My fake husband found my list of forbidden fantasies—and now he’s determined to make all of them come true.
My list of fantasies was supposed to stay private. Then Luke Carter got his hands on it.
Yes, that Luke Carter—hockey’s hottest bad boy with a devastating grin, a body built to sin, and a reputation for breaking hearts. Now, thanks to a deal to save his image and rescue my family’s gallery, he’s also my fake husband.
The rules? Keep it professional. No feelings. No complications.
But Luke has never been one to follow the rules.
Skinny-dipping at midnight? Done.
Being tied-up and teased? Done.
Let’s just say the line between fake and real disappears faster than our clothes.
