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

“Come on, baby. Come for me.” I worked his cock, the precome making him slick. He rode me faster, driving me closer to the edge, but I was determined not to go flying into space without him.


“Mark.” His movements became erratic, his eyes unfocused, and then he was filling my hand with hot, thick ropes of semen that spilled onto my belly and torso.


“Yes.” I flipped him onto his back without breaking our connection and began pounding into him. I manacled his wrists and took his lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing his moans. I knew it wouldn’t be much longer—my balls were already tightening and drawing up. Two thrusts, three, four, and Quinn held me as I filled the condom, petting the long muscles of my back, whispering words I couldn’t distinguish from the blood thundering in my ears.


Finally, I caught my breath enough to ease out of him. I stripped off the condom. “Did you think to pack some tissues in that stocking?” I kissed the side of his neck.


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