were beginning to think something was wrong with you.”

  “Or maybe you’d turned to women,” Carla gave the dry comment.

  Beth’s mouth dropped open. “What? No, I’m not interested in women. And just because Theresa and Karen date different men every night doesn’t mean I have to.” Snatching up her glass of wine, Beth sipped it, then seeing the looks on her friends face she realized she was being snippy. “Look, I’m sorry. I’m just a little tense tonight.”

  “And we know just the man to untense you,” said Karen with a smile.

  “Don’t you dare.” Her friends meant well, but the last thing she needed was a man in her life. But the image of the handsome stranger invaded her thoughts. What would it be like to spend the evening with such a masculine specim
en?

  “You need to get laid,” said Theresa, leaning forward, a sly smile curving her lips.

  “Now wait a darn second,” started Beth.

  “I agree,” said Karen.

  “They’re right.” Carla placed her hand on Beth’s arm. “I’ve watched you at work every night. You talk with the men, they flirt with you but you never take them up on it. I know three, no, at least four of the regulars who would love to go on a date with you.”

  Beth rolled her eyes. “Just because men flirt with me doesn’t mean I have to flirt back. I’m happy with my life.” Liar. All right maybe a little white lie, but her friends didn’t understand.

  She’d seen too many men walk in and out of her life while growing up. Men don’t stay. So she didn’t see any reason to make an effort to get one. Beth wanted a lifetime and no man was going to give that to her.

  Shifting in her chair, she sneaked a peek at the hunk. He lifted the bottle of beer in front of him and took a long drink. His lashes slid shut as if in pure enjoyment of the cool liquid sliding down his throat. An ache swelled inside her when he caressed the bottle with his fingers. How would it feel to have his hands on her bare skin? Could he be worth the trouble he would bring into her life?

  “I don’t mean to be insensitive,” started Theresa. “But Don was six months ago.”

  “And Don just proves what terrible taste in men I have.” A shiver swept through her body.

  “Don was an ass, but he’s no reason to swear off men,” said Carla.

  “I haven’t. I don’t want or need a relationship,” Beth insisted.

  “Who said anything about a relationship?” Karen leaned forward and tapped her finger against Beth’s glass. “Honey, what’s wrong with some hot sex, no strings attached?”

  “I bet the hunk could create a wonderful sexual fire.” Theresa let out a sigh.

  “We don’t know who he is.” Beth reasoned. “He could be a serial killer for all we know.”

  “What a way to die.” Karen’s eyes twinkled in the dim lighting.

  “Ladies, please.” Carla snapped her fingers. “We have to remember Beth has been out of circulation for the last six months, and it’s been a year since she dated anyone but Don the loser. Maybe she needs some dating pointers?”

  Beth groaned.

  “Great idea,” said Karen clasping her hands together. “First, you’ll need to flirt with him. You know those little glances, the kind where he sees you gazing at him and you quickly look away only to glance back a second later.”

  “Then lick your lips to let him know you’re interested,” said Theresa.

  “And when he asks you to dance, don’t say a word, just slip your hand into his and let him take the lead.” Carla paused to take a sip of wine. “Then while dancing, make sure to brush up against him.”

  “He’ll get the idea, but don’t be too aggressive.”

  “No one is aggressive as you are, Karen.”

  “Shut up, Theresa.”

  Beth rubbed her forehead. She should have seen this coming, not only were they celebrating Carla’s engagement but Beth’s thirtieth birthday. While her actual birthday was tomorrow, her friends said a woman must have one wild fling before she turned the big three-oh and had to settle down.

  “I never said there was anything wrong with flirting or sex.” Beth picked up her wine and drank.

  “Thank God for small favors,” said Karen, leaning forward to tap her fingers against the back of Beth’s hand. “But you’re not going to do anything about the hunk unless we do something drastic.”

  Beth didn’t like the sound of that. Her friends meant well, but they didn’t understand how she preferred her uncomplicated life.

  “I propose a bet,” said Karen.

  “Bet?” Oh no, not a bet. A bet could get her in trouble.

  “Yes.” Karen fluffed her hair. “I bet you can’t let go.”

  “Clarify, please.” The sudden urge to shock her friends by doing something out of character appealed to her, but she was still cautious. “That is, if I decide to take this bet.”

  Karen sat forward. “Do not censor yourself or your sensuality. Let it all go.”

  “What does that entail?” Nibbling her lower lip, Beth wondered if she could do this. She knew her trust in men was lacking, but her thoughts around the hunky man across the room didn’t care.

  Theresa smiled and touched Beth’s hand. “Ask the hunk to dance and let nature takes its course. And nature will if you don’t freeze up on him.”

  Freezing wasn’t an option. The hunk made her hot. She wiggled in her chair. Her pussy was already growing moist and her nipples ached. She was prepared for more than just a dance. But what if she couldn’t do it?

  “What happens if I don’t accept the bet?” If she couldn’t go through with this, she wanted to know the alternative, her friends always had an alternative.

  “If you don’t ask him to dance, then we get to place your personal ad on the ‘Mate Finding’ website,” said Theresa.

  Beth groaned. Her friends would do it, too. “And what do I get if I dance with him?”

  The three women glanced at each other before Carla spoke up. “We’ll clean your apartment for the next month.”

  “Including the bathroom?” Beth hated cleaning the bathroom; it came from all the years as a teenager when she had to clean up after her mother’s lovers.

  Carla nodded.

  “Tempting offer.”

  “Does that mean you’re accepting it?” asked Theresa.

  Beth stayed silent. How daring did she feel? She glanced over at the hunk and her heart sped up. What could one little dance hurt? It would be nice to be held for just a little while.

  Think of it as a birthday present. If it ended with just the dance then so be it, but if it turned out to be more…no one said it had to be more than one night. Since it was only one night her emotions wouldn’t become engaged, she wouldn’t lose her heart. She could handle one night. She needed this one night just to rid herself of her loneliness.

  Her life was about to take an interesting turn, involving a six-foot-two Greek God. “Ladies, you have a deal.”

  ****

  Jake Masters swallowed a long swig of beer, then rolled his shoulders. His day had been filled with tedious meetings and conference calls, but finally he’d been able to calm down the board of directors. All this work because of one stupid rumor.

  A rumor which caused his company stock prices to drop and now to delay his plans to expand. The board wasn’t happy with the delay but with the stock dropping it was only prudent to wait. The stock would rebound in time.

  Taking another drink, Jake scanned the bar. He usually avoided Raven’s on Fridays and Saturdays, knowing how crowded and noisy it could be, but he needed Raven’s tonight. A place he could feel comfortable.

  The deep wood paneling of the bar gave him a sense of welcome, the small tables allowed people to have some private moments. All walks of life flowed into Ravens, from common laborers to business men and women. A place he felt at home in until he returned to his empty apartment.

  His gut tightened and he reminded himself, his place was empty by choice. He’d broken off his last relationship three months ago and didn’t regret it. Jake wanted something more than arm candy. He wanted a woman he could come home to at night and share his day with, not just a warm body to share his bed.

  Running his hand over the back of his neck, Jake let out a breath. Hell, he was only thirty-two, but for some reason he felt time was getting away from him, and he wanted a meaningful relationship not a superficial one.

  The sound of pure unadulterated feminine laughter had him searching for the source. His gaze found a group of four women not too far from his table. He searched the face of each one trying to figure out which one of them had that incredible laugh, it wasn’t until they laughed again that he found her.

  She was turned slightly away from him, but her profile stirred something inside him. From what he cou
ld see, her lips looked full and sensuous. Her cheeks were slightly colored by the sun. Her hand rose and his gaze followed it as she pushed long strands of golden brown hair behind one ear.

  Then she smiled and his breath hitched in his lungs. As corny as it sounded, her smile lit up her entire face, making her appear like a saving angel amid a den of sinners.

  The screeching of a speaker caused his muscles to tighten, but after a moment all went silent. Picking up his beer, Jake leaned back in his chair and simply watched his toffee-haired beauty.

  He hadn’t felt this instant attraction to a woman in a long time. He didn’t know what it was about her, but his cock stiffened in a purely carnal way. Automatically he brought the beer bottle to his lips, only to find it empty. Forcing his gaze from his woman, he signaled the waitress.

  “Another one, sir?” she asked.

  “Yes, please.” The interest in the waitress’ eyes didn’t even tempt him, but if his brunette looked at him that way…without thinking, he pulled out a twenty and dropped it on her tray. “Please give the lady sitting between the redhead and the blonde over at that table,” he pointed it out to her, “a drink from me.”

  “Sure.” She glanced at the group of women, then back at him. “Some girls have all the luck,” she said, before sashaying away.

  Jake settled back in his chair again and waited. The waitress moved toward the woman’s table…his sight was blocked by a group of people. Damn it, move, people. By the time they had, his gal was missing, but the other three women were sitting there gazing at him.

  The waitress brought his beer over and set it on the table. Jake raised the bottle up to the three women. They smiled at him and one gave a small wave before they huddled back together once again.

  Scanning the area, he found his brunette gliding across the room, back to her table. His gaze traveled down to her legs. A man would have to be dead not to notice them. Long and silky were the first thoughts that came to mind. Every man watching her was practically drooling.

  Her black skirt teased her knees with small slits up the side giving him a peek at her thighs. A flash of lace caught his attention. Garters? His groin tightened. Jake forced his gaze to travel up from her legs to her face.