Because one look in his hungry eyes and I know he feels the same.

Tate is clearly trouble, and not just with the law.

I thought that a hardened man like Tate would only ever see me as a girl, an off-limits kid due to my age, lacking experience, and of course there is my dad.

But when my dad’s best friend stops by for Thanksgiving dinner he doesn’t just come for a meal. He comes for his prize. Me.

I’m thankful for a lot of things this Thanksgiving day, but none more than my dad’s best friend…my man…my everything.

    I graduated from New England College, right here in Boston. And I’ve never had an orgasm.” When I admit this awful truth about myself to my co-workers, the worst possible thing happens. It gets back to my boss -- Nixon Blake, the six feet tall, ripped, chiseled founder of the internet’s biggest search engine. He’s a man with a jaw that could cut glass, the perfect amount of stubble, and ice blue eyes that could cause your blood to freeze in your veins. And then there’s his dark, wavy hair that looks like it would be heaven to run your fingers through. He’s also a tech billionaire. When I go to apologize, Nixon Blake isn’t having any of it. I think he’s for sure going to fire me, but then he does something completely unexpected. He rises from his chair and comes toward me. His feet fall heavy on the floor, and I’m surprised the room doesn’t shake with the force of his gait. Everything about him says he knows how big and powerful he is. He stops right in front of me, so close that I have to look up to keep eye contact. “You want to know something about me that would surprise you?” His voice is low, forcing me to be completely still. I can barely breathe, and so instead of a response, I just nod. There’s the tiniest spark of fire behind his icy eyes. “I’ve spent nearly every second since your little declaration,” he says, his tongue rolling over the word, “thinking about all the different ways I could make you come.” I am so screwed…