Max by Sawyer Bennett

I really liked Max, the man was sexy, “you get my jeans open,” he growls at me, “I’m not going to be able to stop. I’m not a saint, Jules.” I loved the times Jules had to placate Max, "I slide my hand back down and pat Max on the chest. “Honey . . . while you are strong and manly in many ways, and while I get a little horny when you come riding to my rescue, I think in this instance it’s best not to stir the hornet’s nest, okay?” I loved this book, Max was such a great guy.