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

I translated the blunt, Anglo-Saxon terms into French.


“Oh, no! I could never—” He’d jerked away from me the one time I’d pressed my fingers against his anus.


“For how long would we be together? A month? A season?”


“But you have your own life, mon coeur. Surely you could not stay longer than a few days. A week at most.”


“All right, let me get this straight. I risk my career—”


“A career? But you are a wealthy man, Quinton. What need have you of a career?”


I continued as if he hadn’t interrupted me. “—and the someone in my life who cares very much for me, to fly to Avignon to be with you. For a few days. A week at most.” All those years, pining for him. I felt like an idiot.


“Oui!” Not realizing my train of thought, he sounded pleased I’d understood him.


“No. I will not fly to France. I will not jeopardize my career or what I have with my companion.”


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