Noah Westcott should come with a warning: Too Hot to Handle! The man is stunningly handsome with his embracing brown eyes and lips that make me want to kiss that smirk right off his face. How could I resist? I didn't. That was my first mistake. I blame him for the second. It should have been easy and fun. No strings attached. No feelings. As if he commanded it like he did me in the bedroom, I did exactly what I said I wouldn't. I fell for him. Two years later, the same man walks into my life. Again. A lot has changed. Not his devastating good looks, or that smug grin, but for me everything. Now that Noah's back-in my office and hanging around after hours-I can't get distracted. I must protect my secret-the one who calls me Mommy.