Why are the cocky ones always the hardest to resist? Because this man, this man is temptation personified. He’s six feet, four inches of rock-solid, golden muscles that are inked to perfection and proudly displayed every time he steps into the cage. And I’m the idiot who agreed to stay with him for the next few days.

Hudson “The King” Kingston knew he had a fight coming up when he risked himself to save me. How could I say no when he needed a friend to help him out? Because that’s exactly what we’ve always been—friends.

Friends who flirt, who tease. Friends who never cross that line. Ever. The problem is the more time we spend together, the more things shift between us. But no matter how much I wish he could be my first, he’s never been a relationship guy,
and I refuse to settle for anything less.

I know I can trust him with my life, but can I trust him with my heart?