“I should hate that mouth of yours,” his voice was low, almost a growl, as his hand pinned mine against the wall. His gaze was dark, hungry, dangerous. “But instead, all I can think about is kissing it silencing your sass until you’re moaning my name.” I glared up at him, refusing to flinch. “Newsflash,” I spat back, my voice trembling with more heat than I cared to admit. “You’re not man enough to make me moan. Now, get your filthy hands off me.” Bold words. Too bold. Because deep down, my body betrayed me. His nearness, his scent, the raw power rolling off him it was undoing me, unravelling every sane thought I had left. If he didn’t let go soon, I’d be the one pulling him in, crushing my lips to his, and sealing my own downfall. Carina Williams. That’s me. Sexy, stubborn, independent and the boss of my own cake shop. My world is sweet, steady, and mine. At least, it was… until he walked in. Evan Novell. Cold. Ruthless. Distant. A hotel mogul who commands empires and never accepts no for an answer. The kind of man women should run from. But here’s the problem. He doesn’t just want me. He’s determined to have me. And God help me… part of me wants him too.