Slightly Reckless
Irresistable, Book 1
She was meant to be collateral damage in his revenge scheme.
Instead, she became his obsession.
Tia Massey never expected to be the girl who gets the fairy tale.
As the overlooked friend with curves that don’t fit society’s mold, she’s focused on building a meaningful life through her career — not romance.
Until she pulls a reckless Greek billionaire from a wrecked car on a deserted mountain road.
Santo Christakis lives for three things:
Racing cars at dangerous speeds.
Defying his father’s expectations.
And executing the perfect revenge on the ex who shattered his ego.
When her best friend saves his life, he sees the perfect opportunity to strike back:
Seduce Tia. Flaunt their relationship. Discard her.
But Tia isn’t what he expected.
She’s genuine. Brilliant. Disarmingly real.
As their explosive chemistry spirals into something neither of them planned, Santo must decide what matters more:
Revenge… or the only woman who’s ever made him want to be worthy of love.
Santo came up behind me, his chest pressing against my back, his arms wrapping around my waist. I could feel his hard length pressing into me, making me ache for something I had never done.
“I’m going to Japan next week,” he murmured, his breath hot on my ear. “Come with.”
I swallowed hard, trying to focus despite the warmth of his body and the insistent pressure of his erection. “I don’t have a passport,”
“That’s a shame,” he whispered, before turning me to face him. His eyes held mine captive. “I need to kiss you,” he said, “for all the times I won’t be able to when I’m gone.”
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. He kissed me, deep and passionate, his hands threading through my hair, pulling me closer. Between kisses, he whispered against my mouth, “Four days without you... might kill me.”
“I’m sure you’ll find another girl there to kiss,” I teased.
Santo growled, his eyes darkening as he backed me against the weathered stone wall. His palm pressed flat against the wall beside my head, caging me in. His other hand curled possessively around my hip, pulling me against him, making me feel every inch of his hardness.
“There’s only one woman I want,” he said. “And she’s standing right here.”
I should have pushed him away. Should have reminded him of his past relationship with Kat. Should have done anything except arch my body into his.
“Santo,” I whispered, but it wasn’t a protest. It was permission, a plea for more.
He captured my mouth again, harder this time, demanding. My notebook clattered to the ground as I gripped his head, pulling him closer. His lips blazed a trail of fire down my neck, his hands exploring my body, making me ache with need.
“Christ, aggelé mou,” he murmured against my throat. “You make me forget everything.”
