If ever Ian had needed the power of mind over body, it was now. He wrestled with his arousal, forcing it back down. He didn’t need his libido ruining things right now. He needed to be calm and cool and logical.
He fixed his gaze on a boat anchored in the middle of the bay. Dusk was closing in, turning the mountains into looming shadows. A light twinkled to life on the tip of the boat’s rigging, then another one inside the wheelhouse. It bobbed out there on the water, a brave solitary flag of life raised against the incoming darkness.
Focus achieved.
What had Chrissie asked him? Are we f*****g or are we just f*****g around out here? She’d thrown the question at him like an athlete hurling a javelin. And of course, being someone who liked answers to questions, he wanted to oblige her.
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