naughtily

Andrew Rannells provoked a chorus of nervous laughs with the naughtily heretical “I Believe” from “The Book of Mormon.”

The 20-year-old bay horse first got a taste for tea after naughtily slurping the hot drink from the morning mugs of his unsuspecting riders.

A cigarette, passed between them, glowed naughtily like a beacon from pre-Bloomberg New York.

By 2004, his guardianship of that tradition was already endangered: Wolfe’s conservative politics had once served, like his famous white suits, to naughtily distinguish him from the run of right-thinking Northeastern writers.

As always, I’ve been wondering: How can I become even naughtily rich?