I never believed I could be someone’s type… least of all his. Yet I became his only obsession. She was never supposed to be on his radar. The curvy baker with frosting on her lips and insecurities in her eyes. He was the tattooed biker who swore he didn’t like sweets— until he tasted her. Now he can’t stay away. Not from her soft body, not from her tempting curves, not from the fire she hides behind her sweetness. To him, she isn’t a guilty pleasure. She’s an obsession he’ll ride or kill for.