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

While he fed me the grape, I slid my hands under his ass, raised him up, and probed his hole with a couple of fingers. He was still slick, and I removed my fingers and let him settle himself on my cock.


As he slowly rose and fell, I took his mouth with mine and fed the grape to him. His tongue pushed it back into my mouth. Its taste tart, with a hint of champagne, it wasn’t quite as plump.


I turned my head and spat out the seeds. “Let’s get down to business.” I urged him to ride me harder and faster, and a fleeting thought passed through my mind. The next time I did this, it would be to Quinton Mann.


And I’d get him out of my system once and for all.


Once I returned from Paris, it didn’t take long for me to learn it was Michael Shaw who was leaking information about me to the CIA. Not him alone, he wasn’t that clever, but I’d take care of him first, let the others stew before I dealt with them.


Chapter 28