Rascal by K.D. Elizabeth

I’m the good brother. The one you go to when you need help moving. The person who’ll pick you up at the airport when you land at two in the morning—even if it’s an hour away. The guy you ask to help with your tax returns even though I’m not even an accountant.
I’m essentially the golden boy. I even have the platinum blond hair to match my squeaky clean personality. If you need something from me, I’ll pretty much never say no.
It’s worked well for most of my life. I’ve got a comfortable and fulfilling job; I own my own house; the entire community respects me. That’s all great. A testament to my own hard work and the fact that I was raised right. Really, I’d have nothing to complain about except this one little inconvenience.
I haven’t gotten laid in eight months.
And you know what? Being good just doesn’t have much of an appeal anymore. I’d like to be a little bad, too. A little reckless. And there’s no one I’d love to get a little down and dirty with more than Cassie Taylor, my life-long friend and the world’s best baker. I’d taste her goodies every day of the week.
If only she didn’t have this pesky notion that it would ruin our friendship.