For me, having a ridiculously wealthy husband means living a cold and lonely life. The only man who’s always there for me is Laurence. My bodyguard and confidante. The closest thing I have to a friend. Only, friendship is nowhere near enough for me. And as it turns out, this big, sexy beast of a man feels the same way. I know we shouldn’t. He’s risking his career, and I’m risking my joke of a marriage. But I need him to do so much more than guard my body. I need him to own it.