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

He didn’t answer, too busy arranging my hips so he could suck my cock into the wet heat of his mouth. I balanced my weight on my knees and leaned forward. The fingers ofmy left hand curved around his thigh, and I cupped his balls out of the way, giving them a lick before I slid the fingers of my right hand back inside him. Mark’s cock was within reach of my mouth, quivering, the head a deep red, and I swallowed it hungrily.


Mark slipped a finger past the mouthful of cock I had, and I whimpered as he rubbed his finger over my tongue, and then quickly withdrew it.


Suddenly that moistened fingertip was circling around and across and dipping slightly into my anus. The unexpected sensation caused me to jerk, and his other handsmoothed over a buttock, petting me. It tightened, held me in place, and I gave a fullbody shudder.


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