It was a day like any other day as Quinn McLaren grabbed the sheets down from the line where they’d been hanging in the bright summer sun to dry. Taking them inside to make up the bed again, she sighed. She wished that Sean would come home soon. The bed was lonely without him in it. But her husband was a fisherman by trade, and in recent months, the catch had been slim pickings. So, he’d gone off with some of the other me...

Quinn trembled as her husband, Sean, opened the door. He was soaked to the bone and would surely not be pleased to see a strange man in his house, wearing his clothes. How in the world would she explain that the situation was more innocent than it appeared? But before she could say anything, Ronan approached the door to welcome Sean into his own home, thickly laying on the charm. “Hello to you, Sean, and welcome home. You...

Quinn bit her bottom lip shyly as she waited for Ronan to make a move. He took her hand gently and said, “I need to know that you really want this, darling Quinn. I’ll not touch you that way until I hear you ask me to bed you.” “I’ve already agreed to spread my legs for you, Ronan. But still, you’d have me beg? Fine then. I’m begging. I want—no, I need you to touch me everywhere; I need to feel you inside me. Make me scre...