Quinton Mann is CIA through and through. Mark Vincent is WBIS for life. There is no way they could end up as anything other than adversaries -- and yet, Quinn takes Mark out to dinner on his birthday -- the one no one is supposed to know about -- and gives him one hell of a present in the restaurant's restroom. Mark, not to be outdone, has decided to escalate this game, because it has to be a game, right? There's no way it can be anything else.<br><br>But as the game continues, as Quinn shows up to a WBIS funeral, as a friend of Mark’s penetrates the CIA computer network to get information on Quinn, as Mark breaks into Quinn's house and gives Quinn a very interesting encounter, both Quinn and Mark realize that this is becoming the most real thing in their lives.<br><br>Can they find a way to do their jobs and keep this surprising, intriguing connection?

Houseboat on the Nile

And then he rubbed his tongue under the crown of my cock, along the thick vein under it, and I started to fall apart. I could feel the rippling of his throat as he swallowed, and finally, I moaned.


Mann sat back on his heels, wiped his swollen mouth, and watched me, satisfaction glittering in his hazel eyes, making them appear almost green.


I opened my mouth to taunt him: “Doesn’t the CIA take care of its spooks?” The WBIS had a list of ladies—and a few men, as well—who were well reimbursed for seeing that agents who were interested got their ashes hauled on a regular basis.


But nothing came out. I shut my mouth and tucked my cock away. My hands were shaking as I did up my trousers.


Chapter 14