Naughty Christmas Nights

Naughty Christmas Nights
Tawny Weber

This Christmas, it's nice vs. naughty Lace stockings Hailey North has worked her butt off to make Merry Widow Lingerie a success. But if she doesn't win the bid for Rudolph's department store, she's in big trouble. Her strategy? To prove that romance, playfulness and eroticism are what women want. The problem, however, is what Hailey wantsher wickedly hot, sexy competitor. Or black leather? Sex sells, and the Milano line is certainly all about sex. Besides, winning is the only way Gage Milano can extract himself from the family business. Unfortunately, Hailey's romantic lingerie threatens not only his freedom, but his libido! But when their professional rivalry turns into a red-hot rendezvous, the competition really starts heating up. And Xmas is about to get a whole lot more X-rated!

“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 (http://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.

To my awesome brothers, Ron and Kevin!

I love you guys.

Contents

Prologue (#u212890dc-9cf6-5656-969e-069e8499d770)

Chapter 1 (#u982b6b66-28eb-554c-a635-07266100ae68)

Chapter 2 (#uead16bee-a297-5137-a4c9-f65a6062dfa8)

Chapter 3 (#ued78913a-f464-5359-8445-5dfc960c43db)

Chapter 4 (#uac501741-93fe-5b80-a5d5-c1e87bce5b64)

Chapter 5 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 6 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 7 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 8 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 9 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 10 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 11 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 12 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 13 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 14 (#litres_trial_promo)

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.”