Epilogue: Life is good (for some)

Brian woke up and sighed as he settled in closer to Carter. He was happy, okay he was a little sore, but last night had been so much fun. He shivered just remembering what they did last night. Carter had been insatiable and he had lapped up every moment. Brian grinned as he rocked into his lover's hip.

Carter felt Brian awaken, and start rocking against him. Brian was his 'Ice-prince' but never in bed. Here he was fire and passion and everything that he needed in life. Last night had seen them secure. It was already being acknowledged as they left the party that it would be unwise to challenge 'the Devil and his Ice-prince.'

Brian flipped over, neatly straddling him as he tossed the blanket aside. He ground his hips, in a steady pace. He wanted this to be a slow, sensual ride. He smirked feeling Carter grab his hips, "Morning."

Carter groaned, "Morning."

Sadly before they could get to the really good stuff they were interrupted by the housekeeper, who didn't blink at seeing them naked on the bed.

Rosario tutted as she walked into the bedroom. It was certainly not the first time she had found her boss in flagrante delicto. They had come to an understanding. She didn't moan about it and when she pulled her check there would be enough in the bank to buy a very nice pair of shoes. She adored the Manolos she bought with last month's paycheck.

She was in too good a mood today. Enrique, Verone's bodyguard, had proposed to her this morning and she'd said yes. She just picked the sheet up to cover their asses. Yes she knew she was an unusual, but they were not hers to look at the exhibitionists.

Brian leaning back against the bed, called her on her joy, "What has you glowin' this mornin?"

Rosario flashes her ring, "I'm gettin married!"

Carter smiled happy for his workers; the loyal ones were special to him. "And where and when will it be?"

Rosario was wistful, "I so want to have it on the beach."

Carter grinned and saw a way to be generous and not have the gift fought about, "What about the beach right there? We'll cover the costs as our wedding present."

Rosario just squeals in glee, runs out promising to tell her fiancé. Brian waits until the door is shut, "Did you do that so we could get some?"

"Nope, just a happy coincidence." Although his smirk may have cast a few doubts in his direction.

Brian snorted as he happily took advantage of the silence and privacy.

Meanwhile across the city, a certain agent was getting his panties in a twist. "What do you mean Chavez is no longer a player?"

Dunn stuttered, not liking having to break the news to the cantankerous agent, "It seems that at the party last night ... He lost all of his position."

Markham was beyond pissed and the DEA agents all ducked knowing that they has seconds until he would in all likelihood start throwing things. "You mean to tell me that our mole has no value."

Dunn looking a little sheepish, "It would appear that way."

Markham pinched his nose in frustration; this week had been approaching epic fail proportions. First the supposed sting that would have taken out Carter Verone failed, and they'd yet to figure out how his hand had got tipped. And now, now his mole had been made impotent. "How?"

Dunn flipped his notebook, "So it seems Chavez got into a confrontation with Verone's second - and lost."

Markham's throbbing headache was about to explode, "And who the fuck is his second?"

Dunn flicked through a few more pages. "Err no name ... They just called him the Ice Prince."

Markham made a silent vow. He would do anything it took to see Carter Verone behind bars. He knew how to start - He had the perfect honeytrap agent, who'd be sent under in the club.

Oh how wrong he was; Monica Fuentes may have been able to turn his head if he hadn't met Brian. She was too late as he'd met his perfect other half.

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