Our relationship starts off like a bad joke. A gorgeous guy walks into a bar and says to me, “Do you want to F#ck?” and damn if I don’t say yes. And that should have been it—the punch line. We never should’ve seen each other again. Only we do. Turns out sex on a stick, Ryder Wilde, is more than an orgasm-giver. He’s a player. Not just any either. A Major League Baseball pitcher. And damn, I want to be his catcher. Except he doesn’t want to play any games or follow my rules: No relationships. No falling in love. Because he’s used to winning … and wants to claim me as his prize. His mission is to own me, body and soul, no matter how much I push him away. Powerless to stop him, I can only hope my heart isn’t another casualty of his fastball.