Naughty Christmas Nights. Tawny Weber

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       “Being on top is better than being on the bottom …”

      “Not always.” Hailey’s words were low and teasing. The look in her eyes was hot, sexy.

      “Being on top has a few definite benefits,” Gage murmured, now having completely switched places so her back was against the wall and his toward the ballroom.

      “Does it? Like what?” Her eyes were huge, so big they were lost in the curls tumbling out from the white fur brim of her hat.

      Need, stronger than any he’d felt over a simple flirtation, surged through Gage. He angled his body so Hailey was trapped between him and the wall.

      For a second, one delicious second, he just stared. The tempting display of luscious flesh, mounded above the tight satin binding her breasts.

      The need intensified. Took on a sharp, hungry edge.

      “Like this,” he said, giving in to its demand. He took her mouth, intending to be gentle.

      But the kiss was carnal and raw and dancing on the edges of desperate. Tongues tangled. Lips slid, hot and wet.

      And she tasted just as sweet as she looked … But the sounds she made were sexual nirvana.

      Naughty Christmas Nights

      Tawny Weber

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      USA TODAY bestselling author TAWNY WEBER has been writing sassy, sexy romances since her first Mills & Boon^® Blaze^® was published in 2007. A fan of Johnny Depp, cupcakes and color coordination, she spends a lot of her time shopping for cute shoes, scrapbooking and hanging out on Facebook.

      Readers can check out Tawny’s books at her website, www.TawnyWeber.com. There, they can also join her Red Hot Readers Club for goodies like free reads, chapter excerpts, recipes, contests and much more.

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      Contents

       Prologue

       Chapter 1

       Chapter 2

       Chapter 3

       Chapter 4

       Chapter 5

       Chapter 6

       Chapter 7

       Chapter 8

       Chapter 9

       Chapter 10

       Chapter 11

       Chapter 12

       Chapter 13

       Chapter 14

      Prologue

      HOLIDAYS SUCKED.

      Gage Milano had no issue with the idea of a holiday. Celebrations were great. Kinda like parties, which he rocked. Or remembering and commemorating events, which showed respect. Gage was all for respect.

      But holidays?

      Holidays meant family.

      Obligation.

      That freaking heritage crap.

      Gage looked up from his plate. Crystal glinted, china gleamed. Ornate flower arrangements in fall tones lined the center of the rosewood table big enough to seat two dozen people. Which was twenty-one more than were sitting here now.

      Stupid.

      There was a perfectly sized, comfortable table in the breakfast room. But no. Couldn’t eat Thanksgiving dinner in the breakfast room. Not because it wasn’t fancy enough. Nope. Gage figured it was because his father was still trying to drive home the fact that in the Milano dynasty, he still had the biggest...table.

      Marcus Milano was all about who was biggest. Best. Holding the most control. Something he loved, probably more than his sons. He’d taught Gage and Devon to be fierce competitors. From playing T-ball to pitching deals, he’d set the bar high and dared both his sons to accept nothing but a win. Unfortunately, with two of them, that meant one of them was always losing. Something Marcus always found a way to capitalize on.

      As if hearing Gage’s thoughts and ready to prove them right, Marcus looked up from his perfectly sliced turkey and portion-controlled serving of carbs to bellow down the table.

      “Gage. New venture for you to take on.”

      Ahh, dinnertime demands. The Milano version of conversation.

      “No room.” Gage scooped up a forkful of chestnut dressing and shot his father a cool smile. “I’m СКАЧАТЬ