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 loved the way Duke felt beneath him. So wonderfully alive, his body flexing, his muscles moving beneath his taut skin. Scott was careful not to touch the stitches on his side, but he let his hand drift everywhere else over his body. Occasionally, he broke the kiss long enough to look at Duke’s face, contorted and vulnerable with his pleasure. He was always so perfectly composed and put together, but Scott knew that he would never think of Duke that way again. Not now that he had seen Duke like this.


Duke lifted his head and captured Scott’s mouth, catching Scott’s bottom lip between his teeth. The sting was slight, but the feeling behind it unmistakable. Scott groaned and fell into the kiss, his balls tightening against his body. His hard rhythm didn’t slow, didn’t vary. Even when he felt his cock jerk and lights and sparks erupted behind his eyes.


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