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

“Dinner tonight is out. I’m sorry.” There was real regret in his voice. “I’m out on the West Coast, paying a visit to my uncles. Since that matter we’d discussed over the weekend is internal, I wanted to run it by them.”


Quinn was a straightforward type, and him being cryptic was interesting. And a turn-on. If he’d been here, I’d have kissed him stupid and then fucked him over my desk.


“I have a return flight for tomorrow afternoon. That was the only one I could get at such short notice. I know, you could do better, but I’m trying to fly under the radar here.” I grinned at how aggrieved he sounded. “I should be back in town for the ball, but I may be late. I’m looking forward to next week.” His voice lowered, deepened. “Pack light. All you really need is your toothbrush. I plan on us being naked for most of the week—”


My face felt flushed, and my cock got hard.


He became serious. “I’ve been sleeping well. Other than missing you. Take care of yourself, okay? Bye, babe.”


Chapter 52