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  Arching her brow, she said, “I got everything I wanted for Christmas and more than I deserved.”

  “You’re entitled to the best of holidays,” Mark assured her.

  “Are you kidding me? After the tantrum I threw yesterday? Please. Haven’t you heard, bad girls get a bag full of switches, but good girls find packages under the tree?”

  “What about grown women behaving badly?” Spenser asked, quick to catch her staring at his bare bottom.

  “Oh we find cowboys under ours.”

  Spooning the eggs in the bowl, Spenser said, “You must’ve been very, very naughty this year.”

  Mark pulled her on his lap. She continued to eye Spenser. Damn aprons looked better on him than they ever did on her. She loved to find her men in the kitchen, especially those who wore an apron like a man should. Spenser’s scantly covered body never looked more inviting.

  “Patience?” Mark’s tone softened. “You know we don’t have anything to offer you but ourselves.”

  Ansley probably told them she was richer than the average Jill.

  Cautiously, she said, “When the time comes, I’m willing to negotiate all terms.”

  Spenser and Mark exchanged a quick glance. Mark said, “Does that include marriage?”

  She closed her eyes. “Let’s see. Yes, I can definitely picture a wedding.”

  “Can you imagine two grooms?” Spenser asked.

  “Two?” she looked up all at once and acted appalled, like she’d never heard of such a suggestion. She should’ve told them about her three domineering fathers right then but why scare them away before breakfast?

  “Yes,” Mark said. “You don’t think Spenser will let the two of us go on a honeymoon alone, do you?”

  “I like the idea of a honeymoon right now,” she drawled, reaching for the ties on the back of Spenser’s apron.

  Mark pinched her nipple. “You’re so bad, Patience McKay.”

  “No,” she purred, reaching for Spenser’s flaccid cock. “I’m naughty.”

  Mark helped her out of her robe and kissed her shoulder. “Then let me show you how to play nice.”

  “Good luck,” she hummed. “After the gifts I received for being a very bad girl, I may never behave again.”

  Mark slid her hand down his pants. “Fine by me,” he whispered, nipping at her ear. “Because Santa Claus is coming again, and at this rate, he’ll come again real soon.”

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Natalie Acres is the author of several bestselling titles, including Cowboy Boots and Untamed Hearts and the Cowboy Sex series. She writes western ménage romances, and in her spare time reads anything she can find on the historical towns of the Old West. For more information, visit her at www.myspace.com/natalieacres or you can write to her at [email protected].

  Also by Natalie Acres

  Sex Party

  Sex Games

  Sex Camp

  Cowboy Boots and Untamed Hearts

  Wanted by Outlaws

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