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

Scott arched beneath him, gasping as Duke pushed the material off his legs. Naked, Scott looked even better than Duke had imagined. Everything about Scott made Duke want to lick him. He wanted to taste every inch of Scott’s skin. He wanted the smell the musk of his sweat and arousal, and let the short curls at the base of his cock brush against his mouth. He wanted to trace around Scott’s belly button. After a moment of consideration, he dragged his tongue along the seam of Scott’s thigh. He immediately spread his legs wider, offering more of his sensitive skin to Duke’s touch.


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