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

Reluctantly, he tore away from Scott’s mouth to reach for the lube and condom he’d left on the nightstand for just this purpose. He pressed the packet into Scott’s hand. “I want you to put it on me.”


Scott accepted it and smiled up at him—it was almost dazzling in its pleasure. He ripped the wrapper open with his teeth and plucked the condom out. Duke held himself still above Scott, his cock jutting between them. He tried not to shiver when Scott pressed the cool rubber against the head, but as Scott’s clever fingers unrolled it down his length, he couldn’t stop his shudder of pleasure. When he had it in place, Scott’s fingers danced over his thighs and across his heavy sac.


He sat up then, though he really didn’t want to. He wasted no time coating his fingers and cock with the lube. He wasted even less smearing it around Scott’s opening and thrusting his fingers inside.


Chapter 78