James Ogilvie knows his wife is meant for stronger men. In the echoing halls of the national tennis center, Philippa's bold stride turns heads, and her unapologetic gaze on the champion sends heat through James's old scar as he handles their joint logistics.

She needs their alliance to survive the circuit, yet in the locked equipment room she directs him with commanding sensuality. Philippa guides his hands and makes him describe the rival claiming her, her body moving with deliberate rolls that feed his hidden hunger for the sight of her being taken.

The automatic lock on the equipment room is the only privacy they have. Her craving for the champion will test every boundary of their partnership before the contract is signed. And she has already told James where to stand.