Deacon Hunter is domineering. Condescending. Infuriating.*
And yet I can't seem to keep my panties on for five minutes when we're alone together. He keeps melting them right off. With that sexy voice, those confident hands, the way he brings my body wildly to life, he's proved my libido hasn't gone into permanent, post-divorce hibernation after all.
Surely there's no harm in being enemies with benefits... Right?
***
When Violet Boden asks me to take her Divorce Virginity, the only thing I can think is-come again?*
No, seriously, come again. And again and again, until both of us are so satisfied we can't remember the people who did us wrong. Best if we keep conversation to a minimum, though, considering I drive her crazy. She drives me crazy sometimes, too.
But she's also sweet, loyal, fearless, and so much fun she's making it damn hard not to fall for her.
But how to convince a woman who's put me in the emotional no-fly zone that I deserve a place in her heart? As well as in her panties...
