The boss is off-limits—
until tonight...
“I vow to have you in bed by midnight.”
Executive assistant Addison Abrams has vowed to get over her crush on her billionaire boss, Brannon Knox. But he has other plans. Soon an unexpected road trip becomes a weekend away where the itinerary includes a masquerade ball. Before the night is over, the masks come off, and one wild kiss leads to a red-hot fling that leaves them reeling. Now Addi is fighting off feelings and wondering if one weekend could ever be enough...
Brannon leaned forward, his voice low and seductive.
“Why not take this opportunity to—” Brannon ran his fingers up her arm “—explore?”
Addi’s bright blue eyes darkened enticingly. Her lips parted but no sound came out.
Now that he’d voiced his idea out loud, Bran couldn’t escape what a damn good idea it was. “Did you like kissing me, Addison?”
“I wasn’t expecting it.”
He raised his eyebrows. “That wasn’t an answer.”
She couldn’t hold his gaze when she told him the truth. “I— Yes, of course.”
He felt proud...and wary.
If like turned into more, then they weren’t so much playing with fire as they were tossing a live grenade back and forth.
But he wanted more kisses. He wanted to earn his way into her bed this weekend.
* * *
One Wild Kiss by Jessica Lemmon is part
of the Kiss and Tell series.
Dear Reader,
Is there any worse heart pain than having a crush on someone who doesn’t like you back? Longing for someone who has no idea how you feel about them is the ultimate insult and injury! When we meet our beloved heroine, Addison, we learn she is suffering from a yearlong crush on her boss.
So inconvenient.
The Kiss and Tell series continues with the other Knox brother, Brannon Knox, whom you met in His Forbidden Kiss. At the time, he was planning to propose to the woman he was dating, but those plans were flipped upside down. Now that he’s moved on, he’s decided rather than focus on work, he’s going to play. At the same time, Addison vows to be more practical and get over Brannon for good.
This book is a roller-coaster ride. There are twists, turns, ups, downs, and just when you think you have a handle on these two, one of them throws you for a loop! I hope you enjoy reading about Brannon and Addison. I also hope that if you are crushing on someone right now, they suddenly notice your affections, and the two of you live happily-ever-after. :)
Happy reading!
Jessica
PS: Craving more? You can find a printable book list, behind-the-scenes book secrets and blogs about writing at www.jessicalemmon.com.
Jessica Lemmon
One Wild Kiss
A former job-hopper, Jessica Lemmon resides in Ohio with her husband and rescue dog. She holds a degree in graphic design currently gathering dust in an impressive frame. When she’s not writing supersexy heroes, she can be found cooking, drawing, drinking coffee (okay, wine) and eating potato chips. She firmly believes God gifts us with talents for a purpose, and with His help, you can create the life you want.
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Books by Jessica Lemmon
Harlequin Desire
Dallas Billionaires Club
Lone Star Lovers
A Snowbound Scandal
A Christmas Proposition
Kiss and Tell
His Forbidden Kiss
One Wild Kiss
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For John.
I’ll never forget the moment you called me out by asking, “Are you flirting with me?”
Why, yes. Yes, I was. ;)
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Epilogue
Excerpt from Temptation at His Door by Joss Wood
One
Breathe in. Breathe out. He’s just a guy.
Just a devastatingly handsome guy wearing an impeccably tailored navy designer suit.
Just a guy whose eyes were the color of bourbon enjoyed fireside.
Just a distractingly gorgeous guy whose hair was the perfect rumpled pattern of his own fingertips—or maybe some lucky woman’s.
Just a guy who’d taken up residence in her heart and mind and soul for the past year who also happened to be her boss so he was Off Limits.
He’s just a guy.
Addison Abrams started each of her workdays reciting that mantra before stepping into the ThomKnox building, entering the glass-walled elevator and zooming to the top floor of the multibillion-dollar tech company where her office was located.
When she accepted the position of executive assistant for the president of the company one year ago today, she’d expected said president to be older. Much older. Not six months older than her and closely resembling a model on the cover of GQ magazine. Granted, she hadn’t done a ton of research on who she’d be working for. She saw the opportunity to work for a higher-up at ThomKnox and sent in her résumé so fast her own head had spun.
“I couldn’t resist,” that guy said now, setting a lone cupcake—vanilla with buttercream frosting, her favorite—in front of her. He lit a single gold candle with a match and then shook out the flame. She followed that trickle of smoke up to the face she saw every weekday. Once again, his sheer male beauty floored her. Seemed unfair to every other man on the planet that this one was hogging the good genes.
“Should I sing ‘For She’s a Jolly Good Executive Assistant’ or ‘Happy Workiversary to You’?” Brannon Knox gave her a wide smile, which disarmed her completely.
She’d been trying—fruitlessly—to stop admiring him, to stop longing for him, to stop looking at him like she wanted to take a bite out of him, for goodness’ sake. Thank God for her poker face, because she hadn’t yet been successful at getting over the crush she’d been harboring since the moment he extended his hand in greeting during her final interview.
Hi, I’m Brannon Knox. You can call me Bran.
“Singing is below your pay grade.” She bent forward and gently blew out the flame. “This was unnecessary, but I appreciate it. Thank you.”
Brannon Knox wasn’t only the most beautiful man she’d ever laid eyes on, he was also kind and ruthlessly intelligent. Funny, tall, charming...and damned sexy. As if she hadn’t thought about that enough already.
“I’m lucky to have you.” He shoved his hands into the pants pockets of his suit and glanced over his shoulder as if making sure they were alone. “I should have throw
n a big party, but I’m hopeless at doing anything without you.” He winked, and even sitting, she felt her knees grow weak. Oh, how she wished that was true. That he needed her in other rooms besides the boardroom.
Like the bedroom. Yum.
“I’m happy to hear I’m indispensable.” Practice made it possible for her to keep her smile cool and her fidgeting to a minimum. The throbbing heat working its way from her chest to her lap was the hardest to ignore, but she was doing her best. She’d convinced herself she couldn’t help her physical reaction to him, since looking at Bran and wanting him came hand in hand.
But recently, she’d had a wake-up call. Her mind was made up. Even if her body was slower on the uptake.
“I’d give you the day off if we didn’t have ten million things to do.” His brow crinkled. “What am I doing today, anyway?”
She rattled off his schedule from memory: a conference call and two meetings.
“Plenty of time to grab a cup of coffee before the day starts.” Once again, he peeked over his shoulder. “I don’t see any sign of the big bad CEO. Let’s get out of here.”
The big bad CEO was Bran’s older brother, Royce Knox. A few months ago, Royce and Bran had both been contenders for the position when their father retired. Bran insisted that Royce won out because he was older, and she supposed that was true. Bran was amazing at what he did and every bit as capable as his older brother. In her eyes, he was the obvious number one choice for everything.
Once CEO, Royce had received more exciting news. He was going to be a father. The mother of his child, Taylor Thompson, was ThomKnox’s COO—better known as a childhood friend to the Knoxes and the woman Bran used to date.
True story.
Addi had behaved like a jealous girlfriend during the short time Bran and Taylor dated. Though “dated” could be in quotation marks for as tepid as the romance had been. She would lay money on the fact that those two had never shared more than a kiss—though she’d never seen them kissing, either.
That unbecoming version of Addi was the old her. She was moving on with her life—disassembling the crush she had on Bran one swoony sigh at a time. She had to. Her job was important. Her pride was important. She wouldn’t spend another moment longing for a guy who was uninterested in her.
“Coffee sounds amazing, but I really should return these emails.” Best to keep work at work. They spent a lot of one-on-one time together discussing schedules and pertinent business information—a given for an executive assistant—but whenever she’d seen Bran outside these walls she began thinking of him as accessible. And, as she’d recently learned, he wasn’t accessible. At least not to her.
“Come on, Addi.” He leaned both hands on her desk, his jauntily patterned tie dangling between them. When he added an entrancing “let me take you out of here,” she caved.
Old habits died hard.
“Fine, but I want an extra shot of espresso and two extra pumps of vanilla syrup.” She pulled her purse from the bottom drawer of her desk and slung it over her shoulder. “And whipped cream on top.”
He leaned in, his cunning smile further scrambling her brains, and added, “For your ThomKnox birthday, Addi, you can have anything on top you like.”
Like you?
His innocent comment flooded her sex-starved body in a tidal wave and washed her all the way back to square one. This was going to be harder to do than she’d originally believed.
Her recent wake-up call had come courtesy of Bran’s ex-girlfriend, Taylor. She’d innocently suggested that Brannon and Addison would “look good together,” which meant Taylor noticed Addi’s crush on him. The worst moment of Addi’s life wasn’t when she realized that Bran had overheard Taylor’s matchmaking comment. It was the moment he’d reacted. In the long corridor bisecting the copy room, his face went slack, his expression pained.
Addison had wanted to die.
He might as well have held up a sign in all caps that read I DON’T FEEL THAT WAY ABOUT YOU, ADDISON. A sign she’d overlooked for way, way too long.
And since she loved her job and wanted to preserve what was left of her pride, burying her feelings was the wisest course of action. She’d had years of practice being independent. All she had to do was apply that same principle to her heart.
Tricky.
But necessary. If she had learned one thing from her parents, and it very well might be the only thing, it was that she couldn’t rely on anyone else for anything. Not money, not friendship and certainly not love. A fact she’d forgotten as soon as she’d laid eyes on the younger Knox brother. A fact she was going to pound into her head with a sledgehammer if she had to—whatever it took to survive the travesty of a grown-up crush.
Maybe having coffee with Brannon would be a good thing. Platonic coworkers had coffee together all the time. And reaching the lower echelon of platonic coworkers was the goal. Not a very exciting goal, but she’d had enough excitement for a while.
“Get over him,” she murmured, digging through her purse for her cell phone.
“What was that?” Bran asked as they stepped outside.
“Oh, nothing.” She smiled up at him and her heart squeezed. An organ she’d recently determined had not one ounce of common sense.
* * *
The awkwardness continues.
Ever since Bran had dated Taylor, broken it off with Taylor and learned Royce had been named CEO, his work life had been challenging. Addison Abrams seemed to be another domino that had been reduced to rubble.
His executive assistant was irreplaceable. A trusted confidante who always had his back. She’d fit in since day one and brought with her an ease and efficiency that had helped him excel in his role as president. If she left, he’d...
Well, he couldn’t think about it without seeing a mushroom cloud in his mind’s eye. The saying went that behind every successful man was a strong woman. He’d made the epic mistake of believing Taylor was that woman. Now, he saw it was Addi.
Lately his relationship with Addi had been strained, and that blame could be placed directly on one rogue comment from Taylor Thompson. He didn’t know if it was Taylor being in love with Royce or if it was pregnancy hormones that had made her say it, but she’d suggested that Addi should be more than his assistant. That they’d be good together. He and Addi had locked eyes wearing matched expressions of panic. His stemming from complete shock and hers from what appeared to be fear. Seriously. It was like a scene right out of Hitchcock’s The Birds.
Fresh off the grave error of dating Taylor in the race to win the CEO role, Bran was determined not to follow that mistake with another. But he could admit that since it’d happened, he’d started noticing Addison.
Like, noticing.
His plan with Taylor had been shortsighted. Misguided. But at least he could explain it away. He thought having her at his side would make him appear more CEO-worthy. See? Misguided. After a few awkward dates, he thought he’d better their chances by...proposing.
It made sense at the time. Now, he swiped his brow in relief that they hadn’t slept together. That would have made family holidays really awkward.
So. How did that tie in with Addi?
On the tail of the CEO race ending with Royce holding the baton, on Taylor becoming pregnant with Bran’s niece or nephew, Bran found himself at the office more. Paying attention to his assistant more. Addi, whether she was trying to smooth over the uncomfortable suggestion that they should date or simply trying to soothe his ego, had been in his space more than usual.
He’d noticed her poise and passion when she discussed even the blandest work topics. He’d noticed her legs, long and lithe, and wondered if she was a runner or if hers was a yoga body. He’d noticed that she brought takeout from a local restaurant frequently, and she stayed to work late when he did.
In short, he’d noticed she was single.
Taylor�
�s suggestion had taken a foothold in his subconscious. He’d begun thinking of Addi regularly—and not professionally. Which had led to the disastrously uneasy exchange this morning. Unbelievably, the aftereffect with her was proving harder to hurdle than the almost-proposal to Taylor a few months ago.
Today being Addi’s one-year anniversary at ThomKnox was significant. If he intended on keeping her around for another year, he had to fix what was broken. He wasn’t sure if coffee and an anniversary cupcake would be enough to usher the pink elephant out of the room, but it was a good start.
Outside in the gorgeous California sunshine, the office building towering over the green lawns dotted with reaching palm trees and colorful flowers, they crossed to the coffee shop that was a permanent fixture on the ThomKnox property. The Gnarly Bean served the best coffee in the state—he was hooked.
“I love this place.” Addison’s lips curled into a smile that made her blue eyes sparkle. She was dressed in yellow, her fair hair swept back into a cute ponytail. It was impossible not to notice how gorgeous she was. He’d sort of noticed since the day he hired her. But he could compartmentalize. He’d been great at compartmentalizing before the CEO obsession.
He pulled on the sleek silver handle of the glass door and gestured for her to enter ahead of him, pausing to inhale in appreciation. Was there any better indulgence in life than coffee?
Automatically his eyes tracked to Addi’s legs. Just one.
“I’m buying,” he reminded her when she reached for her wallet. He could’ve sworn her bright blue eyes flicked to his mouth a second before her own beautiful lips formed the words “thank you.” Probably he was projecting.
The worst part about what went down a few months ago was that he’d behaved so out of character he’d hardly recognized himself. He hadn’t asked Taylor to date him because he was attracted to her, but because he’d hoped their partnership would make him a better contender. It was like an alien had taken over his body. Bran was the easygoing, playful Knox brother; robotic pragmatist described Royce.
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