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

Ever since I’d taken Mark Vincent to dinner on his birthday, my nights had been plagued with torrid dreams. I’d find myself awakening each morning with the sheets tangled around my legs and my pajama bottoms sticky with drying semen.


At the most inauspicious times—while I was at work, while shopping for groceries, even horseback riding on a Sunday with my mother—I’d remember being on my knees before Vincent, or a fragment of one of those hot dreams would ambush me, and I’d be fully aroused.


I was starting to become used to going through my day half hard, something that hadn’t happened to me since the randy days of my teens. After all, I was the son of Nigel and Portia Mann, and as everyone knew, ice water ran in my veins.


However, now I found that when I got home from work I would jerk off. After dinner I would jerk off. At bedtime I would jerk off. And still, at some time during the night, I would come.


Chapter 33