When my favorite aunt tells me her best friend, Max, is staying in my spare bedroom, I don’t think much about it.

Besides, I’m single and have zero responsibilities. A roommate is nothing. At least we can split the rent and other bills.

But when Max knocks on my front door, naked hunger flares in me, my heart kicking hard enough to hurt at the sight. Because there’s one thing dear aunt forgot to mention … Max is a girl.

No, scratch that.

She’s a woman. A gorgeous, green-eyed goddess.

Wicked desire buzzes beneath my skin, and the blood boils through my veins like acid, the maddening need to have her jolting through me.

Unfortunately, she’s a tough nut to crack, and it takes a lot to convince her she should go out with someone eight years younger than her and her best friend’s nephew to boot.

I am nothing if not persistent, so I do whatever I can to make her mine. I will stop if she tells me to. Until then, she will belong to me—heart, body, and soul.

After all, I’m never one to do anything by half measure.