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?

The night before had been everything I’d hoped—had been even more. Michael had always demanded silence when we had sex, no matter where we were, whether it was his beat up old car, against the wall in the alley outside our favorite bar, or in our rooms at the Alpha Omega Chi frat house. Although we didn’t do it often, it was a lesson that stayed with me.


But Theo seemed to relish the sounds I made. He had pushed me so high that I hadn’t been able to contain the groans, and gasps, and whimpers of pleasure. He’d stroked my cock and fucked my ass, and I’d come apart under him, biting the pillow in a futile attempt to muffle the sounds


I had no doubt that if it weren’t for the fact my ass would have been grass if I’d missed that morning’s appointment with Mr. Vincent at the morgue, Theo would have flipped me over onto my back and run his tongue up and down my dick before deep-throating me. Again.


I shifted, this time to ease the constriction of my trousers.


Chapter 11