Willis Moore is a detective with the Richmond City police department. A case he was involved with went down badly and he was given a month's sabbatical to pull himself together after the death of his informant, a young man named Teabag, with whom Will had let himself become sexually involved.<br><br>Back on the force now, Will finds himself drawn to another street punk, a hustler named Corey, who seeks police assistance to protect his "boys" from a violent attacker. He and Corey work well together, and Will dares to hope their relationship might be heading toward something more. But he still can't seem to shake the feeling he will eventually fail to protect the hustler ... the same way he failed to save Tea.

Tricked Out

Across the table, Corey said softly, “Hey.”


Will realized he was zoning out. Frowning at the report in front of him, he tried to focus on getting through the form. “Address?”


Corey’s reply was a question of his own. “What’s your name?”


For a moment, Will didn’t want to answer. But his badge hung at his hip, and the guy could always find out from Janine. “Detective Moore,” he said. “I need your address—”


“You want me to call you that?” Corey wanted to know. A slow grin burned across his face, and he shut his eyes as his lips parted. A lustful moan escaped him, and in a bedroom voice, he sighed, “More, Detective. More.”


Thatdid wicked things to Will’s libido. “Stop it,” he hissed, embarrassed at the heat that flushed his cheeks. 


Chapter 11