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 finally pulled his fingers free, his body slick and stretched. Ready for his cock. Scott kneeled on the couch, and kept his other foot on the ground. He hooked Duke’s leg around his hips and let Duke pull him forward until their mouths touched. He breathed in Duke, savored the taste of him, and let the head of his cock push against his opening, easily slipping into the tight channel.


For a moment, oddly terrifying, Duke closed his eyes. Scott had visions of pain lancing through his body, of vows never to do this again, of another trip to the emergency room and having to explain that he’d ripped out his lover’s stitches because he just couldn’t keep his cock to himself even after a gunshot wound. He held still, holding his breath, waiting for Duke to do something—anything—to let him know that he was okay.


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