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

Duke’s other leg mirrored its mate, his heel resting on the edge of the couch to spread even wider for Scott. Worry twinged in the back of Scott’s mind at what the position might do for Duke’s stitches, but when Duke didn’t make any noise of discomfort, he let it go to focus on getting the man ready. With that long of a break between fucks, Duke was going to be tight. Scott didn’t want to hurt him.


Though the thought of just how tight he was going to be added a new throb to Scott’s cock.


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