Some nights, American secret agent Ben Smith just wants to come home to his husband. He misses that English accent and smile and, of course, Simon on his knees. He wants his perfect submissive at his feet, so the world and his mission can fall away.<br><br>Some nights, romance writer Simon Ashley misses his dashing American other half. Tea is nice, but it can’t pin him down in bed and make him beg, reminding him he’s loved and belongs to someone. He wants to forget everything and everyone he’s left behind, and just belong to Ben.<br><br>Tonight they both get what they want when Ben comes home early. tea is very nice ... but so is leather.

Leather and Tea

He murmured, teasing, “Ready for me, are you?”


“I’ve beenready, will you just—”


He leaned down. Wrapped a hand firmly around Simon’s arousal, all stiff and needy beneath his touch. Simon stopped talking and looked up at him, wide-eyed.


“I’m not going to hurt you. Not ever. Not even if you say you don’t mind. Clear?”


Simon nodded almost dreamily, and then whispered, “Yes sir,” as if one form of affirmation hadn’t been enough.


“And you’ll listen when I give you an order. I’ll tell you when we’re ready.” He paused, thought that one over, amended, “but if you think you’re not, if you need to wait, then say so. All right?” And he saw the smile when Simon said “Yes sir,” again.


“I thought we already talked about—ohthat—yes—you—”


Chapter 9