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

I told myself it was foolish of me to be resentful that Vincent had barely waited for his cock to dry from my mouth before he had gone to bed with someone else. After all, we were both consenting adults. We weren’t lovers. We weren’t even fuck buddies.


“Very well.” I thought it best to change the subject, and pushed back my seat, about to rise. “If you’ll—”


However, de Becque had no intention of allowing me to do so. “I think, M’sieur Mann, that were I you, I would take this man to my bed and try to get him out of my system.”


“I beg your pardon?” I sank back down, stunned.


“I do not think you will succeed, but, qui sait?” He shrugged once more. “Who knows?”


“I am quite aware of what qui sait means, de Becque,” I snapped.


“Pardonnez-moi.” But there was a spark of deviltry in his eyes. “Mark Vincent is not the only one with an obsession, I think.”


Chapter 40