My brother got me a job working for his best friend.

And this big bad boss ISN'T keeping things professional.

I always thought my brother's best friend Dom was cute.

Tattoos. Broad shoulders. Rippling abs.

He's gorgeous and a bit scary. Okay, a lot scary.

His gruff voice is like something out of a filthy fantasy.

It has definitely crossed my mind.

Spending late nights together at his bar.

What might it feel like to be under him on the bar top?

Too bad my brother would kill us.

And my psycho ex made it clear he'd kill anyone who touches me.

I'm so glad I ran away from that stifling prick.

I guess I didn't run far enough…

When my ex finds me, Dom goes into alpha protector-mode.

And I don't hate it.

He's made it clear that he'll protect me at all cost.

I can't deny how safe I feel in his giant arms.

Now I'm in too deep, and I need him more than ever.

Especially now that I have to tell my brother he's going to be an uncle.