“supposed I should mentally apologize to Quinn for thinking the worst of him…. Okay, sorry, Quinn.” — Tinnean Copy Share Image
“Portia Mann frowned at me. “Have you and my son broken up again? When I told him he should be the one… — Tinnean Copy Share Image
“Kinky!” he murmured against my lips. “Very funny, Hedley Lamarr.” He burst into pleased laughter. “No one ever gets my impressions!” — Tinnean Copy Share Image
“Here’s to you, here’s to me, and here’s to the space between us. One of us has to go.’” He met my… — Tinnean Space Copy Share Image
“At the word “elegant,” I got a funny feeling in my… no, of course not my heart. It was just those damned… — Tinnean Acid reflux Copy Share Image
“Sometime during the night, I roused enough to reach sleepily for Quinn. He’s not here, my subconscious grumbled, and I came completely… — Tinnean Copy Share Image
“Quinn turned away to walk out of the room, and he looked so good my cock leaped to attention. I say we… — Tinnean Copy Share Image
“I’d warned that fucking flea-bitten, sway-backed, hay-burning refugee from a glue factory that I had a gun and had no problem using… — Tinnean Copy Share Image
