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 slammed my mouth down onto his cock, letting him feel the edges of my teeth, and he erupted with a cry, pouring himself down my throat. He was lost in his orgasm, trying to drive his cock deeper in my mouth, my throat. Maybe it should have bothered me, but it didn’t. I was the one who’d driven him mindless. The gentleman hadn’t stood a chance against the rogue.


He lay under me, his legs trembling, sounding as if he’d never be able to catch his breath. I swallowed the last spurt of his come, then eased off him and shifted until we were sharing the pillow.


I propped myself up on an elbow and licked my lips. “You taste good, Quinn. I knew you would.”


He was watching from under his lashes. The expression on his face…I started to lean in to kiss him, but caught myself at the last minute.


It was time to leave. If I stayed much longer, I’d make a liar of myself and fuck him right then.


Chapter 53