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      SOPHIE HART

       The Naughty Girls Book Club

      Table of Contents

       Title Page

       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

       Chapter 15

       Chapter 16

       Chapter 17

       Chapter 18

       Chapter 19

       Chapter 20

       Chapter 21

       Chapter 22

       Chapter 23

       Chapter 24

       Chapter 25

       Chapter 26

       Chapter 27

       Chapter 28

       Chapter 29

       Chapter 30

       Chapter 31

       Chapter 32

       Chapter 33

       Chapter 34

       Chapter 35

       Chapter 36

       Chapter 37

       Chapter 38

       Epilogue

       Reading Group

       Reading Group Questions for The Naughty Girls Book Club

       Recommended Erotic Reads

       General Book Club questions for any erotic novel

       About the Author

       Copyright

       About the Publisher

      1

       ‘You’ve been a bad girl, Christina … A very naughty girl …’

       Christina gazed up at Alexander, her eyes dark with longing, her face flushed. ‘I’m sorry,’ she panted helplessly. ‘I won’t do it again.’

       ‘I need to make sure of that,’ Alexander said, as he stalked across the room. He’d removed his shirt, and his torso was taut and muscular. ‘I need to teach you a lesson.’

       His gaze turned to the candle that blazed on the bedside table, the flame dancing and twisting.

       As Christina stared, the wax spilled over from the slim, white candle down to the antique silver holder. She watched as it cooled and hardened.

       ‘I think you know exactly what I have in mind,’ Alexander murmured, his voice low and husky.

       Christina could only nod, mute with longing.

       ‘But first – the sweetness,’ Alexander promised, as he moved towards her, bending down to kiss her lips, her neck, her collarbone.

       Christina moaned in delight as his mouth moved lower … past her navel … over the soft, white mound of her stomach … and then lower still, before finally, exquisitely, she felt his hot lips on the delicate, pink flesh of her—

      Estelle Humphreys glanced up in panic and slammed the book shut, hastily shoving it beneath a pile of papers. Her heart was pounding wildly, while her ears strained to listen.

      The noise came again – thump, thump, thump – and Estelle realised with relief that it was just her fourteen-year-old son, Joe, in the flat upstairs. The racket meant that he’d finished his homework and turned on his music – Kasabian, by the sound of things.

      She stood motionless for a moment, feeling her heart rate return to normal and her cheeks turn from flaming red to their more usual milky shade.

      Guiltily, she removed the copy of Ten Sweet Lessons from

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