He's the hot single dad next door. My brother's best friend . . . And I want him to be my lover.



From the first time I meet Leo Montgomery, I know that I'm in trouble. His dark, heated gaze skittering down my body sets my skin on fire. A rare sighting of his elusive, heart-stopping smile and—dear lord—I think I just ovulated. But then, he hires me to babysit his adorable little troublemaker after school and now my maternal instincts are working overtime.



It was never supposed to be more than a harmless crush on my older brother's best friend. But (accidentally) showing him my enormous, red granny panties was probably my first mistake. (Apparently, he's into that sort of thing.) That slow, sensual kiss on the back porch didn't help matters, either.



We need an outlet for the combustible sexual tension between us. There's no denying it. But he says he can't be my boyfriend. He won't let me into his closely guarded heart.



I tell him that's okay. After all, we don't need a title. We don't need to be together. We can just be lovers. Can't we?



Well, as it turns out, the road to hell is paved with good intentions . . . and enormous, red granny panties.



Contains mature themes.