Our relationship starts off like a bad joke.
A gorgeous guy walks into a bar and says to me, “Do you want to F#ck?” and damn if I don’t say yes.
And that should have been it—the punch line.
We never should’ve seen each other again.
Only we do.
Turns out sex on a stick, Ryder Wilde, is more than an orgasm-giver. He’s a player. Not just any either. A Major League Baseball pitcher. And damn, I want to be his catcher.
Except he doesn’t want to play any games or follow my rules:
No falling in love.
Because he’s used to winning … and wants to claim me as his prize.
His mission is to own me, body and soul, no matter how much I push him away.
Powerless to stop him, I can only hope my heart isn’t another casualty of his fastball