Taryn Taylor - Wicked Pleasure

She thought she was immune to a deliciously sexy playboy’s charm. But this one lives up to every inch of his wicked reputation! Book three in Taryn Leigh Taylor’s The Business of Pleasure series.

AJ should definitely not be here. Breaking into enemy territory—especially a billionaire tech playboy’s home—is foolish...and just the sort of thing hacker AJ lives for. To get the dirt on Liam Kearney, she poses as a guest at one of his lavish, decadent parties. Nothing prepared AJ for a man this gorgeous, this charming and whose devilish eyes promise oh-so-much trouble.

A hot fling with her sexy enemy was never part of AJ’s master plan...nor is this insatiable craving for more .

This isn’t just a game anymore. As the stakes get higher, so, too, does the white-hot attraction sizzling between AJ and Liam. Loyalties, reputations, careers are all on the line. But AJ is a survivor. She’s always known how to walk that dangerous line and not get burned. Only, this time she might be in way over her head.

Sexy. Passionate. Bold.Discover Harlequin DARE, a new line of fun, edgy and sexually explicit romances for the fearless female.

TARYN LEIGH TAYLORlikes dinosaurs, bridges and space—both personal and of the final frontier variety. She shamelessly indulges in clichés, most notably her Starbucks addiction (grande six-pump whole-milk-no-water chai tea latte…aka: the usual), her shoe hoard ( I can stop any time I… Ooh! These are pretty…! ) and her penchant for falling in lust with fictional men with great abs. She also really loves books, which was what sent her down the wild path of writing one in the first place. Want to be virtual friends? Check out tarynleightaylor.com, Facebook.com/taryntaylor1and Twitter, @tarynltaylor.

Wicked Pleasure

Taryn Leigh Taylor

www.millsandboon.co.uk

ISBN: 978-1-474-08708-7

WICKED PLEASURE

© 2019 Taryn Leigh Taylor

Published in Great Britain 2019

by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollins Publishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF

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For Kim—because I love you. And because you love

Max. You’ll always be my favourite palindrome.

For Juanita—I put your name in the story as a tribute

for getting me through some tough writing battles.

Also, because it starts with J.

And for Crystal—thanks. Merci. Gracias. Danke. I know it’s redundant at this point, but I can’t say it enough. I couldn’t do this without you. #fact

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

About the Author

Title Page

Copyright

Note to Readers

Dedication

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

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

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IT HAD BEEN a long time since she’d crashed a party.

AJ weathered yet another snooty look from yet another glittering society princess, dripping diamonds and sipping Dom. She waited until Socialite Barbie passed before she looked down at herself.

She’d miscalculated a little there, AJ conceded, tugging discreetly at the hem of her dress—short, tight and black. Club wear might get her the right kind of attention when she went dancing—which was to say she never sat out a song or paid for a drink—but tonight, she stuck out like a poor relation. She’d been so busy hacking her way into this shindig that she hadn’t paid too much attention to the dress code.

She should have bought something new. Something fancier.

This was a Liam Kearney event, after all. The tech magnate was known for his lavish lifestyle, his womanizing ways and his profligate parties.

Also, his tech was fucking epic.

AJ let her gaze wander over her lush surroundings. Lucrative, too, judging by his fancy digs.

She’d never been to a real Beverly Hills mansion before. The place had the works: tennis court, fountains, greenhouses, indoor/outdoor pool (currently full of bikini-clad models, natch), and most importantly, fancy French doors that led to Liam Kearney’s office.

AJ reached into her shiny little purse thing, pulled out a tube of lipstick and did a quick reapplication in the ugly but ornate mirror hanging on the wall beside her. Probably cost more than her rent, she thought with derision, careful to angle the opening of her purse away from the closest of the six hidden cameras she’d located in her visual sweep. She placed the lipstick back inside, surreptitiously starting the stopwatch on her phone as she withdrew her hand.

He might have gaudy taste in mirrors, but his surveillance was expertly placed. Not that she’d expect anything less from the man who’d practically redefined cybersecurity. The whole place was wired up tight, and it was impressive as hell. Good enough to keep most professionals out.

AJ tucked the satin bag back under her arm.

Of course, she wasn’t most professionals.