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Responsable et discipliné, William Fox est devenu agent du FBI spécialisé dans le trafic d'œuvres d'art. Bien et mal, justice et injustice ; les différences sont nettes, et Will a passé sa carrière à en tracer les limites. Ses convictions lui ont peut-être coûté quelques relations, mais il ne souhaite pas faire de compromis sur ce qu'il sait être juste. Jusqu'à ce qu'il rencontre Amaury Vaughn.
À la tête de la fondation philanthropique familiale, Vaughn sait très bien qu'être riche et puissant lui permet d'obtenir presque tout ce qu'il veut. Et quand il rencontre l'adorablement grincheux et légèrement maladroit William Fox, il le veut plus qu'il n'a jamais voulu personne. Vaughn a l'habitude d'être désiré pour son nom et son argent, mais Will se fiche de l'un comme de l'autre.
Quand Vaughn recourt à de vieilles habitudes et tente d'impressionner Will en volant une peinture qu'il admire, leur lien naissant lui explose au visage. Vaughn doit réaliser que certaines choses ne peuvent pas être achetées ni volées. Mais un agent du FBI qui vit en suivant les règles et un voleur qui pense que les règles ne s'appliquent pas à lui peuvent-ils vraiment s'entendre ?
314 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 11, 2017

I wanted to overwhelm him, take him out of himself and everything he recognized and give him a mirror that would reflect him back to himself the way I saw him. Beautiful, brave, and scared.

I wondered where in the world William Fox felt completely, totally comfortable. Absolutely himself. And damned if I didn’t want to see what it was like to be there with him.
On Monday morning,” I said into his ear as I reached around and took him in hand. He cried out, knuckles white where he grabbed the desk. “I’m going to sit there and imagine you just like this. Legs spread, open and begging for me.”
I licked a stripe up the side of his throat.
“I’m not…begging…” Will gasped, and I smiled against his damp skin.
“No,” I conceded. “No. Not yet.”



"Stealing your heart feels like the greatest theft I have ever perpetrated."
I loved William Fox like the rip of lightning through a sky I thought would always be dark. Like a shout echoed back to me from a great depth, rounded by distance and time, but still recognizable.
I bet he put things back in their proper place at the grocery store if he decided he didn't want to buy them, and always returned his shopping cart to the designated area. Hell, he probably returned other people's orphaned carts to the designated area.
I don't know what he liked more - that I was a stickler for following the rules, or that he'd made me break them.
"I'm not dating your money or your clout, Amory. I'm dating you...you make me happy. Just you."
I slammed into him and he shook around me, crying out my name in a voice that was nothing like what I'd heard from him but would live in my mind whenever he spoke, a relic stored away like something precious, even if I was the only one who knew it was there.
"You know that I would love you if you had nothing, don't you?"
"And you know that I would divest every dime if it meant I could keep you, don't you?"
"I loved William Fox like the rip of lightning through a sky I thought would always be dark. Like a shout echoed back to me from a great depth, rounded by distance and time, but still recognizable. Yes, like the most perfect of perfect thefts. The ones I would never admit to, never acknowledge. The ones where something called to me where before there was only silence and emptiness and here, here, here was the thing that would shine on it with beauty."







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