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

It only got more exquisitely torturous when Scott took both of their shafts in hand.


Scott moved his wrist slowly, mimicking the deliberate rhythm of Duke’s mouth against him. Duke could feel the tension in Scott’s muscles, and he didn’t miss the occasional shiver that wracked Scott’s frame. But he had ceded the control, now following Duke’s lead without fighting him. Every inch of Scott’s body drove him crazy, each point of contact electrified by Scott.


Duke’s fingers strayed from their hold to find the warm crease between Scott’s cheeks. He tickled the skin at the top first, refusing to indulge in his desire for more until the need became too great to deny any longer. Then, he only traveled a few inches, stopping before he found the tight hole. Back and forth, he went, memorizing the route until it was as ingrained as breathing. He never ventured lower. Not even when Scott was shaking within his arms.


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