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

“You never answered.” I shrugged as if it was immaterial. “I thought you’d changed your mind about getting together.”


“Ludovic.” The impatience in Reginald’s voice was obvious.


Locke chuckled. “I thought there was a reason you never pushed for more than I was willing to give, Jefferson. Reginald, why don’t you switch seats with Jefferson and sit beside me. I always did have a thing for British men, you know.” He looped his arm in Reginald’s and winked at me, then smiled at Ludo and led Reginald back to the section where our seats were.


“Your Locke has let you off more easily than I would have.”


“How could you have? You hardly know me. I think we’ve promised to meet again almost as many times as we’ve actually spent together.”


I gave him a slow, seductive grin. “In that case, why don’t we make this one more that we are together?”


Chapter 15