Desperate times call for desperate measures-or that's what I keep telling myself in my quest to have a baby. Three years after losing my husband, I'm not ready for another relationship, but the clock is against me. I can't afford expensive fertility treatments, so I'm on the hunt for men I can milk dry. His sculpted abs and gorgeous eyes ignite every nerve ending in my body. He tempts me with an offer I'm not sure I can refuse. He'll give me exactly what I crave, over and over again, as long as I agree to be his obedient toy. Am I willing to make this agreement to get what I want? The way my body responds to him says that I will. And when I drag him back to my apartment for a trial run, his dirty talk almost melts my panties off. After just one taste of what he's offering, I'm eager to beg him to fill me up. But the more time I spend with him, the harder it is to remember this is just an arrangement. Someone needs to tell my heart that we can't fall for a guy who isn't looking for a relationship and doesn't want the responsibility of being a father. I'm not sure how long I'm going to need him, but it's going to be one hell of a ride-and hopefully my heart is still intact at the end.