Student of letters, Micah Yardley wants one thing: to meet the poet Jefferson Dering. After hearing his idol speak at Harvard, Micah travels to Jefferson’s home in nearby Wroxham, entertaining visions of discussing poetry over dinner and drinks. What he experiences exceeds anything he ever anticipated.<br><br>Jefferson finds Micah mesmerizing and passionate, everything he has ever wanted. But after getting caught in a compromising position with another young man a decade earlier, he exiled himself from Boston and from affairs of the heart. Jefferson represses his longing for Micah, but his tumultuous emotions cannot be contained.<br><br>Micah denies the truth of his desire for Jefferson. Jefferson refuses to act on his passion for Micah. But all it takes is a single kiss in Wroxham's haunted church to change the course of their lives ... and ignite the flame that could fulfill a generations-old promise.

A Hidden Beauty

“Do you…?” The question choked in his throat when Jefferson braved reaching forward with his other hand, finding the heavy sac tight against his body. “Oh, God,” Micah panted. His stroke faltered. “What…what are you doing?”


“I’m showing you how I touch myself.” He flexed his fingers, squeezing gently. Micah tensed against him, and his hand slowed, almost to a stop. Jefferson began pumping his wrist in a steady rhythm, forcing Micah to continue, even as he began to massage Micah’s sac against his palm. “I like a little bit of pressure. Do you?”


A glance across the velvety skin behind the sac made Micah slam back into Jefferson’s body, driving them together. Chest met shoulders. Hips met buttocks. And Jefferson’s throbbing shaft ground into the taut flesh he ached to sink into.


Chapter 51