Hotshot defense attorney James Scott always follows his gut -- even when it tells him an obviously guilty man is a victim himself. Homicide detective Owen Duke doesn't have time for gut feelings -- he lives by logic and evidence. And all the evidence tells him that Scott's client is guilty of the cold-blooded murder of a young ballerina.<br><br>Scott, a notorious media darling, is willing to risk his reputation and his career on the kid's innocence. But his undeniable charm is not enough to save his client's life. He needs Owen Duke, a man who stands for truth and justice, even if the detective hates Scott and his gut feelings.<br><br>What's supposed to be an open-and-shut case quickly becomes a quagmire of lies, murder, and rotting corruption. Suddenly, instead of being a thorn in Duke's side, James Scott is the only person in San Francisco the detective can trust. As the attraction between them deepens, they race to save an innocent man, but can they save their own hearts in the process?

Pas de Deux

“We should continue this conversation later. You can tell me the other things you find attractive about me.”


Duke lifted a brow. “And give you an even bigger head? I don’t think so.”


Scott flashed a quick smile before returning to the task at hand—covering as much of Duke as he could with his mouth. He pushed the tight T-shirt up as he moved down Duke’s body, dragging his lips over his chest. His skin was warm and he smelled unbelievable. Like something spicy-sweet and delicious. With a soft groan, he traced Duke’s nipple with his tongue. He was already imagining what Duke’s cock would taste like—already aching to know—but he didn’t want to act too fast.


“James…” His name was more of a breath than an uttered word, not nearly as strong as the hand that smoothed over Scott’s shoulder. “As good—fuck!” He swore when Scott nibbled at the hard tip of his dark nipple, his fingers digging in almost painfully as if that would help him bear the pleasure. “Wait. Just…wait.”


Chapter 29