Second Chance Bad Boy

WHAM! Tattoos, leather jacket, messy dark hair, and hands that ruined me once.

Yep, my bad boy ex is back in town.

Literally running into Dean Carter must have knocked me senseless.

The plan was to keep it professional.

Yet, here I am, backstage at our town’s charity gala, with his hands up my dress and his mouth devouring my moans.

But wait.

I can’t trust him.

He left me six years ago without a word.

But he places his lips to my ear, whispers how wet and ready I’ve always been for him.

Cocky. Infuriating.

And God help me—he’s right.

One glimpse of us together would send my brother swinging.

I should push him away.

But Dean swears he’ll stay.

He swears he’s mine.

If only I could believe he wouldn't ride off forever.