Jefferson Sebring wined and dined, charmed and cajoled, and lured and seduced handsome men into his bed. However, he never wanted to keep one longer than a few dates or a few months. He had his work with the CIA and his duties to his family, and with those and his men, he was content. That was, until Ludovic Rivenhall.<br><br>First Ludo squired Jefferson’s sister Portia around town, then fell into Jefferson's bed as so many others had. But Ludo wanted more than a same time next year type of relationship; he wanted to stay in Jefferson’s life, and Jefferson found he was willing to allow it as long as they both still wanted it.<br><br>Years later, they both still wanted each other -- but men didn't marry men. Or did they, in this new world they had survived to see?

Ace-High Royal Flush

“Your boss is a slave driver. You ought to quit. My company would take you on in a shot.”


In a shot? I bit back a laugh. He had no idea what I did. None of my lovers ever did.


“Thanks for the offer, but I like what I do.”


“So do I.” He worked for an advertising firm, and with all due respect to ad men, I couldn’t picture a more boring job than sitting behind a desk day in and day out. “But you’d never see me letting my asshole of a boss control my private life.”


I leaned over and patted his ass. “My boss is a good guy. I don’t mind.”


“Well, I do. And frankly, Jefferson, if this is the way you’re going to treat me, then I think we need some time apart to assess our relationship.” That sounded like something his psychiatrist might say.


Oh, yes, Richard saw a headshrinker. Not that he really needed to, but it was what everyone was doing that year.


Chapter 5