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

It had been a marvelous weekend, something I would have sincerely doubted on Friday, when I’d had to do a lot of make-work at State.


Mark and I would be going to view an exhibit at the National Gallery that Sunday afternoon. I returned from my ride with Mother and told him I’d join him downstairs as soon as I’d showered.


I had adjusted the spray and was just lathering myself up when the shower door opened. “Mark, what…?”


He grinned at me, his eyes hot, and the next thing I knew, he was on his knees before me, swallowing my cock to the root.


Chapter 42