Baby Fever Love

ROBBI Once, Lucus Shaw was my everything. First kiss. First surrender. First man to promise me a ring, children, a life together. I remember his rogue smirk, his soul stinging kiss, the blistering words that always made him a little dangerous. I gave him my body for one insatiable night. He gave me secrets, heartbreak, and hatred. Friends, to lovers, to mortal enemies. Our tragic destiny. But I survived. Adapted. Moved on. Fate doesn't care. Luke's back, and I have to pretend we still have a Cinderella romance to save my career. LUKE I was her first, and I'll damned sure be her last. I made a promise. Robbi's an addiction I can't quit. A million of her icy looks won't make me forget what we had. This isn't over. Love never fades. I'll make our fake kisses real. It's not too late to have it all: my ring on her hand, my name on her lips, my baby in her. She'll beg for me again before we're done playing pretend. Oh, how she'll beg. Contains mature themes.

BEKAH He was just a hookup. I wasn't supposed to see him again. He wasn't supposed to be my boss. Or dad's new business partner. We weren't supposed to keep doing this, night after sheet-clenching, heart-pounding, lip-biting night. Look, I'm not stupid. Grant Shaw doesn't settle his gorgeous, cocky, billionaire self down with anyone. Especially not with me, the intern who could cost him everything. But I haven't told him the big secret yet-or should I say, the little one? GRANT Until her, I never broke my cardinal rule: one and done. I was the man who left them aching for more. I was Wall Street incarnate, too busy to wife up any woman. I was in control. Now? I've met obsession, and its name is Bekah. Obviously, she's wrong for me. Don't make me list all one hundred reasons why. Obviously, I don't give a damn. I need more. I can't let her turn to ice when we used to be fire. I'll have my way like always. Even if the price is torching every single rule in my book that says she's off-limits . . . Contains mature themes.