I don’t do one-night stands, but I just served my ex divorce papers.
When my paddleboard floats into a gorgeous stranger’s dock and I subsequently accidentally pull him into the lake with me, I take it as a sign that maybe I should bend my rules.
What better way to celebrate than get under a man who makes superheroes look like they need to put more effort in at the gym?
He’s everything a woman could ask for: unbearably sexy, attentive and oh-so-giving between the sheets. Not to mention exceptionally endowed in the you-know-where department.
Maverick is the best bad decision I’ve ever made. That is until he shows up in the college class I’m teaching.
