"Are you afraid?" "No," She gasped. The cuffs clicked against her skin, "You should be," He growled, tearing off her lace he exposed her to a burning passion that had her craving for more. The last thing Officer Blackhawk expected to find was a woman in his bed. She was intoxicating. Her scent-lavender and appealing. That was the best fuck he'd had in years! She was in need of help and he was willing to do anything to have her in his bed again. Here's the catch-she wants commitment. Something he's not game for. Clarissa needed him. She was dominated by him; his sinful body covered in gorgeous ink. When the thought of Blackhawk taking control, had her to her knees. He was her Dom. Yet, waking up to be fucked by a stranger wasn't part of her plan. However, once she'd gotten a taste of him she couldn't resist. Her boy needed a father and she needed love. Can Blackhawk give her the love she deserves?