Falling head-first into the wrong womanโs bed was not how Reed Bishopโs night was supposed to go. Now a gorgeous, half-naked ballet dancer was threatening his manhoodโฆwith a book. He canโt blame her. It wasnโt how it seemedโhe 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 thatโs how he got himself into this mess.
Now sheโs 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 wonโt touch her like thatโฆbut he canโt ignore his fantasies.
As a tattooed, muscled DEA Agent, Reedโs seen some things. Drug dealers, murderersโฆHe canโt let Talia get close. Even though sheโs made it clear theyโre both fighting the same hunger. And he definitely canโt use his handcuffs on herโฆno matter how much she begs.
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