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

Then I retrieved my newspaper from the front step, took it to the table in the breakfast nook, and washed my hands clean of the newsprint before toasting an English muffin.


When it was ready, I slathered it with butter and sat down to eat while I thumbed through the paper and drank my coffee.


I crossed my legs, and the action drew my boxers snugly over my cock, which had begun to harden, once again reminding me of what had happened last night. In spite of his high level of arousal, in spite of my level of arousal, Mark had taken care with me.


I propped my chin in my hand, and my coffee grew cold as I drifted into a reverie.


I was servicing a john with whom Mark had set me up.


“Gonna—gonna come.” he exclaimed, his hands fisted tight in my hair, holding my head still as he fucked my face.


Mark would never constrain me like that. He would only do that when he knew I needed it.


Chapter 105