In 2002, Mark Vincent, onetime senior special agent, ran into John, a troubled little boy, at a local McDonald’s. Concerned, although it wasn’t his business, he gave the kid his business card and left. Three years later, Mark is director of his department at the WBIS and married to Quinton Mann, the former CIA spook who now writes spy novels. They’ve settled into a life of quiet domesticity and are even considering adopting a cat. All this changes when John, now using another name, barrels into Mark’s life with a secret no one expects and on the run from an organization that wants him despite the collateral damage. What will Mark, the man known as “the best” in the intelligence community, do when he learns what this secret is? Will it affect his relationship with Quinn? And how complicated are things going to get when Mark decides to get involved?

Mann of My Dreams Book 5: Complications

I didn’t expect my reaction. I exploded all over Mark’s torso, and when I opened my eyes, I could see his wild grin become a rictus of pleasure. I had no intention of being the only one who died the little death. I tightened my inner muscles, and his eyes widened. With one final thrust, he stilled and poured himself into me.


Making love without a condom was a feeling I’d never grow tired of.


He sagged down onto me, and I bit his jaw. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”


“Yeah, but when you grip me like that…” He turned us so we were on our sides and his entire weight wasn’t on me.


“Might one say that’s one’s job?”


“One might. One might also say turning you into a puddle of mush is mine.” He softened enough for his cock to slide out of me.


“You know no one else has ever made me feel that way.”


“Not ever that fat French fuck?” Mark’s reaction to my first lover shouldn’t have amused me, but somehow it always did.


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