That Christmas Eve

He is my brother’s best friend?

That hunk of muscle attached to a killer smile and light-my-fire eyes? That billionaire who sizzles my insides every time he says my name?

I didn’t have a choice. I got him alone during our Christmas Eve party, and I told him to unwrap his gift. Me.

But Josiah left me with an unexpected gift of his own. A bouncing baby that’s the spitting image of him.

I can’t believe my family hasn’t figured it out.

They think I’m some sex-crazed maniac who can’t say no to men.

But Josiah’s the only one I’ve ever really wanted.

And now he’s back. And I’m f*cked.

Because I still want him. And I know he still wants me.

But bad boys don’t want babies, they want babes.

Can I tell him the truth without losing him forever?