Kinks of a Billionaire

Royce Ashford.

The hottest man I'd ever met.

The first man I'd fallen for.

I'd had a crush on my best friend's older brother for as long as I could remember. His charm and sex appeal could seduce a saint, never mind a sex-crazed woman.

With his cocky grin, broad shoulders, and filthy mouth, he was a heartbreaker in a leather jacket. And the leading man in every single one of my naughty fantasies.

The first time I kissed him, we ended up locked in the friend zone. Apparently my make-out skills left much to be desired. In my defense, I was too young and inexperienced back then. I'd grown up and totally gotten over him.

Until my engagement fell apart and Royce swooped in like my very own Prince Charming, saving me again.

One tiny problem.

I was falling for him all over again. My lustful imagination, raging hormones, and accidental glimpses of Royce's nakedness weren't helping. Neither were the rumors of Royce's kinky tendencies.

But I refused to be a footnote in Royce's life. If we were doing this, we'd do it all.

We'd go all the way.