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 swallowed his cock, angling it so the entire length went directly down his throat. He held it for as long as he could, swallowing around the shaft, before pulling back to gasp for breath. He barely had the chance to fill his lungs before Duke was gently pushing him, guiding him back down. Scott didn’t mind the small show of dominance. In fact, his stomach tightened and churned in a delightful, uncomfortable way.


That was the rhythm they set. Slow and deep. Up and down. His mouth, Duke’s hands, everything adding to the escape they both sought. He could let Duke take the lead, because then he didn’t have to think, but he knew extending the control to Duke was a gift, too. Duke could forget for a few precious minutes about random gunfights and innocent men getting blamed for crimes they had no part of. Scott would do even more if that was what Duke wanted. It almost frightened him how much more he’d be willing to offer.


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