He wanted to taste every delicious inch of her…
Jessica lay on the bed, her blouse half-open to reveal a peach lace bra that couldn’t hide her erect nipples. The sight spurred Dan into action, and he ripped at his own shirt.
That got Jessica moving, too, and they raced to shed their clothes as if they were on fire. Which, in fact, they were. For each other…
By the time he got completely undressed, she’d reached the last stage—her panties. He held out a hand. “Stop.”
Jessica obeyed, her gaze moving down his chest and his stomach, finally settling on his erection.
“Why am I stopping?” she asked, her eyes never moving up, not even an inch.
“I want to appreciate you just for a minute.”
“Appreciate how?” She smiled.
“By looking,” he murmured, climbing onto the big white bed. “And touching,” he added, as his hands went to cup the most beautiful breasts he’d ever seen.
All Dan could think about was how stunning she was, and how lucky he was. How being inside her would be absolutely delicious. He wanted this to last forever. But time was running out….
Dear Reader,
Who says guys are the only ones who get to have Arm Candy? Not me, and not Jessica Howell, a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to go after it. Unfortunately, she doesn’t always know what she needs.
Take Daniel Crawford for example. Oh, Jessica wants him. To be her date, to be her lover. But to be her perfect match? To be the one man who makes her whole world make sense? She doesn’t have a clue. Not until…
Anyway, Jessica is a lot like me when I was working my tail off in the movie industry. I had no room for anything but work, success and more success. Thankfully, I woke up and smelled the roses before it was too late, and so does Jess. But not until Daniel shows her a thing or two about what it means to love.
Affectionately yours,
Jo Leigh
Arm Candy
Jo Leigh
MILLS & BOON
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This book is for the dreamers—
all of us who can’t live without books
This guy is strolling on the beach in California. He sees a lamp, rubs it, and a genie pops out. The genie is so overjoyed that he decides to grant one wish to the guy.
The guy thinks about it and says, “I’d like you to build a highway to Hawaii because I’m afraid to fly.” The genie tells him that it’s impossible because of the depth of the ocean and the distance to Hawaii. So he asks the guy to wish for something else.
The guy thinks about it and, very enthusiastically, wishes he could understand women.
“Do you want the highway to have two or four lanes?” the genie says.
Source: Keidat, Ed; Keidat, Kim; Edelman, Joe “Genie in a Bottle” http://www.coolquiz.com/humor/jokes/joke.asp?jokenum=3593
Contents
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
1
JESSICA WAS SECONDS away from a clean getaway. At a quarter to midnight on a Thursday night, she figured everyone else had left Geller and Patrick, Inc., and she could simply go to the elevator and make it to the street and a taxi without interference. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.
Owen McCabe, her boss, her former mentor and current major pain in the butt, popped out of his office one second before she pressed the down button. Not only did he scare the bejesus out of her, but he also made her drop her portfolio, which gave him an excuse to rush over and help her pick up her papers.
“Burning the midnight oil, Jess?”
“Yep, and now I’m exhausted, so if you’ll just give me the—”
“I know,” he said, handing her the prospectus on the new eyeshadow line, “why don’t we go get ourselves a nice nightcap. That’ll help you get right to sleep.”
She took a deep breath as she slipped the papers back into the portfolio. “Thanks, Owen, but I don’t need any help. Just a taxi.”
“I’ve got my car right downstairs.”
“No, that’s okay. You go on home. I’m sure Ellen’s worried that it’s so late.”
“She went to bed hours ago,” he said. “The boys had track today and they wore her out.”
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