Our relationship starts off like a bad joke.A gorgeous guy walks into a bar and says to me, "Do you want to F#ck?" and damn if I don't say yes.And that should have been it-the punch line.We never should've seen each other again.Only we do.Turns out sex on a stick, Ryder Wilde, is more than an orgasm giver. He's a player. Not just any either. A Major League Baseball pitcher. And damn, I want to be his catcher.Except he doesn't want to play any games or follow my rules:No relationships. No falling in love.Because he's used to winning ... and wants to claim me as his prize.His mission is to own me, body and soul, no matter how much I push him away.Powerless to stop him, I can only hope my heart isn't another casualty of his fastball.