The Night Before Christmas: Naughty Christmas Nights / The Nightshift Before Christmas / 'Twas the Week Before Christmas. Tawny Weber

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      “Why can’t you do it here?”

      Eyes wide with faux horror, Hailey looked up, then down the hallway.

      “Here? Where the neighbors will see and start gossiping? Seriously?”

      A silly argument, given that she’d just been wrapped around his body like one of those stripper poles they’d discussed. If the neighbors were the gossiping kind, that would have fueled them plenty. But Gage fell for it, nodding and then slowly—as if he were reluctant to let her go—stepping away.

      Hailey turned quickly toward the door to hide her smile.

      Dismiss her desire as alcohol-fueled stupidity?

      She didn’t think so.

      This was pure determination. She wanted him, and for the first time in her life, she was grabbing what she wanted and reveling. If that reveling took place naked, so much the better. She wasn’t going to worry about how it affected others; she wasn’t going to let her fears stop her. She was going to enjoy every delicious second of Gage Milano tonight.

      With that in mind, Hailey stepped across the threshold and tossed her purse in the general direction of the hall table. She didn’t notice if the clatter meant she’d hit it, knocked everything over, or if her bag was flying across the floor.

      She didn’t care.

      The second Gage crossed the doorway, she slapped the door shut and attacked.

      With her body, wrapping it around his as tight and close as she could get with both of them in winter coats.

      With her hands, skimming and skating them over his rock-hard form, reveling in the rounded muscles of his biceps under his coat, then across the granite planes of his chest.

      With her mouth. Oh, baby, with her mouth. She tasted. She nibbled. She wanted to gobble him up.

      For a second, a long enough second to inspire untold neurotic worries in her head, Gage was stone still. Other than the heart beating against her hand, he didn’t move.

      Shit.

      Had she attacked too soon?

      Had she misread his signals?

      Had that been a pity orgasm over dinner?

      Before she could do more than wonder at the depths to which her paranoid mind came up with things to worry about, Gage came to life.

      He shoved at her clothes. Her hands pushing his away just as quickly, Hailey shrugged out of her coat and let it fall to the floor at their feet. She wasn’t sure who pushed, shoved or pulled, but her scarf and gloves quickly fell, as well.

      Their mouths slid, hot and wet, over each other. Tongues tangled in a wild dance, neither leading, both tempting.

      He tasted so good.

      He felt even better.

      Finally, she was able to get her hands on that body. To scope out the hard planes of his chest, to feel the rounded strength of his biceps.

      Hailey growled low in her throat, delighting in his shape. In the power of those muscles. He was built. He was hard. He was hers for the taking.

      So took, she did.

      She nipped at his lower lip, then soothed the flesh with her tongue. Her fingers made quick work of the knot of his tie, tossing the fabric aside so she could get to his buttons. Then, oh baby, flesh.

      She whimpered a little when her hands found bare skin.

      He felt so good.

      She was so focused on his body, on discovering every little delicious bit of it, that she barely noticed how busy he was.

      Not until cool air hit the naked skin of her thighs.

      He’d unzipped her skirt, so it fell to the floor, billowing over her shoes. His hands skimmed already-familiar terrain, caressing her thighs there, just above the lacy tops of her stockings.

      She shivered, even as heat gathered lower in her belly. Her thighs trembled a little, making it hard to balance on her high heels. To compensate, she wrapped one leg around the delicious hardness of Gage’s, her heel anchored below his knee. Her core pressed, tight and damp, against his thigh.

      “We should...”

      “Now,” she interrupted. “Here.”

      Her words were barely a breath, her mind a misty fog.

      She was pure sensation.

      All she could feel was delight.

      Sexually charged, edgy, demanding delight.

      She wanted more.

      She needed more.

      Even though she was reluctant to leave the amazing hard warmth of his chest, her quest for more demanded she head south. Her hands slid, fast and furious, down the light trail of hair of his belly, making quick work of his belt.

      She wasn’t a fashion diva for nothing, so fast did she unsnap, unzip and dispose of his slacks. His boxers went, too, everything hitting the floor with a satisfying thud.

      “Babe...”

      “No,” she protested against his lips, even though she had no idea what he was going to say. She didn’t care. This was her fantasy and she was going to lap up every delicious drop.

      With that in mind, and grateful for all the fabric on the floor to ease the impact on her knees, she dropped down in front of him.

      “Oh my God,” he said, his words a low, guttural groan as he stared down at her.

      Loving that look on his face, appreciation mixed with fascination, coated with a whole lot of lust, Hailey held his gaze with hers as she leaned forward to blow, gently, on the impressive length of his erection.

      Like a lollipop, she ran her tongue from base to top.

      Gage’s eyes slitted, as though he wanted to close them but couldn’t resist watching the show.

      The audience adding even more heat to an already-incendiary delight, Hailey shifted higher on her knees so she could wrap her lips around the smooth, velvet head of his penis. Just the tip. She sipped, swirling her tongue in one direction, sucked, then swirled it in another.

      Gage’s fingers tunneled into her hair, whether for balance or to make sure she didn’t stop, she didn’t know. She didn’t care.

      Her mouth wide, she took him in. Slipped her lips down the length of his dick, then back up again. Each time, she tightened her lips, until she was sucking hard, and he was squirming.

      Just when his body tensed so much she thought he was going to explode, she pulled back so she was only sipping at the tip again.

      “Enough,” СКАЧАТЬ