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

“All right, babe.” He tugged on my ear and smiled. “Another time. Mark.” He waited until I faced him. His lips were puffy from my kisses, and if his mother hadn’t been lying in that bed not three feet from us, I’d have had him up against the wall, his pants down around his ankles and my cock up his ass.


He flushed, and I wondered if he’d been able to read my mind.


“You’re welcome. I’ll take this down with me, okay?” I picked up the bag with his mother’s coat.


“Thanks. I’ll meet you downstairs in about fifteen minutes?”


And in fifteen minutes, he walked out the front entrance, got into my car, and I drove to Alexandria. At that time of night there was no traffic; I made excellent time.


While Quinn showered, I laid out clean clothes for him and packed a suitcase. He’d told me his uncles had taken a suite at the Madison Arms, and he’d stay there with them rather than make the drive back and forth to Alexandria.


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