They murdered the girl on our sex tape, and I might be next! My chances of survival are far-fetched, but I’m Sloan Ellington, New York’s number one billionaire playboy. I had my choice of deals, beautiful women, beach homes, and fast cars, until my path crossed with a notorious Mexican cartel boss and his sexy ex-girlfriend at a hot Miami nightclub. Now I’m scrambling to find a wife and have an heir to carry on my legacy before it is too late. Caitlyn Oliver was late for our meeting, but from the moment she stepped out of her car and slipped her feet into a pair of hooker-red stilettos, my junk twitched and operation save my legacy with a secret wife and baby was on. She wrote a perfect business plan and pitched her family’s little barbecue sauce deal to my venture capital firm. I made plans to bend her over my desk and whip some good loving on her. When I’m done kissing her red pouty lips, she will beg me to knock her up. After one kiss, I checked off everything on my future wife list, but there is always a but . Caitlyn is a sweet country girl from the backwoods of Mississippi with a smoking hot body, a sassy Southern twang, six overprotective kick-ass brothers, and a father who would knock my playboy ass back to New York if he got wind of my crazy plan. Seducing Caitlyn was working like a charm until we had to dodge bullets meant for me, and she said she was a virgin. I prefer the old cliché of a woman in the streets and a freak between the sheets, but time was of the essence, and Caitlyn was sweet, and I was too much of a playboy to walk away from sex that could be my last. I accepted my fate. My problems with the cartel would instantly put Caitlyn and my child in danger, and I didn’t want to risk that. Instead of running for the hills while the getting was good, Caitlyn offered her mind-reading Navy SEAL big brother to protect me. If I can survive any future attempts on my life until the FBI can put the cartel away, I promised to marry Caitlyn and treat her like a queen. Caitlyn reminded me time waits for no one. The likelihood of outrunning or outsmarting the cartel was not looking good when she pressed a sweet kiss to my lips, and led me to her bed.