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

They both sighed when the firm flesh of Scott’s ass met Duke’s hard thighs. Duke ran his free hand up and down Scott’s back, and turned his head to kiss the soft skin behind his ear.


“So do you.” Scott turned his head quickly, catching Duke’s mouth in a hard kiss as his muscles tightened around Duke. “Better than I imagined.” Scott kissed him again. “And I have a good imagination.”


So did Duke, and he hadn’t even dreamed of anything feeling as good as Scott did. The heat scorched him. Burned him everywhere they touched. He felt every breath, every beat of Scott’s heart, every flutter of his muscles. But all those sensations disappeared—were completely overwhelmed—as soon as Scott started moving.


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