One Blazing Night
He's a friend…with great benefits!As far as inventor Samantha O'Connel is concerned, work is better than food, a social life…even sex. Of course, all it takes is a single phone call from Matt Wilkinson—the ridiculously hot object of her girlhood fantasies—for Sam to discover even she has some naughty needs that won't be ignored.Sam's biggest challenge is that while Matt is just as much a workaholic as she is, he's also a wealthy, sexy bachelor who could have any woman he wants. With the help of the cutting-edge “smart” apartment she designed, Sam might just be able to get deliciously and nakedly close to Matt. Close enough to show him that this nerdy brainiac can be his every fantasy…even it's only for one blazingly hot night.
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Heâs a friend...with great benefits!
As far as inventor Samantha OâConnel is concerned, work is better than food, a social life...even sex. Of course, all it takes is a single phone call from Matt Wilkinsonâthe ridiculously hot object of her girlhood fantasiesâfor Sam to discover even she has some naughty needs that wonât be ignored.
Samâs biggest challenge is that while Matt is just as much a workaholic as she is, heâs also a wealthy, sexy bachelor who could have any woman he wants. With the help of the cutting-edge âsmartâ apartment she designed, Sam might just be able to get deliciously and nakedly close to Matt. Close enough to show him that this nerdy brainiac can be his every fantasy...even if itâs only for one blazingly hot night.
âWatching you...seeing your pleasure...is exciting...â
âYouâre prejudiced,â Sam teased as she sprawled beside Matt on the couch.
âYep.â
They were quiet for a moment. Watching the tape of themselves avidly. It wasnât the kind of sex that was scandalous. It was slow. No music. But it was raw and exciting. The feeling of being inside Sam swept over Matt, making his belly clench. It was a little crazy considering what heâd just figured out.
He touched her cheek, wondering if she was seeing the same thing he was. They werenât just having sex. They were making love.
By all rights the realization shouldâve scared the hell out of him.
âThis makes me want you all over again,â he whispered, pulling her onto his lap.
Her voice became husky. âProve it...â
Welcome back to the Three Wicked Nights trilogy! Finally, I get to write Samâs book. Sheâs the one who designed the smart apartment. The one the guys looked after when she was at MIT. Only, not all of her college heroes have given the apartment a trial run.
In fact, the only one sheâs lost touch with is Matt Wilkinson, the heir apparent to the Wilkinson family. Matt has large shoes to fill as he rises up the corporate ladder, but a short trip to Boston changes things.
He surprises his old friend Samantha, who lends him the smart apartment, but sheâs freaked out by his arrival! Doesnât he know that she had a crush on him for far too long?
Matt isnât just coming to catch up with Sam. He wants to make amends for something heâd done in the past. Something that heâs never forgiven himself for.
What neither of them counted on was that the spark between the old friends lights up like a beacon from the moment they see each other. Only this time itâs not a girlish crush Sam has, but a full-on case of unrequited love.
I had a great time writing this book. Matt is one of my all-time favorite heroes, and I hope you fall in love with him just like I did.
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Take care,
Jo Leigh
JO LEIGH is from Los Angeles and always thought sheâd end up living in Manhattan. So how did she end up in Utah in a tiny town with a terrible internet connection, being bossed around by a houseful of rescued cats and dogs? What the heck, she says, predictability is boring. Jo has written more than forty-five novels for Mills & Boon. Visit her website at joleigh.com or contact her at [email protected].
To my friends Jill Shalvis and Debbi Rawlins and my wonderful editor, Birgit Davis-Todd.
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AS THE MUSIC from her headphones blasted the sound track from Raiders of the Lost Ark, Samantha OâConnel narrowed her eyes in her attempt to read a note left by her newest part-time employee, Tina Albert. Tina was an MIT student, just like the other six people Sam employed at her company, SOC Electronics. Tina was cute, bright, witty, completely dedicated to doing a good job. And she had terrible handwriting.
It wasnât her fault, really. By the time Tina was born, there were millions of teenagers who hardly ever needed to write. They came of age at the dawn of smartphones. But Tina would have to learn to write more clearly.
Sam rubbed her eyes and took another look. Maybe she could have read the chicken scratches if she hadnât worked until midnight. Sheâd skipped dinner and hadnât looked up until just past midnight. Again.
She was getting old. At twenty, sleep had been optional, but at twenty-nine, there were only so many nights she could get five hours and feel refreshed the next day. She certainly needed to be alert.
Ah. The note was a reminder that the new hard drive had been delivered to the smart apartment. Sam didnât have time to install it and wouldnât for at least a week. Neither would Clark, though she wouldnât have asked him to anyway. The prototype apartment was her babyâsheâd bought the building in Bostonâs Financial District with her personal money and designed all the electronics herself. Luckily, the new drive wasnât actually necessary for the apartment to function, but it would help with the intermittent sensor problems sheâd noted on her logs.
