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

“Now you’ve made me very curious, DB.”


“You’ll just have to wait. Anyway, I didn’t call to gloat.” Oh, hadn’t he? I grinned in spite of myself. “I just wanted to make sure we were still on for tonight.”


“Well, after a teaser like that, I should think so.”


“The Rib Shack at seven, then, okay? See you later, Quinn. Oh, man, do I have a lot to tell you.”


Smiling, I hung up the phone. Dinner with my friend would be uncomplicated, unlike having a meal with a certain senior special agent who was now a deputy director of the WBIS.


How long should I wait before making my next move? Would Mark object to another visit tonight, or should I perhaps play hard to get?


I pondered that for a few minutes before deciding that being coy was vastly overrated. After I parted company with DB after dinner, I’d drive over to a certain apartment house in Forest Heights. This time I’d fuck him. I licked my lips at the thought of riding his hot, tight ass, then determinedly got back to work.


Chapter 106