Quinton Mann and Mark Vincent are settling into a relationship that shouldn’t be possible. After all, Quinn is CIA, while Mark belongs to the WBIS, an agency labeled by others in the intelligence community as being staffed by sociopaths. Somehow, in spite of that, they seem to be making it work.<br><br>Surprisingly, it isn’t work that separates them but family matters and a friend’s plea for help when his partner is kidnapped. Quinn is off to London, while Mark heads for Los Angeles to solve the kidnapping. Then Mark gets called to Paris by Femme of the Division, where things are not as they seem. Quinn, thinking to meet Mark in Paris, ends up coming to Mark's rescue. Back in the States, Mark fights taking time to recover from being shot while events are happening at the CIA that could endanger both Quinn and his best friend, DB.<br><br>Between family, friends, and Mark, how will Quinn make the opportunity to talk to Mark about moving in together and even starting a family?

Mann of My Dreams Book 2: Things Happen That Way

“Damn it!” My hands were trembling, and I couldn’t open it.


“Easy, babe. Easy,” he murmured, and he stroked my hair, grounding me.


I tore open the packet with my teeth, took out the condom, and rolled it over his cock. He hooked an arm under my thigh, opening me to his touch, and I shivered as his slicked fingers slid into me and found my prostate.


His lips on mine cut off my words. Well, there was time. Or was I just being a coward about revealing my feelings?


“Ready, babe?” he asked against my lips.


This time he had both arms under my thighs, and he raised me up. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his hips, and I angled back so he could enter me.


Would there ever come a time when I wouldn’t enjoy the feel of his cock surging inside me, nudging past my prostate and plumbing my depths?


No. I ran my lips up the curve of his throat, nipping and sucking as I went. 


Chapter 15