I thought you might enjoy a little taste of what’s to come in this year’s Naughty Holidays book.
Note: This is an unedited snippet and may be removed from the book before publishing.
Logan was fairly certain his wife was going to be the death of him.
Not that he was complaining about the fact she was tormenting him with her naked form, wandering through the house without a stitch on as though it was an everyday occurrence. Sure, if he had his way she would be naked a majority of the time. Her long, dark blond hair hanging down her back and over her shoulder, her light green eyes glittering with mischief and promise. Those sultry lips, her luscious tits, the gentle curve of her waist, the sexy swell of her hips, and the sweet juncture between her trim thighs. Every inch of her beckoned every inch of him, even when he knew they didn’t have time to waste.
Setting her coffee mug on the counter, Logan returned to where she was perched on Eli’s thigh. Sam smiled up at him, clearly daring him to do his worst and he suspected she thought he wouldn’t.
But Logan wasn’t the sort of man who backed down from a dare and he damn sure wasn’t about to start now.
“I haven’t had breakfast yet,” he said, holding her gaze. “And now I know what I’m hungry for.”
He loved the way Sam’s eyes glazed over at the promise in his tone.
Logan held out his hand to her, waited to see if she would take it. She glanced at Eli and smiled before laying her hand in his, allowing Logan to help her to her feet. It had been a while since they’d enjoyed an early morning feast at this table and today seemed like as good a day as any.