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

The silk of his pajamas was warm, but the combined heat of our bodies warmed it even more. Quinn’s palms stroked up the skin of my inner arms, finding and trapping my hands. My cock was hard, tenting the boxers, and he rocked against it, letting the sensuous material caress it.


“I want you, Mark.” His lips were a hairsbreadth away. “Fuck the CIA. Fuck the WBIS. This is personal.”


I stared into his hazel eyes. “It’s always been personal, Quinn.”


Shock rippled through me at that unanticipated confession, but before I could recant it, his mouth came down onto mine, hungry and avid, crushing my lips against my teeth. His tongue filled my mouth, and it explored the ridged texture of the roof of my mouth, the smooth lining of my cheek, then stroked across my own tongue.


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