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

Mark broke off the kiss, but before I could bring his mouth back to where it belonged, he licked his lips, and did a slow, easy dance with that mouth that ended with my lips under his. He closed his teeth gently over my lower lip.


This—this was what kisses should be like. I shivered under the onslaught and opened my mouth to invite him in.


He ignored my offer. “I’m going to fuck you, Mann,” he whispered. His lips wandered across my cheek to my jaw, then traveled to my ear where his warm breath caused me to actually tremble. My God, what was happening?


And then he bit down on my earlobe. His hands were all over me, my cock, my ass, my nipples—oh God, my nipples—and my control was out the window.


I moaned and panted and gasped, and didn’t care a fuck what my reactions were revealing to the man who was the best the CIA’s rival agency had to offer. I needed the physical contact with his skin.


Chapter 89