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

He dragged his eyes up to mine. “Yes.” That was all he said. “Yes!”


I smiled and made my voice low and hot. “Let’s go, then, baby.” I pulled out some bills and left them on the bar.


He wavered for a second, and I wondered if it was the drug or the alcohol, or the combination of the two that was getting to him. I steadied him, then steered him toward the door. His car was parked around the corner, and it was a good thing I knew my way around the nightmare that was the Capital’s traffic pattern, because he was in no condition to drive.


I felt his jacket for the car key, but it wasn’t there, so I had to pat down his trousers, which was where the jerk-off had it, on a ring with his apartment key. I reached in, and he turned his body so that I got a handful of dick.


Chapter 31