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

Satisfied with my decision, I placed the socks and underwear on my bed, set out a pair of black oxfords, and then went to take a shower.


The water was warm and sensuous against my skin. I lathered up a loofah and stroked it over my arms and chest. My cock became harder as I turned and let the spray beat down on it. I pictured myself on my bed once again, cuffed and helpless, while Mark Vincent went down on me, and I began to stroke myself with my soapy palm.


I liked the feel of that. I liked the feel of the finger I slipped into my ass as well, and as I jerked off, I pumped it into me repeatedly. It had been a long while since I’d had anything thicker than my finger in my ass, and for the first time in that very long while, I allowed myself to acknowledge that I’d missed it.


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