Ace, Deuce, Trey

Ian Coulter's Amethyst Cove, #3

Ian Coulter has his hands full with a sexy office assistant, a favorite movie star client and a drag queen determined to save the world one lost runaway at a time. He can juggle all of it because he and his lover, FBI agent Rick Mohr, are finally together.

Rick's transfer to Amethyst Cove puts him in charge of multiple operations. When one of Ian's clients is targeted, it doesn't take long for Ian to suspect the con artist is on an FBI watch list. With their cases overlapping, Ian and Rick are short on time. Together they set a trap and spring it before their suspect escapes.

Doing the job is easy but figuring out the relationship is tougher. Fitting their lives together isn't without obstacles, but one thing is certain. On or off the case, Ian and Rick always get their man.

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The air around me changed, expanded. I froze and listened into the quiet office. The outside door snicked closed. I drew my Sig Sauer P228 and held it in my lap.

"Hello?"

"It's me, Ian."

I laid the gun on my desk. "You should have yelled first."

It was so quiet I wondered if my mind had played a trick on me.

"What are you doing, Rick?"

He swaggered into my office. His hot green gaze slammed into mine. "Making sure the blinds are closed."

I leaned back and put my feet up on my desk. "I have a gun, bucko. What are your intentions?"

Rick reached behind his back, pulled out his Glock .9mm and laid it beside my pistol. "Mine's bigger than yours." He leaned over and kissed me. I pulled back.

"Dream on. That must have been one hell of an arrest and booking to get you so worked up."

"Oh, it was. Law enforcement agents in three countries are going to dance in the street when word gets around."

I grinned up at him. "And your name is going to be on the report."

He shook his head. "Not mine, no. I have an alias, you know."

That was news to me. "Because you've done undercover work for the Treasury?"

Rick grasped my ankles and lifted them off my desk. I set my feet on the floor and he went to his knees in front of me.

"And I might have to do it again so my team second gets the credit and the public glory on this one."

I spread my knees and he slid his big, warm hands up the inside of my thighs. "You have something in mind here, Mr. FBI man?"

"You don't have anything to say about the fact I might have to go undercover again?"

I narrowed my eyes. "Something you need to fill me in about?"

"No, no. I've let it be known I'm the last option for those assignments." He pulled my shirttail out of my jeans. "I even told them why."

"That's a good career move. 'I'm gay and I'm shacked up so don't call me.' I bet your boss loved that."

Rick eased my zipper down. "He laughed at me. In my face. So I beat the crap out of him."

I snorted. "Right. On the shooting range. What do you think you're doing?"

He yanked my pants down and all but dragged me out of the chair to the floor. "I'm going to do you in your office, darling. It'll be a fantasy come true."