Handcuffs and Lace: By the Balls
by Mia Watts
Detective Trick
Montgomery is pissed. After three years of intensive undercover work
within a mob syndicate, some chump-changed baby-Fed’s promotion requires
that he break cover. Why? Because they need information, and the kid
needs to prove his worth by bringing in a wise-guy, even if Trick isn’t
actually a mobster. So it only makes sense that he’d do a little recon
to find out what’s what. A clutch of Feds at a bar, a back-hall fuck for
information, what harm would it cause, right?Wrong, because
Murphy’s Law is twisted like that. His back-hall fuck, one Agent Nathan
Rohn, turns out to be the one all his problems are pinned on. And now
Trick has a new problem to add: he wants to go another round with the
sexy suit, yet one look into those big brown eyes and Trick just might
lose his heart. He knows what he wants, but the choices aren’t always
his. So, fend for himself or fuck a Fed? Either choice has him by the
balls.
Montgomery is pissed. After three years of intensive undercover work
within a mob syndicate, some chump-changed baby-Fed’s promotion requires
that he break cover. Why? Because they need information, and the kid
needs to prove his worth by bringing in a wise-guy, even if Trick isn’t
actually a mobster. So it only makes sense that he’d do a little recon
to find out what’s what. A clutch of Feds at a bar, a back-hall fuck for
information, what harm would it cause, right?Wrong, because
Murphy’s Law is twisted like that. His back-hall fuck, one Agent Nathan
Rohn, turns out to be the one all his problems are pinned on. And now
Trick has a new problem to add: he wants to go another round with the
sexy suit, yet one look into those big brown eyes and Trick just might
lose his heart. He knows what he wants, but the choices aren’t always
his. So, fend for himself or fuck a Fed? Either choice has him by the
balls.