SPENCER STARK
I have three rules.
No kissing.
No sleepovers.
And absolutely, positively no catching feelings.
The rules exist for a reason. I don’t do relationships, I don’t do attachments, and I definitely don’t do straight men looking to take a walk on the wild side.
Cue Ryan Buterbaugh walking into my life. A hot, relentless, slutty short-wearing golden retriever of a man that’s entirely too good at getting under my skin.
He’s everything I avoid. And worst of all? He doesn’t scare off. No matter how many lines I draw, he keeps stepping closer—completely unaware or simply not afraid of what will happen if I let him in.
But I know better. I should have known better. Because the second I start breaking my rules for him, I don’t know if I can survive it.
What I do know for certain…if anyone hurts him, I will end them.