The Agent’s Third Secretary

“I’ll come to you every night,” Gavin whispered.

“No, not that often,” Philippe said, with a laugh. “But often enough.”

“Tell me whatever you want. I’ll get it for you. Whatever you want. But fuck me. Fuck me again now.”

With a laugh, Philippe rolled over on top of Gavin. The young blond, spread and bent his legs and raised his pelvis to the slide of the cock, sucking in breath and moaning as Philippe gave him the full length of the throbbing rod. As he pumped, he murmured his questions in Gavin’s ear.

* * * *

“Those are just questions, though,” Gavin said to the man sitting across from him at Government House. “The Khedive’s counselor gives me information. Karem only gives me questions.”