**I should have looked away. I shouldn’t have watched.
Except I did, and now, him and his, uh, *diving board* are all I can think about…**
I moved back to LA to start over after my divorce. Single, semi-retired after selling my lingerie company, and looking for a little peace and quiet by the pool.
Except that’s before I get a glimpse of something I never should have seen—the boy next door, in his bedroom, through my bathroom window. Four years ago, Mason Dunn was a cutie with an infectious smile. Now, the boy next door is *all* grown up.
Grown up, panty-meltingly gorgeous, and apparently, hung like a freaking horse.
He’s completely inappropriate. He’s utterly off-limits. Not to mention, he’s my next door neighbor’s *son*. But when the tables get turned, and it’s *Mason* who catches me with my hands where they shouldn’t be, I might be helpless to say anything but please.
He’s nine years my junior, but he’s perfectly legal. He’s perfectly yummy, too. The boy next door grew the *f* *k* up, and I might be in big trouble.
Huge, throbbing, coated in suntan oil, and endlessly hard *trouble*.
What *ever* is a girl to do?
*Sun’s out, buns out. Dive on in to the summer fling you never saw coming. Inappropriate? Yup. Filthy AF? You betcha. Grab a tall glass of something and a fan; things are about to get hot and sweaty. Safe, no cheating, and HEA guaranteed.*