I took a Chance on my bad boy stepbrother... ...he took me on the floor. At the hotel pool. The beach. My innocence. We had a deal. Just one time, and nothing more, and I'll never forget the memory of his rock hard body over mine, his hard muscles clenching as he claimed me, as he made me scream out in pleasure. I don't need some MMA cage-fighting bad boy thinking I'm his, even if he makes my panties melt. I definitely don't need to be sharing a room with him on a family vacation for two weeks. Alone. But then things go horribly wrong, and Chance is the only one who can get us out. Before, I hated wanting him. Now, I just hate that I need him to save my life. —- I turned a good girl bad... I'm not looking for a wife, just a hot lay. I wanted a taste of Cassie the second I saw her. Hit it and quit it never sounded so damned good. If only it stayed that way. Now, she's my stepsister, and knowing she's off limits just makes me want her more. I can't even look at her without wanting to tear her clothes off and feel her uncoiling around me. Without wanting to take every sweet inch of her again. And again. When I hear her old man's gotten her into trouble with the mafia, I lose it. I'll do anything to protect her, make her mine, and tame her lips for good. Nobody endangers what's mine. I'll never abandon what's mine.