Mark Vincent has risen from senior special agent to Director of Interior Affairs in the WBIS. Lately, life has been sweet for him -- in addition to his promotion, he's found a partner in Quinton Mann, who can almost match his ability in the intelligence field, in spite of the fact Quinn's CIA. Mark has also found a condo in Alexandria with the help of Portia Mann, Quinn's mother, and it's closer to Quinn's town house than Mark's present apartment. Sweetest of all, Mark plans to take Quinn to his island in the Caribbean for the holidays.<br><br>Quinn's glad he has the holiday with Mark to look forward to -- something is going on at Langley, and he feels he's being kept out of the loop. To make matters even worse, useless missions and sleepless nights filled with nightmares are leaving him exhausted. But then his mother's life if threatened, and Quinn discovers the accident that resulted in her hospitalization was no accident. The obsessively self-absorbed Senator Wexler is involved, and while Quinn considers himself a civilized man, now he's out for blood.<br><br>Up until this point, Mark has stayed out of Quinn's CIA business. But hurting Quinn and those he loves isn't a smart move, and Mark has every intention of seeing Wexler pays. Quinn demands to come along, and while Mark isn't happy, he finally agrees, and they set out together to deal with the senator. There's just one catch: this will be the first time Quinn sees Mark at his deadly best, and Mark isn't sure how his lover will react.

Forever

“So what happens then?” I should have known not to push him, but I hadn’t become a senior special agent by not pushing.


“Richard shoots you between the eyes. The bullet blows out the back of your head.” He turned his face away, and the movement caused his cheek to brush against my arm, leaving behind moisture.


Quinn couldn’t sleep because in his nightmare I was killed? “Oh, baby….”


“Fuck me, Mark.” He shifted, spread his legs, and I fell into the space between them. He gripped my waist with his knees. “Please, Mark,” he whispered against my neck, and I shivered from the moist warmth. “Take me now.”


My cock was at his hole, and all it would take for me to be inside him was just a single thrust of my hips.


There would be nothing between us, no latex barrier, nothing to blunt his heat and tightness, the feel of his internal muscles clenching and relaxing, caressing my cock. I’d be surrounded by him, and when I came, he’d be filled with my semen.


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