The New Year of 2002 starts off with a literal bang, when Mark Vincent is called to WBIS headquarters and learns the Washington Bureau of Intelligence and Security has been disbanded. He's not happy with the situation, but he's ready to make his own way in the intelligence waters of DC. However, when Trevor Wallace, known as The Boss, requests he accept the CIA's offer of a job, Mark reluctantly agrees. He isn't surprised to find working for the CIA is exactly what he expected, with the Company not allowing him to do his job. Mark lets his resentment be known as he's partnered with one officer after another, with no success. As a result, he's determined to leave the CIA, in spite of his promise to the man whose opinion he valued so highly.<br><br>Quinton Mann is viewed as royalty in the intelligence community. He had a run-in with Mark Vincent a few years before, while Vincent was still senior special agent for the WBIS, and Quinn had developed a healthy respect for him. Now, however, it's his turn to partner with the man considered by the alphabet agencies to be a sociopath.<br><br>Quinn can see what the problem is, and he's aware Vincent might not remain CIA for long. Now, the year is drawing to a close. Will a drink on Christmas Eve change things for both men?

No One Should Be Alone

“Being under you is something else for me to get used to?” I took my hand away, but before he could object, I ran my palm over the front of his trousers, and he stifled a groan. He was really hard. “Make a right at this light. Y’know, I think a fire would be nice, especially on a cold night like tonight, and especially since I’m gonna strip your clothes off.”


“Oh, you have a fireplace?” Everything I’d said, and he chose to focus on the fireplace? I bit back a laugh. He was trying so hard to show he was indifferent to my words, but his cock didn’t lie.


“Yeah, I’ve got a fireplace.” And I intended to start a fire not only in the fireplace but in him as well. I kept my eyes on him and smiled. “I have a rug in my living room, by the way.”


“In front of your fireplace? Or was that a metaphorical fireplace?”


“Oh, it’s real. I’m looking forward to having you on the rug.”


Chapter 26