Just One Night: Dancing with Strangers, #3

By Reba Bale

It was supposed to be one night, but when fate brings them back together, he wants to change the rules.

 

Two strangers meet on Christmas Eve and united over their hatred of the holiday, they decide to have one night together. One night turns into a steamy twenty-four hours before they regretfully part ways.

 

Until the day that they run into each other again and realize that their attraction is stronger than ever. She agrees to one more night together, but he wants forever. And he's not above using every sensual tool at his disposal to make her change her mind…

 

"One Night Like This" is a hot strangers to lovers romance with a lonely hockey player, a wounded commitment-phobe, and a touch of exhibitionism that will leave you wanting more.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Reba Bale
• Release date: Aug 18, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223079682

Reba Bale

Reba Bale loves writing naughty stories where the characters are able to tap into their inner fantasies and experience spanking, bondage, humiliation or other activities on the non-vanilla side of life. When Reba isn't writing she is reading the same naughty stories she likes to write.  Be sure to follow Reba's page and sign up for her newsletter so you don't miss the newest releases.

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Copyright

JUST ONE NIGHT

Second Edition © 2023 by Reba Bale

ONE NIGHT LIKE THIS

© 2023 by Reba Bale

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. No portion of this book may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage retrieval system in any form by any means without express permission from the publisher, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. For permissions contact the publisher at [e-mail]

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, organizations, or locals is entirely coincidental. Trademark names are used editorially with no infringement of the respective owner’s trademark.  All activities depicted occur between consenting characters 18 years or older who are not blood related. 

Cover design by Aila Glass Designs

About This Book

It was supposed to be one night, but when fate brings them back together, he wants to change the rules.

Two strangers meet on Christmas Eve and united over their hatred of the holiday, they decide to have one night together. One night turns into a steamy twenty-four hours before they regretfully part ways.

Until the day that they run into each other again and realize that their attraction is stronger than ever.  She agrees to one more night together, but he wants forever.  And he’s not above using every sensual tool at his disposal to make her change her mind...

Just One Night is a hot strangers romance with a lonely hockey player, a wounded commitment-phobe, and a touch of exhibitionism that will leave you wanting more.

Author’s Note:  This book was originally published as One Night Like This in the limited edition anthology Wicked Men, which is out of publication.

Dedication

For the grinches who don’t like Christmas and the people who love them.  I hope you get your happily ever after.

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Chapter One – Kristina

December 24th

Merry Christmas!

The clerk’s cheerful greeting grated on my nerves as much as the ubiquitous sound of Christmas carols blaring from the sound system. Call me Scrooge, but I for one was not hoping for a White Christmas, and I could give two shits about some old lady getting run over by a reindeer.

I grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniel’s off the shelf and after only a moment’s hesitation, grabbed a second one. With Christmas on a Sunday this year, I was pretty sure I was looking at most things being shut down for three, maybe four days. I’d better stock up, just in case. I liked to be prepared.

Fucking Christmas!

I turned at the sound of a deep grumbly voice, wondering why it made my pussy tingle. Coming around an endcap filled with peppermint schnapps was a big burly man with a scowl I wanted to see again — from between my thighs. He was tall — easily several inches over six feet — and broad and muscled. I’d bet my last dollar this guy had played football at some point in his life. He looked like he could easily block a few offensive players.

His curly brown hair was a bit messy, but artfully so, like he’d been in a wind tunnel or something, and his square jaw was covered in scruff. But it was those dark brown eyes that got me. They were deep and filled with a pain I understood very well, even if I didn’t recognize its source.

The man stopped when he saw me, his eyes slowly traveling over me from head to toe and back up again. He took in my running shoes, tights, and the white