Dante is my father’s business associate. My mother’s best friend. My brother’s playmate. And, my… sexy sin. *** Cicelle McCartney has always seen Dante Damaso in black business suits on any given day. That’s any day. At night, he wears sexy cotton boxers, underneath which he hides such promising pleasure that makes Cicelle come for more. And, her panties are already soaking. What was supposed to be an undisruptive mistake brings forth many awkward lunches and brow-sweating dinners clouded with undeniable sexual tension between them. So much is at stake. Sure enough, she’s not interested in him. But, how can she forget how amazing he felt over her, under her - inside her? And, if by any chance, are the feelings mutual?