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

His tongue met mine, thrust and teased, parried and challenged, and he echoed my groan. His cock prodded my inner thighs, while mine nudged the crease where his hip and thigh joined, but the material of our trousers was in the way, interfering with our pleasure.


“Naked.” I groaned. “I want you naked.”


Quinn tossed my loosened tie over his shoulder while I went to work undoing his tie, which I left dangling. We undid buttons, unfastened belts, unzipped zippers, kissing all the while.


And I almost lost my mind just from kissing him.


“Goddammit,” I muttered against his mouth as my pants got tangled by my shoes and I nearly fell on my face.


His laugh was breathless. He wasn’t having as much trouble with his clothes, since he’d already removed his shoes. He tugged off his shirt and shoved his pants and shorts down his legs, and somehow he managed to keep his mouth on mine all the while.


Chapter 30