SPENCER STARK I have three rules. No kissing. No sleepovers. And absolutely, positively no catching feelings. The rules exist for a reason.
I don’t do relationships, I don’t do attachments, and I definitely don’t do straight men looking to take a walk on the wild side. Cue Ryan Buterbaugh walking into my life.
A hot, relentless, slutty short-wearing golden retriever of a man that’s entirely too good at getting under my skin. He’s everything I avoid. And worst of all? He doesn’t scare off.
No matter how many lines I draw, he keeps stepping closer—completely unaware or simply not afraid of what will happen if I let him in. But I know better. I should have known better.
Because the second I start breaking my rules for him, I don’t know if I can survive it. What I do know for certain…if anyone hurts him, I will end them.
