Some things in life are inevitable; death, taxes, and lying-whoremongering men.
One woman could never be enough for one man.
So I traded in men for a Harley.
Nothing beats that kind of power between your legs.
Then I blinked.
And he was there.
Some things in life are inevitable; death, taxes, and badge bunnies willing to hop into my bed.
The only problem is I’m a one woman kind of man.
In my line of work, I’ve seen it all.
Nothing bothers me until I find a woman’s wrecked body.
Then she blinked.
And my world changed.
Now, I’ll never have enough of her.