Thrust Under

Gabriel Carter is the biggest, cockiest asshole I've ever met. He's a six-foot-three ex-baseball player with sexy muscles and smoldering looks that turn my body into a traitorous mess.

Did I mention he's also the reason business at my family's hotel is quickly going down the drain?

I shouldn't want him, but try explaining that to my body. Especially after he proposes a business deal to me that will be mutually rewarding - both financially and sexually.

Sleep with the enemy?

Nah, I'll just marry the bastard instead.