Matt Coleman. Task Force Zeta’s computer expert. Certified genius. Dateless loser. He’s getting damned tired of watching his teammates pair off, while the only thing he’s had his hands on lately is a computer keyboard
Even Sam, the Omega team’s communications guy—who Matt only knows through daily instant messages—is going on missions while Matt sits home, bored and jealous. Until he finally gets a shot at an assignment in Dubai
As the only female on Omega team, Samantha Foster isn’t surprised that the mission to Dubai is all hers. After all, only a woman can infiltrate a modern-day harem to ferret out a terrorist-minded mole. The big surprise is when she’s sent along with a guest’s dinner as dessert—and finds Matt on the other side of the bedroom door
After he gets over the shock that Sam is a woman, Matt is more than happy to help her in any way he can. In the shower. In the bed. Oh yeah, and on the computer too.
Warning: What happens in the harem doesn’t always stay in the harem.
“Not only was it refreshingly different, it was awesome and fit the characters perfectly.” Terri, Night Owl Reviews Top Pick
“MATT is the eleventh addition to Cat Johnson’s RED, HOT AND BLUE storylines, and really shows the strength, compassion and downright sexiness of the men of the Task Force Zeta team. Each story is a delight to read by itself but add them all together and they’re definitely characters you’ll want to visit over and over.” Romance Junkies
“These two go from surprised to sexy fun in the blink of an eye but holy hell, you can’t help but appreciate the fact that if ever two people were meant to be together it is these two.” ~ Slick, Guilty Pleasures
“appealing and fast paced… a funny, hot and intriguing read” ~Annetta, Fresh Fiction
“Matt proves that love and friendship can happen when you least expect it and that it can be hot and spicy even when danger surrounds you.” Joyfully Reviewed
© 2013 Cat Johnson
Enjoy the following excerpt for Matt:
She dragged in a ragged breath. “Matt Coleman, I think I like you even more than I did before.”
He tensed. Something wasn’t right here. “You know my name?”
She pressed her mouth against his ear. “Don’t react. I’m not sure if the suite has eyes and ears.”
Not only did her speech sound distinctly American, but she’d just told him in the SpecOp code he used daily that his room might have audio and video surveillance in place.
Naked and unarmed with his back to a stranger who held his dick in her hands. He’d get what he deserved if he ended up dead for this act of extreme stupidity.
He should be able to overpower—
“Matt, relax. It’s me. Sam,” the woman hissed in his ear over the sound of the pounding water.
He angled his head toward her, calculating how best to go about taking her down. If only she’d stop stroking him. “I don’t know any Sam.”
She ran her hands up into the hair that curled around his ears and pulled his head to one side, giving her access to nibble his ear. He would have thought the fright of dying would have taken care of his hard-on. It didn’t, nor would it. Not if she kept this up, whoever she was.
“You frigging idiot. I’m Sam I am. You’re Computer God. Jeez. Make a girl feel forgettable much?”
That nearly sent him to his knees on the marble floor. “You’re female?”
His good buddy Sam? Not just female, but hot and naked, not to mention pressed firmly against him with his dick in her hand.
“Uh, yes. Sam is for Samantha.” She laughed against his ear. He shivered in spite of the hot water still pummeling him. “You didn’t know?”
Oh, boy. This added a whole other level of complications to the situation. He pulled her hand away from him and turned. She rested her palms on his chest, running them up and down his wet skin.
“Nope. Definitely did not know.” His erection was still alive and well, in spite of everything going on in his head. It stuck out straight as an arrow between them. There wasn’t much Matt could do about his situation, except ignore it and hope it would go away while he gathered some answers. “What are you doing here?”
She leaned in closer to his ear. “Talk softer. I don’t know how sensitive their equipment is. The water should cover it if we whisper. And I told you on IM I was going deep. Remember?”
Her comment about going deep while her hardened nipples pressed against him sent his mind to bad, bad places. He shouldn’t be thinking about being buried deep inside his good buddy Sam, but he was. Especially when she slipped the tip of her tongue into his ear. He supposed it was all in case there were surveillance cameras, but his body didn’t care. Goose bumps rose on his skin from the contact.
He nuzzled her neck and asked, “How did you know I was here?”
“I came to investigate the American visitor. I carried in your dinner tray and saw your name and address on your luggage tag. I take it you’re not undercover, so what the fuck are you doing here?”
It was a simple enough question, though he had trouble forming an answer while she slid her hands over his ass and pressed her body against his.
Matt sucked in a breath and tried to think. “I’m working at Al Minhad Air Base on one of our programs they’re using there. Why are you here? And in a frigging harem?”
She pulled back so her gaze met his. “I can’t say.”
Matt frowned. He had the highest clearance there was. She should realize that. “You don’t know if you can trust me?”
Sam leaned close again. “I do know that you’re going to expose me and get me killed if you don’t start playing the part of the horny American with the harem girl.”
He knew she was right, but that still didn’t make it feel less strange or wrong. Or so disturbingly good.