Accomplished, acerbic, and infamously attractive CEO Gus Winter is finally going to sell his company to Davenport-Ridgeway—a move insiders have anticipated for fifteen years. It’s the deal of the century. On the other hand, jet-setting socialite Julia Ridgeway, whose billionaire father is the Chairman of Davenport-Ridgeway, couldn’t care less about the acquisition if she tried. So, it’s no surprise she doesn’t realize the insanely hot man she verbally decimated at her father’s birthday party just so happens to be—you guessed it—Gus Winter. Now, Gus refuses to sell his company…unless Julia spends one night with him.

But what Gus doesn’t realize is that nobody can tell Julia Ridgeway what to do. Not her billionaire father, not her ambitious older brother, and definitely not Gus. She’ll agree to Gus’s terms, but there’s no way she’s going to make it easy.But that’s perfect because Gus had zero intention of making it easy for the quick-witted heiress who rejected him either.

With everything riding on these two alphas (who couldn’t have less in common…other than a magnetic, ravenous, physical attraction to the other) the deal is uncertain. In fact, only one thing is certain: Julia and Gus both pissed off the wrong billionaire.

I'm not a good man, and I've never pretended to be. I don't believe in goodness or God or any happy ending that isn't paid for in advance. In fact, I've got my own personal holy trinity: in the name of money, sex, and Macallan 18, amen.

So when the gorgeous, brilliant Zenny Iverson asks me to teach her about sex, I want to say yes, I really do. Unfortunately, there are several reasons to say no—reasons that even a very bad man like myself can't ignore.

1. She's my best friend's little sister.
2. She's too young for me. Like way too young.
3. She's a nun. Or about to be anyway.

But I want her. I want her even with my best friend and God in the way, I want to teach her and touch her and love her, and I know that makes me something much worse than a very bad man.

It makes me a sinner.