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

“It’ll be fine, Spike.” Delilah smiled at him over her shoulder, a reassuring smile, and this wasn’t a party girl acting the part. She was concerned about him. Damn. I’d probably have to look into her murder. “I lubed up before you got here.”


“Okay.” He bit his lip. “If you’re sure?”


“Goddammit. Who’s in charge here?”


Pretty Boy reached forward and stroked Spike’s bleached hair. “It’ll be okay, baby.” He took Spike’s cock and centered it between Delilah’s rounded buttocks. “Go ahead.”


“Yes, go ahead, Spike. I’m ready.” Her back bowed gracefully, and she began to lick Pretty Boy’s cock, swirl her tongue around the crown, and gradually swallow him.


Spike thrust his hips forward. “Oh!” And a look of dazed surprise colored his face.


“Now lean closer so I can kiss you, baby,” Pretty Boy murmured.


Spike wrapped both his arms around Pretty Boy and sank into the kiss, virtually forgetting his cock was in Delilah’s ass. His soft whimpers were muffled by Pretty Boy’s lips.


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