Off limits isn’t my style. Sierra
Set. Spike. Broken.
Pierce is everything I’m not supposed to want. But I might as well have had a big red X on my forehead that stamped me as a traitor against my team.
When the hottest volleyball player on the sand hurt his knee, I couldn’t stop myself from helping him.
It should have stopped there.
Only it didn’t.
The last man standing. That’s what my teammates called me. I swore I’d never let a woman trap me.
Until Rio. Until one injury during the biggest match of my life landed me in the lap of the sexiest woman I’d ever met.
Only she wasn’t on our side. And she was completely off limits.
Except, I’m constantly pushing the limits. On and off the sand.