Here’s an excerpt from Naughty Christmas Nights:
He said it like she was a complete innocent. What? Wasn’t it enough that she designed lingerie—a product that by its very nature demanded an awareness of sex? How did that get her a ticket to the purity princess hall of fame?
Hell, she’d just let him feel her up, and bring her down, in a restaurant on what was questionably their first date.
And he still looked at her like she was a sweet little thing who’d run screaming at the sight of a fully erect penis.
Hailey’s shoulders stiffened and her chin lifted. Was it because she was a proponent of romance? Is that why he kept dismissing her sexual savvy?
She should ignore it. She didn’t have anything to prove.
But dammit, the man made her think silk scarves, whipped cream and doing it doggy style. She’d be damned if he’d dismiss her as unworthy of those thoughts.
“Let’s see, pole dancing,” she mused, tapping one finger on her lower lip. “Crazy gymnastic moves that require an incredible amount of upper body and core strength in order to climb a hard phallic shaped dance partner.”
She waited for that to sink in, then leaned closer. Close enough to breathe in the scent of his soap, close enough to see his pupils dilate and his gaze fog as the image played through his mind.
“There’s something so empowering about grabbing ahold of that big, hard pole and sliding yourself up and down its length.” Her gaze locked on his, she pulled her glass of Pussycat punch toward her and wrapped her lips around the straw. She waited just a second, watching his pulse jump in his throat, then sucked. Hard.
And that’s how it’s done, she thought with a grin when Gage closed his eyes and gave a soft groan. That’d show him not to dismiss her as a naïve good girl.
So.. what do you think? Was Hailey naughty enough?