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

“Because I asked you to.” The Ice Man was gone, and I knelt before him, emotionally naked. “When it comes to those I love, I’ll stop at nothing to keep them safe, or to avenge them if they’re—” I couldn’t bear looking into his eyes any longer and turned my head away. “You were expecting the Ice Man, and what you got is—”


“—someone who let his emotions—” I whipped around so fast I almost made myself dizzy. “What? What did you say?”


“I got you.” He shrugged. “All those others…. You’re so much more than the Ice Man, but that was all they saw when they looked at you.”


“You, Quinn,” he repeated. He cupped my cheek, then tipped my chin up. “Their problem was they didn’t know how to melt the ice.”


“And you do.” I remembered the things we’d done. Predictably, and in spite of the situation, my cock grew hard.


“Damn straight. And I’m glad of that.”


“Then why do you keep trying to send me away?”


Chapter 144