Falling head-first into the wrong womanβs bed was not how Reed Bishopβs night was supposed to go. Now a gorgeous, half-naked ballet dancer was threatening his manhoodβ¦with a book. He canβt blame her. It wasnβt how it seemedβhe was just doing his job, tracking down his lead informant, who, unfortunately, took off, leaving him to figure out what to do with her friend. Staying in her apartment was no longer safe. And thatβs how he got himself into this mess.
Now sheβs sleeping in his bed while he tosses and turns on the couch. There are pink tights in his bathroom. Pointe shoes next to his boots. He swears he wonβt touch her like thatβ¦but he canβt ignore his fantasies.
As a tattooed, muscled DEA Agent, Reedβs seen some things. Drug dealers, murderersβ¦He canβt let Talia get close. Even though sheβs made it clear theyβre both fighting the same hunger. And he definitely canβt use his handcuffs on herβ¦no matter how much she begs.
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