Title: THE MIGHTY QUINNS: IAN
Ian didn't need to be told twice. He wrapped her legs around his waist and picked her up. Finding the stairs behind the small kitchen, he carried her up to her room and set her on her bed. Then he drew the sheet up over her, covering her flushed skin.
"Take your clothes off and join me," she said, rolling over to one side and pushing up on her elbow. Then, with a seductive smile, she patted the pillow next to her.
"I can't," Ian replied, sitting next to her and caressing her leg through the sheet. "I'm on duty."
Marisol groaned. "No, no. Call your boss and tell him you won't be in."
Ian chuckled. "I am the boss and I have an example to set. But I'll be back." He bent and kissed her. "You'd better pay that ticket, Miss Arantes, or the next time I see you, I'll have to slap the cuffs on you and drag you down to the station."
Marisol pouted playfully, then moved her hand up his leg to rest at a very strategic spot. He drew in a quick breath. Ian knew his body was betraying him, revealing just how hard it was for him to walk away from her.
But all she said was, "Yes, Officer. I'll definitely look forward to that..."