I have no idea why I kissed the sexy stranger in a perfectly fitted suit right there in the corner of a deserted bar in the middle of the day. But I needed that kiss. I'd been lost for so many reasons and that kiss had woken me up. After the kiss, I'd simply thanked him and left before he could stop me. Not that I think he would have followed. I could read him, the arrogant, good looking, kind of guy, who women lined up to kiss. It was probably just another normal day for him. But nothing was normal for me at all that day, certainly not my boldness. But my life is being turned upside down, and desperate people do desperate things, to feel something other than panic and fear. That's what I wanted that day. To feel something else. And can I not want that? I'm under attack by a volatile ex in all kinds of ways I never believed possible. I'm alone in the battle, so very alone, and I need help. I decide that means an attorney. That has become impossible to avoid. That's when I walk into one of the top firms in the city, the only caliber of firm that can face the power behind my ex, and there is the man I kissed, one of the partners himself. The kiss wasn't nothing to him at all and he's as obsessed with me and I am him. Which is bad news and a bad idea right now. The problem is that he's everything I need right now—strong, passionate, good looking—but I am everything he doesn't need. I tell him, too. The trouble I'm in is dangerous. But he won't listen. He won't stop kissing me. He won't stop protecting me. But who will protect him? Previously published as the Dirtier Duet (His Demand and Her Submission).