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

“Mark? What the hell are you doing?”


Shit! I hadn’t realized I’d been talking out loud. “Nothing.” I rolled the condom on and carefully coated it with lube.


I lined up my cock with Quinn’s hole and began a steady push.


“No! Just—It’s been—Don’t stop!”


“I’m not stopping, baby. I’m gonna make you come so hard you’ll feel like you’ve shattered into a million pieces, and when I come…” He’d feel as if I’d put him back together. “…you’re gonna feel it all the way to your throat.” I nuzzled his jaw, then nipped it gently. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”


“Full! Oh my God, so full! How much more—”


“Almost there, baby. Ahhh!” And then I was balls-deep in Quinn, in my lover. I gave him a few minutes to adjust to my invasion before I began thrusting in a steady rhythm.


Each brush of my abdomen over his cock left a trail of precome on my groin, and I braced myself on my forearms and undulated my hips. I was gonna fucking drive him wild.


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