Thrust Under by Michelle A. Valentine

Gabriel Carter is the biggest, cockiest asshole I’ve ever met.
He’s six-foot-three inches of ex-baseball player–sexy muscles and smoldering looks that turn my body into a traitorous mess.
Did I mention he’s also the reason business at my family’s hotel is quickly going down the drain?

I shouldn’t want him, but try explaining that to my body. Especially after he proposes a business deal to me that will be mutually rewarding–both financially and sexually.
Sleep with the enemy?

Nah, I’ll just marry the bastard instead.