Quinton Mann, a highly ranked CIA officer, is used to being called the Ice Man. He’s astounded to discover himself in a relationship with Mark Vincent, not because Vincent is a man, but because he’s a top-rated WBIS agent. There they are though, for a total of five glorious days. But when Mark uses the excuse of going to Massachusetts for his mother’s funeral to end their relationship, Quinn’s not buying it.<br><br>No one screws with Mark Vincent. Even Mark doesn't screw with himself. Once he realizes how close he's allowed Quinton Mann to get to him, he does what any self-respecting spy would do -- he makes tracks out of there. But Quinn does something no one else ever has -- he comes after Mark. Maybe this relationship thing with a spook isn’t such a bad idea.<br><br>Meanwhile, something strange is going on in the intelligence community worldwide. It takes Quinn’s disappearance while investigating a rogue antiterrorism organization that results in Mark making up his mind. Quinn may be a spook, but he’s Mark’s spook, dammit -- and once he gets Quinn home, he intends to keep him. He knows without a doubt he’ll find Quinn. The question is, will he find Quinn in time?

Not My Spook

“Fuck my foot.” I kissed him again and, keeping my lips on his, started to pull my arms out of my sweater, reluctant to release his mouth.


“Kinky!” he murmured against my lips.


He burst into pleased laughter. “No one ever gets my impressions.”


“Well, I—Oh, fuck!” I tore myself away from him, one arm still in a sleeve and the other not, and smacked the wall. “Of all the motherfucking, cocksucking—”


“Mark!” Quinn put his hands on my shoulders. They were warm, and the hand on my leftshoulder was gentle. “What’s wrong?”


I scrubbed my face with my hands. “No supplies.”


“You heard me, Mann. I didn’t bring anything with me. No condoms, no lube….” I was so hard I could hammer nails with my cock, and I didn’t even have a rubber in my wallet. I liked to pride myself on my preparedness. I was tempted to kick something, but without shoes on, I’d probably only succeed in breaking a toe.


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