William "Wills" Matheson is a computer whiz, hired by Huntingdon right out of college. He's groomed for a position in the Washington Bureau of Intelligence and Security, a sister organization to Huntingdon. Eventually, he's promoted to senior special agent in the department of Interior Affairs, under the notorious Mark Vincent. Instructed by Trevor Wallace -- The Boss, and yes, that's in caps, of the WBIS -- to follow Vincent after his apartment is destroyed, the younger agent discovers why the man is considered the best when Vincent easily spots him. Rather than knocking him down as expected, Vincent orders Wills to accompany him to his friend's bedside in GW Hospital. There, Wills meets the rent boy known as Sweetcheeks and is instantly struck by the handsome redhead. Wills has never had a male lover before, but he's more than willing to give it a try. Gradually he begins to wonder if there could be a future for them together. Things look positive for them when Sweetcheeks confesses his own love, but Wills is a WBIS agent, and Sweetcheeks is a rent boy. Will their jobs come between them before they can explore their newfound love?

Is It You?

I held myself tensely, waiting for Theo to gasp, to gag, to draw back with a sound of disgust.


For what seemed like the longest time, he didn’t do anything.


Baby. No guy had ever called me that. I…liked it.


But his “being here” and his actually doing something were two different things. When was he going to—


I jumped when his fingertips traced the line of the long scar. Then his lips followed it. But he didn’t ask about it, and I almost sagged in relief.


“You don’t have to—” Unlike the scar on my butt, the nerve-endings here seemed to have been destroyed. I could feel the light pressure, but beyond that…


“Shhh.” He nipped the curve of my ass, and my cock became even harder. I braced my weight on one hand and shoved the heel of my other hand into my mouth to stifle a groan. And then he stroked his lubed finger across my hole, and the groan escaped, a sound like nothing I’d ever uttered before.


Chapter 8