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

“Naughty, naughty.” His happy laugh rang out.


“What do you mean?” Uncertain whether to take him seriously or not, I started to protest. “Who wears underwear—”


He tugged up my pajama top and pressed a kiss to my navel, distracting me further when he licked the curve between my ribs. “Remove this.”


Without bothering with the buttons, I yanked it up over my head and tossed it away. It could be found the next day or never; I didn’t care.


Armand seized a nipple between his lips, having already learned how sensitive they were, and I collapsed against him, whimper after gasp after moan spilling past my lips.


As aroused as I was, I didn’t even start as slicked fingers entered me. “Yes.” I tried to lower myself onto them, to take them deeper into my back passage.


Chapter 56