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

Finally, he drew back and licked his fingers clean, then leaned over me and gave my cock a lick. “How’s that for a start?”


I swallowed, blinked, and then blinked again. “Good start.” All those blind idiots who didn’t see the passionate man for the cool exterior he presented.


He sighed. “I guess I’d better get dressed.” He got up, pulled on his shorts, and looked at me expectantly.


“Oops. Sorry.” I rolled off his shirt and handed it to him. “Did they get wrinkled?”


“It doesn’t matter. I have a closet full.”


I watched as he dressed. I could see the hairs under his arms as he slid his arms into the sleeves of his shirt. Once the view of his chest was concealed, I rolled off the bed and handed him his trousers.


By the time I had tucked my cock back in my pants and zipped my fly, he was stepping into his shoes.


He nodded and picked up his suitcase. Downstairs, he slung his overcoat over his arm, and we went out to my car.


Chapter 69