Royce Ashford.
The hottest man I'd ever met.
The first man I'd fallen for.
I'd had a crush on my best friend's older brother for as long as I could remember. His charm and sex appeal could seduce a saint, never mind a sex-crazed woman.
With his cocky grin, broad shoulders, and filthy mouth, he was a heartbreaker in a leather jacket. And the leading man in every single one of my naughty fantasies.
The first time I kissed him, we ended up locked in the friend zone. Apparently my make-out skills left much to be desired. In my defense, I was too young and inexperienced back then.
I'd grown up and totally gotten over him.One tiny problem.
I was falling for him all over again. My lustful imagination, raging hormones, and accidental glimpses of Royce's nakedness weren't helping. Neither were the rumors of Royce's kinky tendencies.
But I refused to be a footnote in Royce's life. If we were doing this, we'd do it all.
We'd go all the way.