'Hi Monty. Wanna see my python?'



That's how I ended up in the bathroom of some dive bar with a stranger.



Me, Monty Andrews, the quintessential virgin girl next door.



I was so out of my element, but there was no denying our explosive attraction, even via text.



Commence Operation Bang Each Other Out of Our Systems, because that was all it was—unfinished business.



I had no intention of falling back into the sheets with the tattooed, muscly, dirty-in-the-best-kind-of-way single dad over and over again . . . but I did.



Everything was going great—until we discovered I was his son's teacher.



Contains mature themes.