Humbled

If I were the kind of man who carved actual notches into my bedpost for every new partner who landed between my sheets, I wouldn't have a bed left to show for it.

GRAYSON

I know my way around the bedroom and the playroom, so I should have known that flirting with my older--and dominant--boss was a recipe for disaster. But by the time I realize I'm in over my head with the disgustingly rich and perfectly commanding Robert McAvoy, it's too late to turn back. I want him and I crave the way he m...